June 12, 2025 • 28 mins
It's Your Choice!
Welcome to Choose, the erotica podcast where you direct the pleasure. A mysterious key arrives, inviting a recently divorced woman to the House – a place of unimaginable luxury and consequence-free exploration, hers from sundown to sunup.
This Episode's Choice:
In this episode you experience two lions, whose animalistic way of taking you is the same... but different. You then frolic with a mermaid. As you leave the mask room, you're given a new choice. One that you've never experienced before. Do you do it? Well, that's the choice for next week! For now, why don't you listen, immerse yourself in the current choice, and enjoy the sensuality and passion it brings.
When the episode is over don't forget to vote for what happens in the next episode. You can vote for the story we produce in the next episode at choosemypleasure.vote. It's free to vote!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled The House and written by best-selling erotic romance author Cassie Alexander. You can find out more about Cassie here.
Want to read the book version of season one's choices? You can find it here!
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers.
Welcome to Choose, the erotica podcast where you direct the pleasure. A mysterious key arrives, inviting a recently divorced woman to the House – a place of unimaginable luxury and consequence-free exploration, hers from sundown to sunup.
This Episode's Choice:
In this episode you experience two lions, whose animalistic way of taking you is the same... but different. You then frolic with a mermaid. As you leave the mask room, you're given a new choice. One that you've never experienced before. Do you do it? Well, that's the choice for next week! For now, why don't you listen, immerse yourself in the current choice, and enjoy the sensuality and passion it brings.
When the episode is over don't forget to vote for what happens in the next episode. You can vote for the story we produce in the next episode at choosemypleasure.vote. It's free to vote!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled The House and written by best-selling erotic romance author Cassie Alexander. You can find out more about Cassie here.
Want to read the book version of season one's choices? You can find it here!
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers.
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to Choose, the podcast where
you get to choose what happens next. This week, you
chose to be a lion. What does that mean? Well,
I don't want to spoil it for you, but let
me just say you will definitely enjoy it. Choose is
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based on the book House by the amazing author Cassie Alexander,
and you can find how to get the book in
the description, But for now, let's listen to your current choice.
Speaker 2 (00:35):
In this week's episode of Choose, you reach for the
lion mask. It's covered in glittering gold, with an onyx nose,
and the eyes are outlined in light green emeralds. You
set it onto your face. It's light and easy to
see through. One of the women helps you tie behind
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your head, and while looking at yourself in the mirror,
it occurs to you that you are technically a lioness
since your mask doesn't have a mane ooh this is
one of my favorite ones mine too. I agree all
that roaring her tease has given the others long enough
to find a gold shift to pull over you. It
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matches the mask perfectly and falls down to your knees,
and then They bring you matching gold gladiator sandals, which
they help you buckle up. You catch your reflection in
the mirror and find yourself looking dangerous, glamorous and fierce perfection.
Not yet, she hands you a massive fur coat. It's heavy,
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with a wide collar and it reaches down to your ankles.
You stroke a hand against it and you can tell
that it's made with the finest fur. Now it's perfection.
They pull you over to a door with a roaring
lion carked into it. You walk through a very long,
well lit tunnel and emerge into what looks like a cave.
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Walking forward, you find yourself inside a display of rocks
and pavilions like you might see it at a zoo,
only usually from the other side of the moat that's
ahead of you. There's a musty, sweet scent in the air,
and you realize that this place must have actually held
animals in it once upon a time. You wonder what
it holds for you now. The pavilion you're on is
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lit by torches, and you're divided from the other half
of it by a metal cage. On the other side,
two men naked except for lyon masks lounge on the rocks,
stretched out, the torch flame playing off their gilded masks
and long, lean bodies with manes made of their own
flowing golden hair. You walk up to the metal bars
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that separate them from you, and they spot you, both there,
matching masks, Turning your way. They both stand and come
as near as they can, and you realize that they're
separated from each other by a gate too. There's only
one lock in front of you on the bars, but
it's massive. You set your keyn to it in turn
halfway and the metal groans. You thought your key would
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open the main door to let them out, but instead
it lifts the gate that separates them from one another. First,
the one on the right rushes into the cage of
the one on the left. You weren't expecting such sudden movement,
and you step back, surprised. The one on the left
races as the right one hits him and takes him
to the ground, and seconds they're wrestling. The reason the
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torchlight was so visible on them was because they were
covered in oil. They're sliding over one another's bodies, trying
to hold one another down. You press your hands to
the bars and lean forward trying to see what's happening.
