It hits you like a sledge being swung by the mightiest Highland man you can imagine. One minute your draped across your desk-chair, sleeping deeply if only for a few minutes before electricity hits your heart and veins and you lurch forward gasping for air as your eyes explode open. Over time I've come to experiment with all sorts of methods on how to best ingest this 'sugar' and powder seems to work best if you seek that instantaneous jolt to your system almost like an orgasm would flooding the mind and body with pleasure all at once. What it does to the mind is special, my vision feels like it gets better, my hearing seems to improve, all of a sudden the world is snapped into a crystal clear vision, like I'm looking through my gemscope on a macro scale.
Well it's time to get dressed. Normally I would throw my towel off my face and let it just land on the floor but lately I've been trying to be nice to the maids I keep and hang it back up on the hook where I got it. A small and practically worthless gesture but Ridley has noticed it before and gave an approving glance, definitely worth it the small effort it takes. I won't go into too much detail about how the great Otto Vann gets dressed in the morning, but I can tell you I prefer my smallclothes to be a blend of silk and linen that I make myself. Tight to the frame, extremely thin and breathable and always flattering to see me in.
*knock knock*
Interesting. Someone is coming to visit me and I didn't know about it ahead of time. Well it can only be a couple of people coming around unannounced. Luckily for them I haven't put my shirt or suit-jacket yet, only just cinching my belt tight as I walk across the room from my wardrobe to my door barefoot, unlocking it rather gruffly as I open the door.
None other than Lhea is at my door. Now this here is the personification of feminine perfection and beauty. True she is a Miqo but I've seen her reduce even the mightiest of men, myself included, to a worthless pile of blabbering mess - totally seduced by her form. She has a dark and rich satin-like brown flesh-tone, perfectly cut and maintained hair as black and dark as any coal you will ever see. Her eyes are her most powerful asset, touched with regal purple eyeliner, those jewels themselves also sparkle with a purple hue to them. Her lips are large and inviting, always covered with a dark black lipstick. Her style of outfit changes with the hours and today, at least for now, she's wearing a coatee and full length skirt, both colored dark red. Her corset is pushing her chest up and out with no hidden intentions, those breasts beg for attention and I usually oblige for a moment. I'm not one to disappoint so I give them an appraising look before matching her gaze as she begins to speak with that typical smile across her face.
I always remind myself that Lhea is someone that I trust implicitly and completely and she feels the same towards me. This fine young woman here knows more about me than almost everyone in my inner-circle of inner-circles ever will. She has seen me at my absolute lows, and has been there with me hand in hand at my peaks. I do my best to honor her and be there for her whenever she asks of me or seems to be distraught. We never have and never will sleep with each other and we frankly prefer it this way. Though I am not a liar, even though I've become largely immune to her overbearing beauty I still find myself looking at her with a bit of an eye for wanting more. I'm disciplined though and know that I need her too much as my closest confidant to ever take our friendship further than it is - that and she would decline me. I can't charm them all it would seem.
[To be continued...]
Well it's time to get dressed. Normally I would throw my towel off my face and let it just land on the floor but lately I've been trying to be nice to the maids I keep and hang it back up on the hook where I got it. A small and practically worthless gesture but Ridley has noticed it before and gave an approving glance, definitely worth it the small effort it takes. I won't go into too much detail about how the great Otto Vann gets dressed in the morning, but I can tell you I prefer my smallclothes to be a blend of silk and linen that I make myself. Tight to the frame, extremely thin and breathable and always flattering to see me in.
*knock knock*
Interesting. Someone is coming to visit me and I didn't know about it ahead of time. Well it can only be a couple of people coming around unannounced. Luckily for them I haven't put my shirt or suit-jacket yet, only just cinching my belt tight as I walk across the room from my wardrobe to my door barefoot, unlocking it rather gruffly as I open the door.
None other than Lhea is at my door. Now this here is the personification of feminine perfection and beauty. True she is a Miqo but I've seen her reduce even the mightiest of men, myself included, to a worthless pile of blabbering mess - totally seduced by her form. She has a dark and rich satin-like brown flesh-tone, perfectly cut and maintained hair as black and dark as any coal you will ever see. Her eyes are her most powerful asset, touched with regal purple eyeliner, those jewels themselves also sparkle with a purple hue to them. Her lips are large and inviting, always covered with a dark black lipstick. Her style of outfit changes with the hours and today, at least for now, she's wearing a coatee and full length skirt, both colored dark red. Her corset is pushing her chest up and out with no hidden intentions, those breasts beg for attention and I usually oblige for a moment. I'm not one to disappoint so I give them an appraising look before matching her gaze as she begins to speak with that typical smile across her face.
I always remind myself that Lhea is someone that I trust implicitly and completely and she feels the same towards me. This fine young woman here knows more about me than almost everyone in my inner-circle of inner-circles ever will. She has seen me at my absolute lows, and has been there with me hand in hand at my peaks. I do my best to honor her and be there for her whenever she asks of me or seems to be distraught. We never have and never will sleep with each other and we frankly prefer it this way. Though I am not a liar, even though I've become largely immune to her overbearing beauty I still find myself looking at her with a bit of an eye for wanting more. I'm disciplined though and know that I need her too much as my closest confidant to ever take our friendship further than it is - that and she would decline me. I can't charm them all it would seem.
[To be continued...]
