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Date Posted: 05:08:44 03/02/00 Thu
Author: Borg
Subject: Deja Vu.,,

....
Night's getting late
but the breeze getting wild
the cold makes perfect excuse
to this two souls
that have been searching
racking their minds for reason
to get closer
getting rid of anything
in between.
Borg knows what the queen expect
or desired from him
from her smooth
almost innocent move.
But he knows something else
about women in lust.
With or without throne
they always crave for thrill,
challenges.
Borg intensifies this game of passion
by being unexpectedly calm
patient.
He bents along relieving the stress
suggested by Queen's lower body
bombards The Queen's naked back
with tiny tender kisses
from her tensed by excitement neck
down to her slight quivering waist.
The Queen moans
and holds her head back
clentching hard on the side
of the so elegantly prepared
dinning table.
Like a dancer
who follow the lead
The queen poses to anticipate
the lowering kisses,
holding her breathe.
Waiting.
Only to be shocked
by Borg's sudden jerks
to turn her body around.
The Queen bursts out
a tiny scream
that quickly turns
into giggles of excitement.
Borg doesn't wait
for the giggles to end
to embrace her lips.
And they kiss
long
and hard.
Again Borg initiates a change
by backing of and just stare
with his wocked wicked smile
leaving the queen
gasping and trying hard
not to look submissive
despite the pounding of her heart
that is reflected by her breasts' nods.
With her dinning gown completely intact
she looks like she'd been stripped.
Pink like a young rose.
Shy as a virgin.
She doesn't have time to dignify
for Borg has again on the move.
Now he burries his face
in her neck.
Kissing.
Nibbling down.
Like a melted candle
traveling slowly in heat
along the body.
The queen moans louder
a bit out of control.
She lifts up herself
with her fully alerted legs
just enough for her
to sit on the edge of the table
and let both her long slender legs
hanging in the tickening air.
It is when Borg's kissing
arrive on the queen's flat
tensed belly that it happens.
Borg senses the baby in the queen !
He is so shocked
he stares on the belly for a while
before slowly look up to the queen.
The queen has no idea
of what has been happening.
Her head is held back
sighing hard trying not
to scream out loud.
Borg slowly level up to the queen,
his face hardened.
Beginning to realize something's wrong
the queen recomposes herself
and clears her throath
before looking in Borg's eyes
and asks,
"What ? What is it dear ??"
Borg stays in silence.
This is unbelieveable.
This can't be happening.
Not again.
This witch he thought
deserves every evilness he'd do
is a bloody mother !!!
Now Borg can't carry out his plan.
Not to the child.
But what in the demon is he
going to tell her ?
....


Forever trapped,
BootSector.

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