Listening to the sound of their blows, it seems like
they're fighting over something, and a second later you realize
it's Hugh Survival of the Fittest. Indeed, stop, they ignore you.
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One of them has the other's arm behind his back
and is driving his chest into the ground. You put
your key back in the lock and finish its whole.
Turn the gate nearest you lifts and you go in.
I said stop. You run over to them. They're covered
in red welts and forming bruises. Their violence was real.
They growl and shovel part kneeling at your feet. Which
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one of us is one mistress. You weren't thinking about
winners or losers watching them fight. They look so similar,
especially with their masks on, you can't remember who was
coming out on top. I was stronger, but I was faster.
They look at one another, electricity in the air, and
you realize you're seconds away from another fight. It was
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a tie as one. They both look up at you,
and you realize what you've done. They were fighting over
you by stopping them without a clear winner, perhaps they
both have equal claim. Looking down at them with their
muscle backs and arms showing you realize you might not
mind that. You look at their ravenous eyes in the
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stony ground and ask the obvious question where here. The
one on your left stands quickly. He lifts your fur
coat and sets it down on the ground, fur side up.
And then the other one is at your side, lightly
touching your neck, your ear, hands sliding over your dress
just as easily as your hands glide down his well
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oiled side. The other lion joins you, and together the
three of you slip down to the bed of thick fur.
One's at your neck and rubbing your breast, while the
other has his hand on your thigh. You feel your
dress sliding over your skin, and then that newly exposed
skin laying on top of the fur, which feels incredibly sensual.
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Their hands are pulling and pushing your breasts, your belly,
your hips. Your dress rises as they work, exposing more
of you to the night, and you'll reach out to
touch one, then the other, your hands sliding down their chests,
over the faint trail of hair on their bellies, leading
down to both their cocks. The one on your right
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grabs your hips and pulls you over to him, making
you slide across the fur. You can tell he's going
to be rough, but you know you don't mind. The
other man snarls at him for stealing you, but doesn't fight.
As the first line rises up, cock hard and then
reaches down to set himself into you, you've groan as
he pushes in, taking you before you're completely ready for him,
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creating that delicious friction between desire and need, and he
immediately starts to thrust fast, making your body bob against
the fur. The other line leans over and kisses you,
and then kisses your breasts. As you wind your hands
into his hair. Your hips answer the first line of
their own accord, matching his movement with their own, helping
him take you. You let go of the second and
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reach down to touch yourself, rubbing fast because you know
that there's no way the man who's fucking you can
keep this pace up, no foreplay and no rescons, both
of you wanting one hard, fast fuck. His stomach curves
over you and his hips are brmitdy or is even faster,
and you know he's almost done, and you cry out
in frustration, in need because you want it and you're
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not there yet. But You don't want him to slow
down because the friction feels so good. You feel his
cock stiffened, and he shouts out and he finishes in you,
plunging in deep, and then before he can even soften,
he's pulled out and moved away, and the other line
his cock is still hard and ready. As he leans forward,
you lift up your hips so that your pussy can
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meet him. Lubricated by the other lines, come in your need.
His cock SLID's hilt deep, and both of you gasp.
Once you're joined, he starts his turn on you, slow
sensual thrusts this time, and despite the fact that their
body types and masks make them look alike, the motions
his cock makes fills you in a completely different way.
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Now you can take your time with your clit. You
so rolling your head back on the fur hips, arching
up to meet his lion's cock. The other lion leaves
beside you, spent watching things intently from behind his mask,
and then reaches his hand down to meet yours to
take its place. You moan again and let him, bringing
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your hands up the cup, your breasts exposed to the
knight's air, and he starts speeding his hand up until
he's rubbing your clit as fast as he fucked you.
