Immaculate Fetish
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In the softly candle lit bedroom, they lay on the bed covered in sweat holding each other in their arms, Valia’s babies performing an instrumental version of Heroes.
“I forgot to fill out the cards for our gifts,” Greta said, “but I am so comfortable right now.”
“We can fill them out from here,” Valia said. “You go through the list and I will fill them out.”
“Ok, there’s Clarissa and Robyn, Abigail and Mya, Jamina, Esther and Sue, Sloan, Maria and Nina, and last but not least, Trish and Luka.” Greta giggled, naming them quickly.
Greta turned to see the cards floating in from the living room and sliding under the ribbons of the twelve pairs of white gold Star Earrings in their gift-wrapped boxes.
“Thank you darling,” Greta said kissing Valia deeply.
“I am getting a little hungry,” Valia said.
“Pizza?”
“Yes,” Valia smiled, “but not yet.”
“No, not yet,” Greta agreed as they melted into each other’s love to the sound from Valia’s babies filling the room.
Later that evening the twins met their twelve friends at Henrietta Hudson Bar & Girl, where they gave them all their gifts before the going away party went into full swing. Earlier Jamina was concerned as to how she would be received in one of New York’s top lesbian bars, but the festive crowd embraced her and the rest of the group. The party atmosphere of the bar heated up, and it was not long before Maria was dancing on the bar wearing only her bra for a top, as if she was one of the regulars.
In another corner of the bar, the twins could hear Clarissa and Robyn getting into a heated discussion with a few girls about what Sloan had just said about global warming, then being amazed that an instant later the women were agreeing with them.
“You know, I think that what they can help us achieve is limitless,” Greta spoke softly into Valia’s ear.
“Well, we did put a lot of love into those lattes,” Valia whispered back.
Greta looked around at her twelve dearest friends now mingling happily with the others in the bar. “The length of love is limitless my dear, but so is the list of stuff I still need to pack,” Greta said. “Let’s slip out and, ahem, go finish packing.”
“Yes,” Valia replied, as once outside the bar, they vanished.
Misty world
You’re calling
Misty world
So pure
You approach
Me naked
How can
I refuse
Misty world
You’re in me
Misty world
Adored
I surrender
To your
Gentle touch
I am yours
J T I K