As I was walking through the arts & crafts store,
minding my own divine business, pushing my bedazzled (with red glitter and
rhinestones) shopping cart, I felt someone watching me. Which I thought “who would even know me here?
Afterall I was incognito with my white Jackie-o’s, red feather boa, and white
linen jumpsuit.” Unlike Kirstie Alley who always makes her presence known…
Anywho… I continued to walk as I could not allow myself to
look around to find the person who was so obviously starring at Moi. Which really was nothing new, as I have grown
accustomed to the hundreds of thousands of people who merely enjoy just looking
at me.
As I made my way through the store, I realized the only way
to shake this tail was to zig zag through it. After about 4 hours of this, my legs and feet
were beginning to falter and so Moi descended to a room that is used for
classes and workshops. As I sat down,
once again I felt the presence of someone, now even closer than the previous 4
hours.
He approaches me with confidence and a gentle smile, he is
slender, standing about 5’10, thick silver hair that sported a slight wave,
inviting eyes, and spoke with an accent.
He asks… Are you a designer? I naturally replied with, but of course I
am! Which in return I asked him… I can see from your shopping cart that you are
a painter of sorts? He began to tell me of his art, the style in which he
creates in, and a bit about himself.
I sit there and find myself intrigued by this man with the
accent, if I had to guess, I would say he is Cuban or Spanish. He carries himself with a certain presence
that exudes power, status and nobility.
We exchanged an enticing conversation and then he presents
me with his calling card, and writes his personal private number on the
back. I then in return offer him mine,
and part with “I am interested in seeing your stuff, I mean your art…”
I guess a week or two passed and then one early warm and
moist evening, he calls…
I answer the phone with “ This is Divine Man, how may you
help me?” I think he was a bit taken
aback at first as there was a pause and then he spoke to me with his sexy
accented voice. Divine Man, I realize
this is such short notice but would you do me the privilege of meeting me for
wine and spirited conversation this evening?
The next thing I know we are sitting at this dahling little
wine bar, the lights are dim, soft music in the background, and we are the only
2 there(aside from the wine merchant) as if he had arranged it to be just
us. We sat there, toasted to a robust
glass of red wine, and began an exotic conversation which was jolly, and dark
all at the same time. Eventually we
ventured out onto the cobble stone streets and walked in the moonlight as the
fog slowly began to drift in. The air
was still and quiet around us, the moon was full and the shadows danced all
around us. I suddenly trip on a brick,
and he catches me and as he does our eyes lock, his arms grow strong around my
small waist and he quickly pulls me up and extremely close to him. I just stare into his piercing eyes, frozen
and unable to move, not wanting to remove myself from his clutches. He then ever so gently presses his wet lips
to mine, slowly but with intent. And
then wham! His mouth and lips and tongue go full throttle on me. It is as if he is a toilet plunger encasing
my entire mouth area, and forcing his snake like long tongue into my mouth and
down my throat, filling it with his venom.
His strong arms are securely around me, not allowing me to break
free. His hands begin to shift and he
starts to slap my perfectly shaped booty.
He pulls us into a wooded area, dark with uncertainty and
all the while I am fearing for my life, for my inners not to be sucked out of
my fabulous body. I stand there in a
trance yet, as he stands back and looks at me with eyes full of lust and hunger
for Moi.
All I can think is… Succubus or Incubus?
Timing is everything, as I am saved by the bell, so to
speak.
I manage to escape from his menacing clutches and flee the
country, no …not really, but I do flee to my penthouse and begin to pray I
never see him again.
In fact, whenever my handlers and network see him they text
me: Succubus/Incubus sighting!
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