His finger's completely wet. While the other line continues more more,
your hips start to bob in the line over you
growls and starts to speed up. You grab the other
lion's hand so he can't move, because if he keeps
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rubbing you like that and the other lion's cock doesn't
stop more, please more, you beg like you are in heat,
and as one, they growl back at you, wanting to
make you roar more more. You gasp out, hips high,
leaving them marched. As the one lion's hand makes you
come around the other lion's cock. You scream, and the
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line mounting youth thrust faster and that you're spasming pussy,
And just as you're done shouting, he starts finishing where
you left off as he explodes inside of you. When
he's done, he slumps over you, trapping the other lion's hand.
You wait for your breath to settle, both of them,
still slick with oil, as slick as your pussy is
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filled with Both lions come. The stars spin overhead, and
you know that eventually they'll be replaced by the unwelcome
rays of dawn. You sit up gently, pushing both men away,
pulling down your tress, straightening your mask. You're right, he's faster,
and you're stronger. You've bend down to retrieve your roughly
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used fur. The stronger man chuckles at this as you
walk down the rocks and back the way you came.
The door opens into yet another bathroom, this one pink
and bright. You disrobe and shower, quickly cleaning yourself up,
wrapping yourself up in a robe, and then take your
mask with you. As you open the bathroom's other locked
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door with your key. You're back in the mask room,
but you don't even wait. You ignore the women as
the ask about who you chose. You lift the mask
of shells off the wall. It hides little just your eyes,
and can be tied behind your head with just one string.
The women's attitudes immediately change. Doing swimming, I don't have
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a suit. You should always be prepared for a pool party.
Luckily we plan ahead. The woman holds up a black
two piece swimsuit with metal rings at the hips in
the corners of the top. Come on now, out of
that robe. They descend on you and hope you pull
the swimsuit up and on, dying it perfectly around you.
You don't feel like you could swim a marathon, but
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it also doesn't feel like it's going to crawl up
or fall off, which is pleasant. Is there anything else
I should know? The other masks have all lent themselves
to particular their feelings and themes, and so far this
one leaves you the most exposed. Yes, ignore anyone who
tries to give you wax. She winks that's not very helpful.
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The second one pulls you to stand in front of
a door covered in waves with a splashing mermaid's tail.
You realize that you're barefoot too late, after the door's
already closed behind you. The floor under your feet is
patterned cement, and you're inside a short tunnel. Up ahead,
you can hear music and fountains, and you walk towards them.
You emerge outdoors. It's still night, and you can see
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the stars above. Lamps that look like glowing jellyfish light
a path to an enormous, organically shaped pool. It looks
like a lagoon and has several islands with waterfalls inside
of it. Women in mermaid outfits are singing on one
of them. Other people, servants, guests walk around the pool's edge,
and men and women in fox and rabbit masks carry
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trays of drinks around. Everyone has masks on, but their
swimsuits lead little to the imagination. A woman in a
rabbit mask wearing a tight one piece suit brings you
a drink. You take it and begin to stroll around
the pool. Several of the mermaids are sitting on an
island in the middle of the pool, brushing one another's
long hair, while others are lounging on rocks looking up
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at them, breasts cupped at the water's edge, thin tails
dipping in and out of the inky water. The ethereal
song playing is hauntingly beautiful, adding to the atmosphere of
the dark water and swaying lights. It's hard not to stare,
even though you know they're just people in costumes. They
look like Renaissance paintings come to life. You can see
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their lips moving in time with the music, and when
one of them splashes another and she laughs melodically, you
realize they're not just lip sincing that they really are
singing in the saw. One by one, they drift away
from the island and out into the pool, swimming faster
with her tails than a normal person could without their
hair streaming behind us. In the water, they reappear, splash,
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play and sing, and then swim back, strong arms pulling
themselves up onto the rocks again. One of them sees
you watching her, and instead of staying with her sisters,
she nears. Her body is a barely visible hourglass under
the water's edge, her hips curving out, then legs pulled
tight by the tail she wears. It's sewn with sequins.
