RIDE THE DISCO STICK!!
Riding the disco-stick; Out of Body Sexual Energy
Meet Angela. She used to be the girl next door. She’s not anymore because of an encounter that she had that I fully intend to relinquish the juicy details about. Just know that the piece that I am offering you that you can see below is the piece that I will be discussing. This piece is a very powerful piece and delivers results. We have all tested the piece and can concur that this piece will work to the highest capacity.
Angela isn’t even sure why she came into contact with this piece; maybe it was to help her break out of her shell of protection and suburban mediocrity. It’s not like she went out of her way to buy it or anything like that. Truth is she received this piece on a family vacation she was taking with her family—you know: Mom, dad… Great Aunt Betty. Yeah… that kind of vacation.
One particular night of her family “getaway” as it was labeled, she decided she was going to go for stroll along the beach. It wasn’t often that she could afford herself time to slip away from the craziness of her over-the-top enthusiastic family and their love of board games and Turner Movie Classics. She relished every moment that she could spare.
It’s not that Angela didn’t love her family; it’s just that they still treated her so child-like. She was 21 about to graduate college. It was time they let her grow up and be her own person. She needed some stress relief so she could focus on what she really wanted to do—professional photography. This is what she had gone to college for. Her family couldn’t wait for her to graduate so they could see her succeed as a sweet little wedding photography or family photographer.
These weren’t Angela’s plans, though. She wanted to get there to do the juicy stuff—sex scenes, nudity, raunchy, hardcore photography. She just didn’t know how to open up. She was so subjected to Suburbia, middle-class perfection that she wasn’t sure she knew how to be sexy. As she walked along the beach, the cool water lapping her toes and the wind blowing her chestnut brown hair in wisps, she couldn’t help but get dizzy with all these thoughts that were racing around in circles in her head; this is how she nearly missed the piece that transformed her life.
As she was walking along the beach, she noticed something glimmering off in the distance. At first she thought that her vision must have gone blurry due to the stress of the immense pressure that she was under. She squinted her eyes, making sure that she wasn’t imagining things, and made way over to where she had seen the glimmer. As she neared the area, she noticed that there was a piece of jewelry on the ground. It is the same piece of jewelry that you will notice below.
She didn’t really know what to make of the jewelry. It looked like it was a rare, perhaps from some antique collection. She wasn’t sure what she should do—leave it there for the original to hopefully find, or keep in for her own. She was reasoning in her head, thinking that if she left the piece it would only get picked up by the machine that goes around to clean the beaches anyway. Curiosity kicked in and finally got the better of her. She picked the piece up.
At that precise moment, Angela felt a surge of voltage run through her body. It tingled and tickled and drover her wild. The feeling was warm and sticky and she couldn’t help but become entirely aroused. Her nipples became hard and she could feel her clitoris beginning to swell. The feeling became that she laid down in the sand in state of nearly paralyzing pleasure.
As Angela sprawled out in the sand, she began exploring her body. She started with her breasts—light strokes and tender touches. She wiggled in the sand with each shot of electrifying sensation that ran through her body. With each jolt, her touch stiffened; became more firm. She traced her inner thighs, through her capris, which sent a straight shot of pleasure through her central nervous system, into her cerebellum, which told her she was having a sexual overload. She began letting out muffled moans in between gasps for air.
She laid there like that, not knowing what was going on, but appreciating the enjoyment of a beautiful thing. She looked up in just enough time to see a figure begin lurking out of the depths of the ocean. Angela remembers being startled and wondering where the man came from, but she didn’t have long to worry about that, giving the state of entrancement that her visitor’s appetizingly good looks left her in. The man in front of her could’ve been Jeffrey Dahmer’s twin brother, but at this point she didn’t care. All she wanted was him… deep inside of her.
The figure ascended from the depths of the ocean onto the beach and began to take form. He was a handsome son-of-a-gun, too. He stepped out of the water dripping from head to toe. Water beaded on his bare chest that looked like it might’ve been crafted out of marble and a very, very sharp chisel. His body was cut like a diamond and twice as solid. His dark black hair lay in tufts across is forehead, but didn’t conceal his piercing blue eyes, which could pierce a heart with their sheer beauty.
Each movement of his body, as he made his way toward Angela, drove her deeper and deeper into ravaging sexual insanity. She was reaching the brink of the place where she was and where she wanted to be. It was dangerously close, but she couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t moving faster than he was currently moving. She wanted him—needed him—to be on top of her now.
At long last, the man made his way to Angela. He laid down in the sand next to her, staring deep into her eyes with his mesmerizing baby blues. There was nothing Angela could do to relinquish the hold that he had on her body, and she didn’t want to. It was as though she was his devoted sex slave and was ready to take any command at a moment’s notice. He moved in and the pair’s lip locked perfectly, like his lips were the one piece of the puzzle that was missing and now the picture was finally complete.
