Dendot
8th July 2005, 07:50 PM
I stood quietly, one hand resting on the bed, gazing down at the slim, white shape before me.
My head was haze of sensual thoughts of what I was about to do.
I breathed hoarsely and a flicker of doubt crossed my eager mind. Would I be able to perform adequately, or would I merely corrupt the virginal beauty of the form to no good purpose?
I shook my head.
Too late now for thoughts of 'what might be'. Now was the time for action!
I hefted my tool, flipped down my helmet and switched on the lathe....
My head was haze of sensual thoughts of what I was about to do.
I breathed hoarsely and a flicker of doubt crossed my eager mind. Would I be able to perform adequately, or would I merely corrupt the virginal beauty of the form to no good purpose?
I shook my head.
Too late now for thoughts of 'what might be'. Now was the time for action!
I hefted my tool, flipped down my helmet and switched on the lathe....