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You can see them glitter in the light. She smiles
up at you, and you helplessly smile back. Then she
takes in a mouthful of water and spits it at
your feet in play. You dance back, and she laughs,
and then you're laughing too. Her waist length black hair
is wet, slicked against her head before it clouds out
around her in the water. Her eyes are large and beautiful,
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perfectly framed by long wet lashes, and the lips that
just spout water at you pal what. She shakes her
head like the others. You doubt she's supposed to speak,
And yet did you need something? You kneel down, holding
your glass in one hand, She thrashes her tail, rising
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up in the water, letting you see her floating breasts.
She's topless like some of the others, and her nipples
are small, dark moons. You lean closer, entranced and quicker
than you thought she could. She rises up to kiss you.
Her lips meet yours, and in your surprise, she puts
her arms around your neck and pulls you in. Compared
to her, you are ungainly, and you splash into the
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water like a cannon ball. Hey, you emerge treading water.
You can't touch the bottom, so you know it's deep.
But the water's warmer than you thought it would be,
as is the steadying hand on your arm and the
sweet laugh in your ear. You turn and find her
right beside you. She got me wet. The pool salt water.
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You can taste it in your mouth. She telts her
head in a way they lets you know she doesn't mind.
She swims a little near, beating the water by your
legs in a stack ady rhythm with her tail. If
you wanted a drink, you could have just said, so,
your glass is now somewhere at the bottom of the pool.
Her eyebrows raise in a way that makes you think
about all the other things that she might actually want.
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Suddenly you're wet, and not just from the water. A
wicked smile plays over her lips, perhaps sensing the change
in you, And when she leans closer, this time to
kiss you, your lips part. The water makes your hands
slide over her skin and seems to attract them to
dangerous places. Her breasts press up against yours, and her
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hand is at your back, undoing the ties to your swimsuit.
There you gasp and look around. You might care, but
everyone else seems far away. She's pulled you out to
the center of the lagoon, and out here the water's
too dark for anyone else to see, which is good,
because one of her hands is settled on your hips
and is stroking down your belly. You kiss her again.
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Underneath the stars. The other mermaids are still singing, and
now that you're in the water, it's like they're singing
for you. Your tongue presses deep, and then you want more.
You pull back and kiss the wet line of her jaw,
her neck, hold onto her with one hand as though
she might try to get away, and dive underneath the
waterline to find her nipple with your mouth. Her hands
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play in your hair, and the mask unties, sinking down
to join the top of your bathing suit and glass
in the dark water below. You rise up and she's
breathing heavily, kissing you again, hands on your breasts, rubbing
against them before rolling your nipples. The water makes everything
either of you do electric, each way of a current
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shared between only you two. Her hands circle your waist
and she starts to pull you out into the lagoon.
You let her, holding to her side, amazed at how
fluidly she moves, how delicious it feels to be skin
against skin, until together you reach the island in the center.
She pushes away from you and mime's breathing in deep deeply.
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You follow her lead, and then she pulls you under
the water again. Your legs kick alongside her tail. Her
eyes are open, but the water here is dark, black
and frightening. Her hair feels like seaweed, and you remember
too many myths about mermaids pulling men in to drown,
but you're not a man, and just before you panic
about running out of air, she and you bob up
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into what you realize is the center of the island.
A hollowed out cove. There's a small skylight you can
see night through, and the music of the other mermaids
singing outside echoes as water trickles in. What's more is
your feet can reach the bottom here, the sides lined
with stairs to a very shallow pool. You stand and
walk up a few stairs, breathing sweet air in deep.
