I had walked the streets of sexual pleasures for much of the morning since I arrived at the Island.
Far into the exibits I had wandered. I heard moans of pleasure and screams of terror, niether of them concerned me. I'd heard of an exibit called 'The Sisters of Circe' and I hoped to find it soon.
The story of Circe and her blandishments with sailors and visitors to her enchanted isle sent chills through my body, and gave me a lot of hards. Indeed if Circe told me to lie down in the sty I would cherish the curse.
I've gone all over the U.S.A. and been to Canada, owned numerous cars, houses and lots of toys. I had some hope of finding the Circe pavillion and if lucky enough I might just.....
A long alley of ivy covered stone walls looks interesting. It looks as a possible entrance to a old Pavillion. I stand before two high wooden doors and dig my fingers in the crack, as I pry them open.
Ahh, I get it open and walking in find old Greek furniture. Mostly made from white marble it seems just right. I know I entered the back door but what the Hell!
A voice of a young female sings and I follow the sounds. I peer out form some tall honeysuckle bushes over a cliff and at a white skinned beauty.
Such grace of form, curvig tips and cute face. A man could easy fall in love with this beauty. I lean forward for a fine view and then the fates kicked me in the ass.
Crunch snap and I do a full gainer into her bath pool. My splash covers her with soapy water and her sight is blurred.
"Opps, Hello..." is all I get out as three black hand maids yank me out of the pool.