Your mother's worst nightmare, your Father's darkest thoughts, the woman your sister can only dream of being, the one that causes your Brothers to masturbate secretly and have wet dreams. Hide your Husbands, hide your Sons, I don't care who you are, nor do I owe you a thing. My only purpose is to take them all, seduce them One by One. Feed Their wildest dreams. Do those things that you're to afraid of, things that you'd consider dirty, cheap and unthought of, things that would make you shiver, but your Men quake and quiver. Yes, I am tabu Through the darkness I walk the streets of Shiring. In the alleys I stand, cooing and beckoning. A mere flutter of long lashes, a sultry smile, a crooked finger is all it takes. Invision your Husband, Lover or Son, always so faithful, always so honest and true, until now. Suddenly no longer as attentive, that far away look in Their eyes, wonder what They're thinking? Wonder what's on Their minds? Wonder why They turn away when you call to Them, as They try to disguise the bulge in Their trousers. No, it's not you They're thinking of, not you They want to lie with, not you They want to touch, taste and smell. The scent of honeysuckle in the cool night air, the taste of the sweetest fruit, the touch of my silken naked flesh lying beside Them. That's the distant look you see. That's the reason for Their recent trips to the village. They know where I am, where to find me, how I'll please Them. As the torches flicker and burn out, I'll be waiting, waiting for Them. A bed of feathers, shall We lie on, silken sheets to rest Our weary heads. For surely They'll be spent, to tired to return to you. Pouty, berry stained lips, a yards length of wild, blonde tresses can be used in so many ways. Slender, long legs, running endlessly upward to meet that purrrrrrrrfectly soft, smooth dark pink slit of pleasure. Into Their ears, I'll whisper the things all Men yearn to hear as I leave my mark upon Their naked backs. Straight, white teeth will rake against the nape of Their necks, Their tiny hardened nipples, down Their muscled torso and beyond. All They need do is ask, as I do this not for coin or gifts. It's the spice of life, that burning desire, that craving for the unthinkable that drives me, so warn your friends, your mothers, your sisters for I am here to stay. ~quietly turning her back to you as she walks into the dead of night~