Think of it as a psychic dumping ground of an over-active imagination that spends far too much time obsessing about everything sex related. Mind contr...olled sexiness doubly so, I do have a passion for such deliciously dark tales.For instance; should I be watching some trashy reality TV dating show and think how a nerdy production assistant accidentally becoming an all-powerful mind-controller and twisting the minds of the sexy young cast might be fun... this is where you might find that same. ” She’s playing with her earlobe.“And... this is a special occasion?” I ask, somewhat timidly.I shouldn’t be rattled. Those high school years worked to harden me. Trying to figure out who the fuck I was, constantly fighting with what the norm said I should be, but my heart telling me the opposite. I don't regret any of it, or the decisions I’ve made. I hold no shame in who I have become. In an odd way, that struggle enveloped me with its benison; it gave me an air of confidence that femmes. I knocked three times on the big white door. A few moments later the door opened and I was struck dumb. In the doorway stood this drop dead gorgeous brunette. She was maybe only about 5ft5 but wore a large dressing gown so her body was hidden for me. Her face had a natural beauty about it, she didn't have any make up on and she didn't need any. She had a slim looking face with green emerald eyes resting above high cheek bones. Her hair tied up above her head.“Hello, can I help you" her sweet. " Clarisse nodded her head yes vigorously and her lips spoke the words out loud. "I am a slut serving you and the church, ready to give you my body and all the pleasures you desire." I knelt down over her face, pushing my pussy against her nose using it to tickle my clitty as I rubbed my wetness all over her mouth and lips. Her tongue stuck out stiffly and lapped at me, pushing up into me as my strokes against her face allowed. I leaned down and put my head between her legs, my forehead on her.