Tenshi
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 30, 2010
- Location
- In the Moonwood, chasing unicorns.
May 1st, 2017
Sacramento, California
Home of Jennifer O'Sadb
"I love Beltane." "Mellisa Fox"--whom Jenifer knew from their work together to be actaully named Mara--said to Richard Benet, the buxom redhead massaging the young councilman's knee.
"Beltane, Miss Fox?" Richard inquired, taking a slight sip on his wine glass. "Is that..." he cocked his head thoughtfully, "A Celtic holiday on May First?" Richard was the councilman for District Five, a thirty year old progressive. Word was, Jenifer had heard from her father, that he was disturbingly resistant to traditional political corruption, and his idealism was disturbing certain balances of power that allowed things to get done.
Mara gave him a little smile, continuing her slow seduction. "Have you studied Mayday celebrations in Victorian Britain? Such a prudish era, but human passions--like all the best part of the human spirit--are not easily put down. Traditional fertility symbols slipped their way into the most innocent customs. Are you familiar with the maypole dance?" Mara's hand finally started to gravitate up Richard's leg, just a little. The councilman's skin was tingly from the caress. "Young women circling a hawthorne pole, wrapping it with colorful ribbons. Occasionally one of the onlookers would think to himself that it really looked rather phallic. But that couldn't be the intention of such an Innocent custom, could it?"
Sacramento, California
Home of Jennifer O'Sadb
"I love Beltane." "Mellisa Fox"--whom Jenifer knew from their work together to be actaully named Mara--said to Richard Benet, the buxom redhead massaging the young councilman's knee.
"Beltane, Miss Fox?" Richard inquired, taking a slight sip on his wine glass. "Is that..." he cocked his head thoughtfully, "A Celtic holiday on May First?" Richard was the councilman for District Five, a thirty year old progressive. Word was, Jenifer had heard from her father, that he was disturbingly resistant to traditional political corruption, and his idealism was disturbing certain balances of power that allowed things to get done.
Mara gave him a little smile, continuing her slow seduction. "Have you studied Mayday celebrations in Victorian Britain? Such a prudish era, but human passions--like all the best part of the human spirit--are not easily put down. Traditional fertility symbols slipped their way into the most innocent customs. Are you familiar with the maypole dance?" Mara's hand finally started to gravitate up Richard's leg, just a little. The councilman's skin was tingly from the caress. "Young women circling a hawthorne pole, wrapping it with colorful ribbons. Occasionally one of the onlookers would think to himself that it really looked rather phallic. But that couldn't be the intention of such an Innocent custom, could it?"