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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; The Designer's Adolescent Son In His Bath
The infloor pool---shallow tank of glass, warmed
and illuminated from beneath---has
been prepared for his nightly bath. Fragrant
salts and evocative oils, in rather
elegant containers, line the edges.
Intrusion of prudish inhibitions
is forbidden here. In a moment, he
enters: beautiful in the full blossom
of his adolescence (all of fifteen
years old); and almost entirely naked
except for that pair of stockings that sheathe
his slender, agile legs and feet (garments
designed by his mother a whole decade
ago: Koan silk, wholly translucent
except sensually soft doubled weave
(an opacity) at the heels and toes
(provocative and yet quite practical,
planned as preventative to runs and snags);
but, if you look closely and carefully,
the metallic blue enamel on his
precisely trimmed toenails is visible
beneath the taut fabric. Already quite
tumescent (at that age, when are they not?),
he anticipates the delights that the
bath, and your well experienced efforts,
provide---when, at the peak of this process,
his sweetstuff (always confecting within
his core) will release, through seven surges
(contractions of powerful, internal
muscles responsive to your quite gently
adroit manual exertions) into
the receptive water as wave upon
wave of intimate pleasure will flow through
his visibly affected body and
limbs; which are the royal body and limbs
of Ptolemy Kaisarion, Pharaoh,
Lord of the Two Lands, and King
above and over all other monarchs.
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