Angela let out a long sigh of pleasure. She found herself struggling to catch her breath as her visitor’s mouth found the side of her neck and began to kiss gently. They were now coupled now, tangled up in each other. She had reached the point of no return. Even if this wasn’t good for her, there was no turning back from it now. She knew that she wanted it. Suddenly she got a surge of sexual energy and flipped the man onto his back, mounting him like motorcycle. She intended to make this guy her very own personal crotch rocket. She looked at the guy and demanded to know his name. She spoke is gasps.
He shot her a devilish smile and simply replied, “Reece.” He grabbed her around the waist pulling her so tightly against his body she thought that they might become one being. She grinded her pelvic bone against his jeans. At this, he traced his hands up the back her shirt, tearing it completely off of her. She crouched down with her knees digging into the sand and ran her tongue down the entirety of his shirtless torso. Angela pulled down Reece’s zipper with her teeth as she wriggled out of her own. Reece snatched off her bra with his own teeth. After this, animal instincts took over and the rest of the clothes came off immediately, which wasn’t much at this point, other than a couple of undergarments… his and hers.
Reece’s bare body drove Angela into hyper drive. She took control of the situation, rocking back and forth, with each motion drawing her and Reece closer and closer together. He penetrated deeper and deeper. With each penetration, a fresh rush of pleasure erupted on the inside of Angela’s body. It flowed over her entire body, until she no longer knew the difference between pleasure and reality. At this point, her life was just pleasure, nothing else.
Again, they changed positions, with Reece taking charge and putting Angela on her back getting to work. First he utilized his mouth to stimulate Angela’s womanly anatomy. They he mounted her and began making magic. Angela could feel his deep penetration and pulsating anatomy. Up until this point, she had had her eyes closed. She opened them once more, to see Reece’s beautiful blue eyes; but when she opened her eyes, the blue that she encountered wasn’t the baby blue of Reece’s eyes. Rather it was the dark, dark blue of the midnight sky. Reece’s face was buried in her breasts.
Angela took a good look around her and realized that she was no longer grounded. Her spirit had left her body. She was now having erotic, passionate sex while floating through the night sky, high above the ocean, with the moon shining bright. The pleasure she was experience at the hand of Reece’s male property had taken her to a higher state of existence; so much so that she had slipped into an out of body experience without even noticing.
Reece kept pumping, this time flipping her over, into a rear positioned sex style. Angela began letting out little yelps that turned in to yells and screams. She could no longer remained conserved. She howled his name. She couldn’t help it; the feeling came from deep within her body, where Reece’s disco stick was creating one hell of a party for her G-spot. Her entire body began to quiver and writhe with enjoyment. Her face contorted into a statement of ultimate desire. Something deep within her felt like it was melting, and then she was thrown into convulsions. A volcano of pleasure erupted inside of her lady parts. Then, she felt relaxed and relieved. She lay lifeless in Reece’s arms, catching her breathe and smiling.
Looking around, Angela realized she was back on the ground, coupled in Reece’s beefy, but yet tender embrace. She looked up at him, exasperated from the deed that was just done. He grinned at her. Then, all in a moment he turned into a flash of light that emanated into the piece that she had picked up on the beach. She wasn’t sure what happened and didn’t know how. At this point she didn’t care. She had just receive the best sexual treatment any man had ever shown her.
Angela had many more encounters with Reece. She eventually drew the connection of the piece she had found and her personal “booty buddy” as she likes to call him. With each encounter, she opened up more and more. This allowed her to transfer her confidence into her own personal life. Eventually, she was able to confront her family and chase her dreams. Success followed and she is currently a photographer and videographer for a fledgling pornographic production company. She is an adventurer in her empire and has a promising talent.
More recently, Angela has found herself in a very meaningful relationship and has decided that it is time to give Reece up. She sent me this piece, because she knows the types of things I’m into and she also knows that this piece has promising powers. I also know that this piece has promising powers. I have tested and will personally say that Reece is a very fulfilling entity.
Reece is a sex spirit and can be a companion spirit if that is what you choose for him to be. He only manifests and reveals himself to whomever the host of the piece is at the time the mind evokes him. I don’t think I need to get into particulars as far as the sex he can deliver; Angela’s story can testify. What I will say is that Reece will also bring you a brand-new image and outlook on life. This will lead you to success in whatever endeavor you choose to pursue, with a fresh new boost of confidence and self-reassurance. Sex is a beautiful thing… it’s even more beautiful with the piece you see below!!
STERLING SILVER RING WITH A CENTER STONE THAT SHOWCASES THE ENLIGHTENED COLOR YOU WILL SEE WHEN YOUR EYES ROLL BACK AND MAKE YOU LIGHT HEADED.
