Somewhere in the underground warehouses of the crowded city was her kingdom, where each of your fantasies was her deepest desire.
When I first saw her eyes, I felt as if I were in a carousel that had no intention of stopping for anything in the world.
Her skin was as soft as melting butter, and her voice was like mead for my soul.

I knocked on the door, and hoping to spend an hour with her, fighting in penguin costumes, only then did I know that I could smell the lilac scent of her hair, which was slowly merging with the air around me.

The door swung open a little, and her enchanting voice echoed in the dim light.
"Come in and don't ask questions, stay calm and follow my commands."

I pricked up my ears and responded, like some excited and excited child.
"All right, my precious mistress of my soul."

I slowly entered the dungeon, which was decorated with all sorts of striking devices to deliver any pleasure, satisfying any unusual fantasy. I put on the penguin costume and walked slowly into the spacious, cool room, which was decorated with chains, leather, and black red ropes hanging from the ceiling and walls.

The door opposite me opened and she came in wearing the same penguin costume. With the graceful gait of a female king penguin, she approached me and began tossing everywhere with her little false fins, which somehow made me forget for a moment every single problem that made my heart rot slowly in its own expectations.
© Sveto