Twilight's Son

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Brie froze, drink in hand, as his power sought her, surrounded her, enveloped her and loved her. His eyes shot open and light, golden light, as powerful as the sun, scored everyone in the room. She was rooted to her spot and found herself irreparably shaken…Shade moved and muscles rippled. Large, long-fingered masculine hands caressed a washboard stomach, moved to a miracle of a chest, which consisted of well oiled pectorals lightly covered with soft curling hair…Angelic auburn curls framed his exquisite face caught in rapture as he began to make love to himself through his art. In perfect time to the music as it stopped between two heartbeats, his pants were lost to the crowd. The screams became howls as women swooned and demanded his attention…He indulged them, danced for them, but never came close enough to be touched by them, this he would not allow.

Shade undulated with ease, he spun, leaped, danced in a sexual abandon that caused Brie’s heart to lurch and her body to burn for the feel of him inside her, moving, lifting, showing her the way to heaven. She thanked whatever beings who watched over her for the sturdy barstool because her knees grew weak…Shade smiled, sly and undeniable, then winked as the final piece of clothing, a simple loin cloth, died in a forgotten heap on the stage floor. A g-string well designed to look like a fig leaf barely covered him as he struck a final pose in conclusion to the melody.

A drunken female patron began to cry, broken hearted at the thought of not having him. When he finally exited the stage…she and her equally drunken companions left…to fulfill their fantasies in the disappointing reality of partners they had long grown bored with.

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