Meet Angela. She used to be the girl next door. She’s not anymore because of an encounter that she had that I fully intend to relinquish the juicy details about. Just know that the piece that I am offering you that you can see below is the piece that I will be discussing. This piece is a very powerful piece and delivers results. We have all tested the piece and can concur that this piece will work to the highest capacity.
Angela isn’t even sure why she came into contact with this piece; maybe it was to help her break out of her shell of protection and suburban mediocrity. It’s not like she went out of her way to buy it or anything like that. Truth is she received this piece on a family vacation she was taking with her family—you know: Mom, dad… Great Aunt Betty. Yeah… that kind of vacation.
One particular night of her family “getaway” as it was labeled, she decided she was going to go for stroll along the beach. It wasn’t often that she could afford herself time to slip away from the craziness of her over-the-top enthusiastic family and their love of board games and Turner Movie Classics. She relished every moment that she could spare.
It’s not that Angela didn’t love her family; it’s just that they still treated her so child-like. She was 21 about to graduate college. It was time they let her grow up and be her own person. She needed some stress relief so she could focus on what she really wanted to do—professional photography. This is what she had gone to college for. Her family couldn’t wait for her to graduate so they could see her succeed as a sweet little wedding photography or family photographer.
These weren’t Angela’s plans, though. She wanted to get there to do the juicy stuff—sex scenes, nudity, raunchy, hardcore photography. She just didn’t know how to open up. She was so subjected to Suburbia, middle-class perfection that she wasn’t sure she knew how to be sexy. As she walked along the beach, the cool water lapping her toes and the wind blowing her chestnut brown hair in wisps, she couldn’t help but get dizzy with all these thoughts that were racing around in circles in her head; this is how she nearly missed the piece that transformed her life.
As she was walking along the beach, she noticed something glimmering off in the distance. At first she thought that her vision must have gone blurry due to the stress of the immense pressure that she was under. She squinted her eyes, making sure that she wasn’t imagining things, and made way over to where she had seen the glimmer. As she neared the area, she noticed that there was a piece of jewelry on the ground. It is the same piece of jewelry that you will notice below.
She didn’t really know what to make of the jewelry. It looked like it was a rare, perhaps from some antique collection. She wasn’t sure what she should do—leave it there for the original to hopefully find, or keep in for her own. She was reasoning in her head, thinking that if she left the piece it would only get picked up by the machine that goes around to clean the beaches anyway. Curiosity kicked in and finally got the better of her. She picked the piece up.
At that precise moment, Angela felt a surge of voltage run through her body. It tingled and tickled and drover her wild. The feeling was warm and sticky and she couldn’t help but become entirely aroused. Her nipples became hard and she could feel her clitoris beginning to swell. The feeling became that she laid down in the sand in state of nearly paralyzing pleasure.
As Angela sprawled out in the sand, she began exploring her body. She started with her breasts—light strokes and tender touches. She wiggled in the sand with each shot of electrifying sensation that ran through her body. With each jolt, her touch stiffened; became more firm. She traced her inner thighs, through her capris, which sent a straight shot of pleasure through her central nervous system, into her cerebellum, which told her she was having a sexual overload. She began letting out muffled moans in between gasps for air.
She laid there like that, not knowing what was going on, but appreciating the enjoyment of a beautiful thing. She looked up in just enough time to see a figure begin lurking out of the depths of the ocean. Angela remembers being startled and wondering where the man came from, but she didn’t have long to worry about that, giving the state of entrancement that her visitor’s appetizingly good looks left her in. The man in front of her could’ve been Jeffrey Dahmer’s twin brother, but at this point she didn’t care. All she wanted was him… deep inside of her.
The figure ascended from the depths of the ocean onto the beach and began to take form. He was a handsome son-of-a-gun, too. He stepped out of the water dripping from head to toe. Water beaded on his bare chest that looked like it might’ve been crafted out of marble and a very, very sharp chisel. His body was cut like a diamond and twice as solid. His dark black hair lay in tufts across is forehead, but didn’t conceal his piercing blue eyes, which could pierce a heart with their sheer beauty.
Each movement of his body, as he made his way toward Angela, drove her deeper and deeper into ravaging sexual insanity. She was reaching the brink of the place where she was and where she wanted to be. It was dangerously close, but she couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t moving faster than he was currently moving. She wanted him—needed him—to be on top of her now.
At long last, the man made his way to Angela. He laid down in the sand next to her, staring deep into her eyes with his mesmerizing baby blues. There was nothing Angela could do to relinquish the hold that he had on her body, and she didn’t want to. It was as though she was his devoted sex slave and was ready to take any command at a moment’s notice. He moved in and the pair’s lip locked perfectly, like his lips were the one piece of the puzzle that was missing and now the picture was finally complete.
