The Art of Psycho Therapy...

Lituma

Renate was a vivacious young maid.
"You know every day I ask how is this possible." she queried.
Tapper rubbed his weary eyes, "Are you being philosophical?"
Renate stretched her firefly wings and shook the dew off her nakedness.
She knew Tapper liked to tease her.

"The pool of nature is ever-flowing." Renate continued in French.
"Existence is existence," Tapper remarked as he sipped some nectar.
Tapper was a powerful Magnus and had conjured Renate from the fairyland.
"You called me here to do what?" Renate sniped and flew about the garden.

"Come down here and I'll show you what." Tapper laughed and sipped his lituma nectar.
He had a massive arousal. Renate shook her head, "I do not like that ugly stick."
"Ugly? Women love my pogo stick." Tapper raised his right hand and drew her near to him.
"Is that why you're unmarried?" Renate slid down Tapper's massive arousal.
Tapper groaned with pleasure, "Squeeze it! Give me an inch!"

Butterflies flew about the secret garden as the birds sang their ancient songs.
"Do you not know the butter churn?" Tapper laughed.
Renate smiled and bit his tip. Tapper screamed as her sharp fangs drew blood.
He fell backward grasping his bleeding member ... "You bitch!"
But then his erection grew and grew until he had a trunk 7 feet long between his legs.

Tapper could bearly stand up and clung to a gingko tree bracing his back against it.
A river of milk pulsated from his throbbing tip.
Honey bees gathered to sip as did the butterflies and ants. ..
"No!" Tapper dragged his massive cock behind him as he ran from the wasps and mosquitoes and flies.
Renate giggled, "Why do you not love them as you love me? I am a bee of a different kind."

The swollen Magnus plunged into the pond covered in bites.
He dunked his face to wash away the flies, "I will send you to Hell!"
But, he had forgotten the crocodiles. ..
Tapper spun about in the water like a top as the crocodile dragged him to the bottom by his massive cock.
He knew he must work quickly on an incantation to save his life.

A newborn Fairy flew up from the waters.
He was no bigger than your thumb.
Renate flew over to him, "Oh, what a pretty boy you are."
"Why?" Tapper gasped in exhaustion...
"Why not?" Renate giggled and made passionate love to Tapper.+


Reflections~Angles and Fairies are not always gentle.


And they were naked and unashamed..


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