STARTED JAN 2023--
MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised.
Priscilla Pearl Wolfe is a Pornstar.
Halen Elle used to be.
That is until the apathetically charming jackass with a back pocket full of guitar picks and skittles moves...
"Maybe I'm living in my head Maybe I'm living to pretend Maybe I wanna stay in bed..." ♪ Heavy • The Marias.
Simone Ashley (photo above) is casted as Cordelia.
SCIENCE ALWAYS APPLIES
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Priscilla has all the personality and physical characteristics of a motley morph boa constrictor.
They're intelligent. Inquisitive. Alert. Sly. Some can be reclusive, and curious. They're a snake with a sleek face, a long curving body, and dark eyes so striking they could slice steel. Her birthmark is reminiscent of the light shaped spots that imprint on their scales and cover their body beautifully.
They're not venomous, no boas are, but if you don't handle them quite the right way, if they don't feel perfectly secure in your arms in the exact manner they like it, or if they feel threatened and see you as a predator or worse, prey, they will strike. Hard. Fast. They dig their sharp fangs into you and wind their body around your limbs, squeezing you tight in what starts as a loving, passionate hug, and ends in a disastrous, bloody mess.
As she stares at me now, I can't tell precisely what she wants; to strike or seduce. After such an enchanting night with her, I know it can't be only me who's yearning for more.
Her lust cannot be caged. She's learning what it feels like to truly want and thirst for someone. And with that, when she has me that is, will come the raw, desperate passion that dwells in the depths of her soul. I got a peek at that last night when she touched herself for me.
There was no shame on her face. There was no fake looks or smiles like I see in a few of her films. She wasn't thinking about anything except for me and pleasing herself. Watching her come — watching her dripping wet cunt clench around her delicate fingers, her nipples tighten, her jaw unhinge as she cried out, her legs tremble, her eyes go white — it was like watching her transform. I want her to see herself that way. I want her to appreciate her body for what it truly is; art. Because that will help her in making it with me.
Whether some people agree or not, what we do, is. I have always seen human bodies as vessels for our minds' desires and curiosities. Some people, including myself, find joy in seeing all of the ways to twist and shape it. Like the sculptures Priscilla loves, those took time, and change, and molding, and shaping, and frustration, and love, and hatred. Some people find allurement in pottery or paints, and I find it in sex.
Sex with her.
She hasn't said a single word to me today. However, she's made no effort to leave my presence. But, that's just the indecisive nature of her I've come to learn. Especially given that today, she's left to bask in the morning after regret of 'scandalous rule breaking.'
Nevertheless, I'm in no rush. She may strike or not strike, seduce or not seduce, if she wishes.
I'll still be here, reading my paper and doing my puzzle.