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When you're done being frightened, you look back and find
her still in the water, arms sweeping, breasts high. You
take a step down to her. She smiles, and you
take another step. She meets you as soon as your
hips reach the water line again her and stretch up
to your body, asking for more of you to touch,
And then she's pulling the bottom of your swimsuit off,
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exposing you to her. You gasp and she stops, but
then you step down the final step so that you're
swimming beside her again nakedly. You feel the water move
as she does, her lips on yours, her breasts sliding
wetly against your own, and you feel one of her
hands slide down your side and between your thighs. As
you kick the water to stay up, you let yourself
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sink into her goop in air dive down to kiss
her breasts and ribs, feeling the water move between you
both as her fingers rub and dip into you. You
rise up again to gasp her air. She smiles at
the power she has over you and pulls out to
grasp your hips hard, pushing you back until the stairs
are under your feet and at your back. She forces
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you to sit down, and then spreads your knees wide
and ducks down the lap at you. You groan. The
sound hidden by the mermaids singing above her head is
in your lap chin, just under the waterline. Coming up
for air. She grins at you, and your pussy misses
the warmth of her tongue more. She grins wider now
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and dives back down. Her tongue strokes clit than your folds,
and then licks your pussy open. The press in her
whole body moves with each stroke of the tail. She's
beating under the water to stay afloat, pushing her tongue
harder into you whenever it touches, insistent like a beating heart.
Cool air blows in and chills you where she's not
shielding you from it, and you wish you were touching
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more of her. Her tongue is amazing, but the rest
of you wants her heat too. You sit up and
stroke your hands down her back where you can reach,
until your fingertips find her costumes seam. She stops bobbing
up and down, and you hear her breath catch. You
stroke one fingertip underneath the edge of the seam along
her waist until you find a zipper on her hip.
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You start at the top and then with your hands
push it down and open. She looks up at your
eyes wide as you expose her hip and her ass.
Scooting down now to push more of the fabric off her.
She twists in the water and lets you, helping you
until she swims back out of the end of the costume,
as naked as you are and free. You set the
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costume on the stair beside you. Does this mean you're
as Selky still in character, if not in costume. Her
lips pucker impishly, and she swims in. You lean down
the kiss her, only instead of her pulling you into
the water, this time you're the one pulling her out
of it. Up the stairs, hands hot on one another,
sliding over curves and into secret places, mouth is locked
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until you reach the shallow pool at the stairs top
and kiss across it until you've got her pinned against
the cove's wall. You sink through your knees and push
her thighs apart and kiss her where she was just
kissing you. Her clit rolls beneath your tongue. She moans
and it echoes in this small place, and you want
to make her moan harder until the singing her head
can't overcome the sound. But then she's kneeling too, kissing
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your mouth again, and you're in a tangle of slippery,
warm limbs, kissing one another's breasts and stomachs, until you're
both lying side by side, and it seems only natural
to place your head on her thigh as she's done
on yours, so that your tongue can reach her just
as she's reaching you. You kiss her labya in turn,
and then press your tongue in her salty sweetness, tasting
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not unlike the water nearby. As your tongue strokes her clit,
she moans again, that sound that you want her to
make more of. But then she's licking you too, and
it's your turn to moan. She purs into you pleased
by your pleasure, and then you both begin trying to
make the other person come first, like it's a game.
Her fingers enter you as her hips thrust and you
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thrust back, and everything you're doing to one another is
like part of a perpetual motion machine, rocking and kissing
and licking and pushing fingers inside. Each move or turn
to its owner tenfold. It's hard not to cry out,
only that would mean taking your mouth off of her,
and more than anything else, you want to feel her
shudder when she comes. Knowing that you gave her that pleasure,
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Your pussy starts to clench around her fingers, just as
she starts to moan without ceasing, and you feel her
orgasm winding up inside of her, just like yours is
winding up inside of you, and you hold her hips
harder with your free hand, trying to make sure that
you can ride her out in the same way you
want to be written. She comes a second before you,
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her moan and your pussy turning into a screen that
not even the sirens overhead can hide. Her fingers spasm
inside of you, and her mouth is hot, and her
juices in your mouth are sweet, and suddenly you're coming
to body writhing as she drags you in all over again,
shouting just as loud waves flow through you both as
you keep lapping, moans turning into quieter sounds of pleasure,
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until you fall apart exhausted. She rises up before you
do and kisses you with lips that taste like yourself,
before pointing out a hidden key hole in the wall.
