Erotic Nonchalance

It is midnight and Simone is waiting for Cornelius on the top floor of the construction site. A radio - yes, the old-fashioned one - plays simple songs from the 80s in the background. The view is of the green grass below and the trees of a park in the distance. Simone is wearing a velvet green dress, intensely shimmering, moss-like, which shows her cleavage but is not short. She has tied her hair in a ponytail. She greets Cornelius with a Chanel fragrance. The details count. Every accessory contributes to the erotic narrative.

Simone is wearing a garnet silver necklace that hints at what kind of sorceress she really is.

Cornelius approaches her, very confident, smelling good, looking good. He is a winner, the embodiment of the highest magical rank in his field. As we have already said, he cannot see through Simone. He feels superior to her.

Like an attack, he wants to pull her into a kiss, but she punches him in the face as he gets closer. He wasn't expecting it like this and is so sure of his punching power that he just lets it happen. He's not even really angry, just puzzled.

"I promise you a secret, and you come here and try to kiss me as a school boy? This is not what is going to happen."

Knowing that Simone is making herself expensive again and he has to pay, and also remaining curious - he doesn't get slapped that often - Cornelius plays along. She softens the blow with one of her smiles. It always shocks him a little that a woman who is so cunning, so cruel, seems so sweet and innocent and even worthy of protection with her smile (plural of variants). Simone unites many different sides of herself, which contradict each other on her inner stage and are at loggerheads. A desire for deep connection, for being taken in and carried away, collides with the need to hurt and control.

"I want to dive into the powers of manifestation with you. You don't have to believe in it. It's just a test. Do what I say. Let's create something together. To prove yourself, it has to be something specific. Let's make a black cat."

That should be enough proof for the higher entity, in all provisional terms. Simone can't think of the superpower without dripping. A memory of the cosmic bang charges her up. In her mind she summons her king. Please, be merciful to me. I surrender myself to you completely. What you see me doing with Cornelius are, in the truth of manifestation, services that I am doing for you.

"What do I have to do?" Cornelius asks.

"Just take my hands, concentrate firmly and repeat with me. I see a black cat. I see a black cat. I see a black cat."

Cornelius says it like a magic spell. Simone feels his masculine power mixing with her feminine energy. The atmosphere changes. They are both moving at a higher energy level now. In simple terms, that means more thrust, more buoyancy.

"What now?" asks Cornelius.

He doesn't believe in Simone's magical potential. He's completely lost in his perception. He's caught in a perception trap. He wants to continue with physical fun. Simone is so good looking, kind of Irish. Her appearance fits well with Cornelius's ideas of ancient cults on the Stonehenge scale. Sex in a circle of megaliths. Greetings from the Neolithic Revolution.

"We're waiting. Show me you have some self-control and patience. Just sit here next to me and let's watch the clouds."

Cornelius hesitats for a moment, but then give in. They sit in silence while those stupid 80s songs play in the background. Suddenly the music changed.

"Tommy Collins - Black Cat next."

Simone smiles with relief. She turns to Cornelius.

"See?"

He isn't aware.

"What?"

"Just listen!"

Then Cornelius gets it. Black cat, black cat, black cat... the lyrics seem to repeat this over and over and over. Just as he was about to make a joke about it, Cornelius see it. Down in the grass. A big, fat black cat, pausing mid-walk and looking up at them questioningly. Simone follows his gaze. And swallowes. That's not only more than normal. That's a true manifestation. And of course Simone knows who the cat embodies. Through the animal's appearance, she clearly sees the force that swings the silk thread of her life back and forth.

Fate Averted

Simone knows that there is no turning back from the path this had to continue down. She feels a bit sorry; for Cornelius, herself, she does not know. But excite to see how far these powers goes. Maybe, just maybe, she could turn the force around to work for her - and against her enemies. She needs Cornelius even more now, which annoyed her slightly.

Cornelius does what men do in this situation. They try to block the unexplainable out of their mind, put it to 'chance'. Cornelius checks Simone to see if he finally passed his test. He did.

Simone slowly take off her dress. Cornelius hesitates in touching her. She hits him.

"You will kneel in front of me and finger me from below. You will make me come six times. If you do it well, I will allow you to lie on your back and stroke your cock. However, you are not allowed to come. You will not touch yourself at home either. You must be careful with your strength."

Blinded by lust, Cornelius gives in. Knelt before Simone's devine figure, looking like a Greek marble statue in the pale moonlight. Keyword agalmatophilia fetish. Cornelius raises one hand to the heaven of his pleasure and carefully begins to heat up the outer parts of her pleasure center. Not that it's necessary. The manifestation magic powers her King displays had made Simone soaking wet. Carefully, Cornelius stucks two fingers in her fluid cunt and falls into a powerful ryhthm. She comes, once, twice, again and again, to the rhythm of his hand that matches songs playing in the background. After her last orgasm Cornelius obediently opens his trousers and lay down.

She strokes his penis playfully and gently. Not erotically, more like stroking a small animal. Cornelius' penis is rock hard, very excited, but also slightly aroused. Which excites him even more. Simone stops far too quickly, she stands up - a beauty in boots and stockings, gorgeous tits, a great ass - and pulls her dress on in one quick movement. Simone leaves Cornelius lying, his back aching, half-naked and needy, and leaves without another word. Not a single kiss was exchanged.

Editorial note from Persephone - For my most loyal followers - Today I'm wearing a simple black dress with long sleeves, Falke stockings, a 1000 Euro-Dolce & Gabbana silk and lace undershirt given to me by an fabulously rich admirer, and a simple but expensive gold chain with a real jewel. The arrangement falls ever so slightly outside the picture of what's in fashion right now, and makes me all the more tempting for the AI ​​panel I'm about to attend.