Angela let out a long sigh of pleasure. She found herself struggling to catch her breath as her visitor’s mouth found the side of her neck and began to kiss gently. They were now coupled now, tangled up in each other. She had reached the point of no return. Even if this wasn’t good for her, there was no turning back from it now. She knew that she wanted it. Suddenly she got a surge of sexual energy and flipped the man onto his back, mounting him like motorcycle. She intended to make this guy her very own personal crotch rocket. She looked at the guy and demanded to know his name. She spoke is gasps.
He shot her a devilish smile and simply replied, “Reece.” He grabbed her around the waist pulling her so tightly against his body she thought that they might become one being. She grinded her pelvic bone against his jeans. At this, he traced his hands up the back her shirt, tearing it completely off of her. She crouched down with her knees digging into the sand and ran her tongue down the entirety of his shirtless torso. Angela pulled down Reece’s zipper with her teeth as she wriggled out of her own. Reece snatched off her bra with his own teeth. After this, animal instincts took over and the rest of the clothes came off immediately, which wasn’t much at this point, other than a couple of undergarments… his and hers.
Reece’s bare body drove Angela into hyper drive. She took control of the situation, rocking back and forth, with each motion drawing her and Reece closer and closer together. He penetrated deeper and deeper. With each penetration, a fresh rush of pleasure erupted on the inside of Angela’s body. It flowed over her entire body, until she no longer knew the difference between pleasure and reality. At this point, her life was just pleasure, nothing else.
Again, they changed positions, with Reece taking charge and putting Angela on her back getting to work. First he utilized his mouth to stimulate Angela’s womanly anatomy. They he mounted her and began making magic. Angela could feel his deep penetration and pulsating anatomy. Up until this point, she had had her eyes closed. She opened them once more, to see Reece’s beautiful blue eyes; but when she opened her eyes, the blue that she encountered wasn’t the baby blue of Reece’s eyes. Rather it was the dark, dark blue of the midnight sky. Reece’s face was buried in her breasts.
Angela took a good look around her and realized that she was no longer grounded. Her spirit had left her body. She was now having erotic, passionate sex while floating through the night sky, high above the ocean, with the moon shining bright. The pleasure she was experience at the hand of Reece’s male property had taken her to a higher state of existence; so much so that she had slipped into an out of body experience without even noticing.
Reece kept pumping, this time flipping her over, into a rear positioned sex style. Angela began letting out little yelps that turned in to yells and screams. She could no longer remained conserved. She howled his name. She couldn’t help it; the feeling came from deep within her body, where Reece’s disco stick was creating one hell of a party for her G-spot. Her entire body began to quiver and writhe with enjoyment. Her face contorted into a statement of ultimate desire. Something deep within her felt like it was melting, and then she was thrown into convulsions. A volcano of pleasure erupted inside of her lady parts. Then, she felt relaxed and relieved. She lay lifeless in Reece’s arms, catching her breathe and smiling.
Looking around, Angela realized she was back on the ground, coupled in Reece’s beefy, but yet tender embrace. She looked up at him, exasperated from the deed that was just done. He grinned at her. Then, all in a moment he turned into a flash of light that emanated into the piece that she had picked up on the beach. She wasn’t sure what happened and didn’t know how. At this point she didn’t care. She had just receive the best sexual treatment any man had ever shown her.
Angela had many more encounters with Reece. She eventually drew the connection of the piece she had found and her personal “booty buddy” as she likes to call him. With each encounter, she opened up more and more. This allowed her to transfer her confidence into her own personal life. Eventually, she was able to confront her family and chase her dreams. Success followed and she is currently a photographer and videographer for a fledgling pornographic production company. She is an adventurer in her empire and has a promising talent.
More recently, Angela has found herself in a very meaningful relationship and has decided that it is time to give Reece up. She sent me this piece, because she knows the types of things I’m into and she also knows that this piece has promising powers. I also know that this piece has promising powers. I have tested and will personally say that Reece is a very fulfilling entity.
Reece is a sex spirit and can be a companion spirit if that is what you choose for him to be. He only manifests and reveals himself to whomever the host of the piece is at the time the mind evokes him. I don’t think I need to get into particulars as far as the sex he can deliver; Angela’s story can testify. What I will say is that Reece will also bring you a brand-new image and outlook on life. This will lead you to success in whatever endeavor you choose to pursue, with a fresh new boost of confidence and self-reassurance. Sex is a beautiful thing… it’s even more beautiful with the piece you see below!!
STERLING SILVER RING WITH A CENTER STONE THAT SHOWCASES THE ENLIGHTENED COLOR YOU WILL SEE WHEN YOUR EYES ROLL BACK AND MAKE YOU LIGHT HEADED.
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