the beginning of a storm

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"Gerotgar! Come here at once!"
Master Gru yelled my name from across the laboratory. At his loud, demanding call I put down my current prototype of a substance and ran over.
"Po ka?" I turned my head at his beautiful face and put my finger on my lip, sure to look as enticing as possible, while maintaining a confused expression. I could feel Master Gru's desperate look on my body, watching him bite his lip in holding himself back. I could see his face turning a shade of a peach. For weeks this puppy love has been going on. Steamy stares, Lip biting, Secret meetings. I couldn't wait until the day we make sweet passionate love. I felt as if my body was crawling with sparking tingles.
Master Gru cleared his throat and pulled on his scarf, as if to give himself a moment to breathe. He stood up, looking dominant. Oh how I wanted his intense, powerful love, his throbbing member inside of me. I gasped at the thought.
"Fetch me prototype A49, stat!"
I ran over to fulfill Master Gru's order and winked, turning and walking off, knowing I left him wanting more. As the day slowed and went on, we exchanged glares, romantic thoughts and plenty of lip bites. Words weren't necessary, as our desire and passion spoke for itself in ways that were indescribable. I could feel him inside of me just as he stared.

The day was over. The rest of the minions were already in their quarters, sleeping or playing cards. I would be with my best friend, Cindy, if it weren't for me being called to the backyard by Dr. Nefario. An odd request, it was, but as a minion, a duty must be fulfilled as soon as possible. As I reached the backyard I looked around and saw nothing. Confusion filled me. I turned to leave and go to my quarters, but I was immediately pressed against a wall, my buttons being undone and my overall sliding to the ground. I could feel a waterfall of kisses trail down my neck and to my thighs. I let a soft moan, running my fingers through soft, silky.. hair?
Upon realizing this sweet gift wasn't my muse, Master Gru, I panicked and pulled them away, running to my quarters and cleaning myself.
I felt dirty. Disgusting. "That wasn't Gru.. That wasn't him.. Who was it..?". These haunting  thoughts kept flooding my mind over and over. However I soon realized that I wanted more. I needed more of the sweet sensation Master Gru hasn't yet given me. I needed more of the pleasure and sensation i've been yearning for.
But who was it..?

2/12/17

4:06 am

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