Then she smiles widely, steps down to where you left
her tail, picks it up, and dives back into the
dark water below. You lay in the shallow pool for
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a bit, listening to the mermaids sing watching the stars above,
before standing and using your key to reveal an elevator door.
It takes thirty seconds for the elevator to arrive, long
enough for you to have a second, third, and fourth doubts,
but when its door is opened, revealing a plush carpeted
in wood paneled interior, you feel brave all over again.
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The elevator moves so smoothly you almost can't sense it,
and it's an honest surprise When the door's open to
show you somewhere you haven't been before. You're in a
room that looks gilded with gold and You step out
onto golden tiles into what appears to be a museum floor.
There are paintings set all around, and you look up
and behind you and discover that the elevator you just
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exit it from is part of the pedestal of a
giant statue. You don't recognize it until you're a few
steps back and take it all in. It's Leeda and Zeus,
him taking her as a swan. She's in marble, arms
swept back, face, ecstatic, legs wide as the swan also marble,
flutters open, winged overhead, neck bent, mid bugle. It feels
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like an oddly fitting choice. When you start to look around.
They're paintings from Florida ceiling. Here more nymphs and satyrs,
shepherds and shepherdesses, skirts high, ready to run from one
another in a game of immortal tag. The entire museum
dedicated to showcasing ancient acts of love. You walk over
to the first painting and find it eerily realistic. It's
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sit back into the walls that you can't touch it,
but you feel like the men and women in it
are alive. It's the same for the second and the third.
Their subject matters similar only the skin tones of their
subjects different. You stand in front of the fourth one
and watch it. You've almost made a circuit of the room,
and you don't know what you should do. All of
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the other rooms were self evident. Then you think you
see a satyr wink. You take a surprise step back,
and one of the nymphs, a willowy blonde, smiles. Then
a third one moves, reaching out to touch the man
she's chasing, and he moves to turn towards her, And
the figures in the painting have come to life, stepping
down from elaborately constructed alcoves and out from behind painted
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canvases that seemed to be their clothes. A masterful use
of forced perspective in your own gullibility made the paintings
look flat. But now that the gig is up, everyone
inside the paintings is joyously alive and pouring out to
meet one another. The satyr, now exposed his pants a
fabrication of the diorama he was in, reaches for and
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catches the nearest girl. She squeals and falls back into him,
her clothing half painting and half a series of sheer
scarfs she had tied around her neck and waist. Two
girls that were about to step into a painted river
step into one another's arms instead, meeting hungrily. You hear
feet on tail and look around to see the other paintings,
occupants moving, falling into one another's arms. Please, laughter and
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the sound of moans. You realize this room's point. It's
an orgy. You're in front of the elevator shaft again,
framed overhead by Zeus's great wingspan. The door is still open.
You could have head back inside if you want, or
behind you you hear the sounds of the orgy. The
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Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to Choose, the podcast where
you get to choose what happens next. This week, you
chose to be a lion. What does that mean? Well,
I don't want to spoil it for you, but let
me just say you will definitely enjoy it. Choose is
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based on the book House by the amazing author Cassie Alexander,
and you can find how to get the book in
the description, But for now, let's listen to your current choice.
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In this week's episode of Choose, you reach for the
lion mask. It's covered in glittering gold, with an onyx nose,
and the eyes are outlined in light green emeralds. You
set it onto your face. It's light and easy to
see through. One of the women helps you tie behind
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your head, and while looking at yourself in the mirror,
it occurs to you that you are technically a lioness
since your mask doesn't have a mane ooh this is
one of my favorite ones mine too. I agree all
that roaring her tease has given the others long enough
to find a gold shift to pull over you. It
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matches the mask perfectly and falls down to your knees,
and then They bring you matching gold gladiator sandals, which
they help you buckle up. You catch your reflection in
the mirror and find yourself looking dangerous, glamorous and fierce perfection.
Not yet, she hands you a massive fur coat. It's heavy,
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with a wide collar and it reaches down to your ankles.
You stroke a hand against it and you can tell
that it's made with the finest fur. Now it's perfection.
