She says the last bit with raised eyebrows and an enigmatic half-smile, as if the fact equals some kind of mystic eroticism rather than simply sounding plain kinky bordering on the incestuous.
“If they are married,” I say, maybe a tad coldly, “then why are they here?”
“To serve their Goddess,” snaps Madam Destiny. “To give her what she wishes.”
Well, I can’t say I would never wish for such things. My puss feels empty. It niggles me always, calling for attention. So often now it yearns for something to fill it. It drives me towards this excitement. I have no way to stop it. Once there were other duties and assumed satisfaction to keep my mind off kinky thoughts. Now that my husband has gone it is like my puss insists on making up for the loss – not just the immediate one, but the year
