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The candlelight danced on the burgandy and black satin walls. The seclusion of the canopy bed kept the mysterious wonder out of site, though I could see her curvaceous sillouette parading on the mesh veil. Her back was to me, I felt chills run up the back of my neck then slowly down my arm. She was quaint, and enchanting. Her movements seemed to draw me near.
I held my breathe as I was lured closer by the electric vibrations her hypnotic body showered on me.

She made soft hissing noises as I was drawn closer. I could slightly hear the siren's cry, "Yessssss, come to me darling." Her voice seemed to echo with the vivacious old souls of Hollywood. It was eloquent, mesmirizing, and powered by a mysterious force; like a ninteen fifties movie star. My soul sank
deep with a devilish emptiness. It was almost time again. I felt my essence choke on the over-whelming feeling she was pourning into me. If I didnt get away soon, my soul would surely drown.

"Come lie down lover." I positioned myself across her lap, "Do you want me to give it to you, lover?" The H. had thinned out by this time, and the way she talked beckoned me to it again. I could only mutter pathetically, the word "yes."

I died right there as my most pleasurable nightmares were transformed into reality. Her face grew scales, like that of a reptile. The purple sky seemed to bleed from her veins. She gave birth to words, and words gave birth to the physical. She was playing God. The number 97 appeared on her forhead, seemingly the mark of the beast, but it was not. This was her number, the
number of the vicious untamed mammal, the number of herself.

I awoke shortly after that in a alleyway screeming something along the lines of 'reptile sex and fruity pebbles'. But that doesnt matter...

I knew then, I had an Encounter of the 97th kind.

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The title of this thread reminds me of the Nature Documentary Sexual Encounters of the Floral Kind we watched in my botany class. The professor said he was arrested at customs while traveling to a foriegn country because they thought he was smuggling porn. They popped in the video (perverted hypocrites) and eventually released him.

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