They pull you over to a door with a roaring
lion carked into it. You walk through a very long,
well lit tunnel and emerge into what looks like a cave.
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Walking forward, you find yourself inside a display of rocks
and pavilions like you might see it at a zoo,
only usually from the other side of the moat that's
ahead of you. There's a musty, sweet scent in the air,
and you realize that this place must have actually held
animals in it once upon a time. You wonder what
it holds for you now. The pavilion you're on is
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lit by torches, and you're divided from the other half
of it by a metal cage. On the other side,
two men naked except for lyon masks lounge on the rocks,
stretched out, the torch flame playing off their gilded masks
and long, lean bodies with manes made of their own
flowing golden hair. You walk up to the metal bars
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that separate them from you, and they spot you, both there,
matching masks, Turning your way. They both stand and come
as near as they can, and you realize that they're
separated from each other by a gate too. There's only
one lock in front of you on the bars, but
it's massive. You set your keyn to it in turn
halfway and the metal groans. You thought your key would
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open the main door to let them out, but instead
it lifts the gate that separates them from one another. First,
the one on the right rushes into the cage of
the one on the left. You weren't expecting such sudden movement,
and you step back, surprised. The one on the left
races as the right one hits him and takes him
to the ground, and seconds they're wrestling. The reason the
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torchlight was so visible on them was because they were
covered in oil. They're sliding over one another's bodies, trying
to hold one another down. You press your hands to
the bars and lean forward trying to see what's happening.
Listening to the sound of their blows, it seems like
they're fighting over something, and a second later you realize
it's Hugh Survival of the Fittest. Indeed, stop, they ignore you.
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One of them has the other's arm behind his back
and is driving his chest into the ground. You put
your key back in the lock and finish its whole.
Turn the gate nearest you lifts and you go in.
I said stop. You run over to them. They're covered
in red welts and forming bruises. Their violence was real.
They growl and shovel part kneeling at your feet. Which
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one of us is one mistress. You weren't thinking about
winners or losers watching them fight. They look so similar,
especially with their masks on, you can't remember who was
coming out on top. I was stronger, but I was faster.
They look at one another, electricity in the air, and
you realize you're seconds away from another fight. It was
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a tie as one. They both look up at you,
and you realize what you've done. They were fighting over
you by stopping them without a clear winner, perhaps they
both have equal claim. Looking down at them with their
muscle backs and arms showing you realize you might not
mind that. You look at their ravenous eyes in the
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stony ground and ask the obvious question where here. The
one on your left stands quickly. He lifts your fur
coat and sets it down on the ground, fur side up.
And then the other one is at your side, lightly
touching your neck, your ear, hands sliding over your dress
just as easily as your hands glide down his well
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oiled side. The other lion joins you, and together the
three of you slip down to the bed of thick fur.
One's at your neck and rubbing your breast, while the
other has his hand on your thigh. You feel your
dress sliding over your skin, and then that newly exposed
skin laying on top of the fur, which feels incredibly sensual.
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Their hands are pulling and pushing your breasts, your belly,
your hips. Your dress rises as they work, exposing more
of you to the night, and you'll reach out to
touch one, then the other, your hands sliding down their chests,
over the faint trail of hair on their bellies, leading
down to both their cocks. The one on your right
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grabs your hips and pulls you over to him, making
you slide across the fur. You can tell he's going
to be rough, but you know you don't mind. The
other man snarls at him for stealing you, but doesn't fight.
As the first line rises up, cock hard and then
reaches down to set himself into you, you've groan as
he pushes in, taking you before you're completely ready for him,
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creating that delicious friction between desire and need, and he
immediately starts to thrust fast, making your body bob against
the fur. The other line leans over and kisses you,
and then kisses your breasts. As you wind your hands
into his hair. Your hips answer the first line of
their own accord, matching his movement with their own, helping
him take you. You let go of the second and
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reach down to touch yourself, rubbing fast because you know
that there's no way the man who's fucking you can
keep this pace up, no foreplay and no rescons, both
of you wanting one hard, fast fuck. His stomach curves
over you and his hips are brmitdy or is even faster,
and you know he's almost done, and you cry out
in frustration, in need because you want it and you're
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not there yet. But You don't want him to slow
down because the friction feels so good. You feel his
cock stiffened, and he shouts out and he finishes in you,
plunging in deep, and then before he can even soften,
he's pulled out and moved away, and the other line
his cock is still hard and ready. As he leans forward,
you lift up your hips so that your pussy can
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meet him. Lubricated by the other lines, come in your need.
