I'm almost starting to feel guilty about inflicting this on you guys.
Michael Samuelle wore a red velvet robe trimmed in soft fur the same color as the blood that cursed through his veins. He wore not a stitch of clothing underneath the garment giving a new meaning to the lyrics ‘underneath your clothes there’s an endless story’.
Micole says: "um. no, i'm pretty sure that's the same old meaning the lyricist meant in the first place."
Nevertheless Mick knew better; these two souls could no longer delay the moment when Mount Olympus would quiver with the sheer beauty of their union. These two had long invented horniness and needed to ‘relax’ so they could teach the world to swing in perfect harmony, climactic endeavors no longer waiting.
Coke commercials should never be quoted in a sex scene.
Then there's a relatively offensive bit about who's more "powerful", men or women.
Michael was peeling the cloth from her, disrobing her, performing for her, she continued, “Our next little rite of passage is having sex…well let me tell you Michael the first time is as much fun as having a ramrod pushed- through your nostrils…” Michael licked the now exposed skin to the root of her real power, “Yes… ah… I take it back probably your first partner didn’t feel that way…” He had licked a particularly sensitive area between the hip-bones that sent shivers down her spine and made her whimper with a near orgasm.
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“Nee-kee-tah, let’s show the gods who really has command.”
Michael said in a breathless voice.
Before Ares and Aphrodite rewrote a part of mythology Nikita whispered, "You have command Michael."
And that was the secret of the power of women, we have command, but pretend we don't.
In case any of us were wondering what the secret of our power was.