He washed her hair and body. Had he not been a lunatic, she could have easily enjoyed every second of this. He thought, she was so perfect. Her skin ...as something that any southern belle would have killed for. A fresh creamy alabaster, with a smattering of freckles on the tops of her shoulders and the bridge of her nose. She was five foot and seven inches and most of it was leg. His first thought when he saw her, was that she would be the perfect porcelain doll. Flaming red, riotous curls,. He told me he wanted to buy me sexy things and that I could get anything I wanted long as it was sexy. I bought my first thong and lots of other very girly sexy underthings. He spent close to $250 there and then we headed out. Next he took me to a swim suit shop. Before we went inside he told me he wanted to buy me the smallest, most revealing bikinis we could find and asked me if that was okay. I agreed. We went through several suits till we found ones we both liked and then I tried them. Metaphor. Tale. THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATHby, Edgar Allan Poe (1842)THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal --the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of. But Eventually I gave in, and once when I did I stated to get Turned On and Horney Again. Then they both tossed me to the ground, and while still on the ground I did my best to crawl away but I one of them Grab one of Legs and Flipped me Over in the Shadow I say one of their Shadows and Kissed me Square on the Lips, and Then I heard Both of them Laughing. I laid there Not Knowing what to do. Then one of them just Spread One of my Legs as far as would go and while the other Reached down and.