His cock SLID's hilt deep, and both of you gasp.
Once you're joined, he starts his turn on you, slow
sensual thrusts this time, and despite the fact that their
body types and masks make them look alike, the motions
his cock makes fills you in a completely different way.
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Now you can take your time with your clit. You
so rolling your head back on the fur hips, arching
up to meet his lion's cock. The other lion leaves
beside you, spent watching things intently from behind his mask,
and then reaches his hand down to meet yours to
take its place. You moan again and let him, bringing
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your hands up the cup, your breasts exposed to the
knight's air, and he starts speeding his hand up until
he's rubbing your clit as fast as he fucked you.
His finger's completely wet. While the other line continues more more,
your hips start to bob in the line over you
growls and starts to speed up. You grab the other
lion's hand so he can't move, because if he keeps
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rubbing you like that and the other lion's cock doesn't
stop more, please more, you beg like you are in heat,
and as one, they growl back at you, wanting to
make you roar more more. You gasp out, hips high,
leaving them marched. As the one lion's hand makes you
come around the other lion's cock. You scream, and the
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line mounting youth thrust faster and that you're spasming pussy,
And just as you're done shouting, he starts finishing where
you left off as he explodes inside of you. When
he's done, he slumps over you, trapping the other lion's hand.
You wait for your breath to settle, both of them,
still slick with oil, as slick as your pussy is
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filled with Both lions come. The stars spin overhead, and
you know that eventually they'll be replaced by the unwelcome
rays of dawn. You sit up gently, pushing both men away,
pulling down your tress, straightening your mask. You're right, he's faster,
and you're stronger. You've bend down to retrieve your roughly
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used fur. The stronger man chuckles at this as you
walk down the rocks and back the way you came.
The door opens into yet another bathroom, this one pink
and bright. You disrobe and shower, quickly cleaning yourself up,
wrapping yourself up in a robe, and then take your
mask with you. As you open the bathroom's other locked
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door with your key. You're back in the mask room,
but you don't even wait. You ignore the women as
the ask about who you chose. You lift the mask
of shells off the wall. It hides little just your eyes,
and can be tied behind your head with just one string.
The women's attitudes immediately change. Doing swimming, I don't have
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a suit. You should always be prepared for a pool party.
Luckily we plan ahead. The woman holds up a black
two piece swimsuit with metal rings at the hips in
the corners of the top. Come on now, out of
that robe. They descend on you and hope you pull
the swimsuit up and on, dying it perfectly around you.
You don't feel like you could swim a marathon, but
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it also doesn't feel like it's going to crawl up
or fall off, which is pleasant. Is there anything else
I should know? The other masks have all lent themselves
to particular their feelings and themes, and so far this
one leaves you the most exposed. Yes, ignore anyone who
tries to give you wax. She winks that's not very helpful.
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The second one pulls you to stand in front of
a door covered in waves with a splashing mermaid's tail.
You realize that you're barefoot too late, after the door's
already closed behind you. The floor under your feet is
patterned cement, and you're inside a short tunnel. Up ahead,
you can hear music and fountains, and you walk towards them.
You emerge outdoors. It's still night, and you can see
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the stars above. Lamps that look like glowing jellyfish light
a path to an enormous, organically shaped pool. It looks
like a lagoon and has several islands with waterfalls inside
of it. Women in mermaid outfits are singing on one
of them. Other people, servants, guests walk around the pool's edge,
and men and women in fox and rabbit masks carry
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trays of drinks around. Everyone has masks on, but their
swimsuits lead little to the imagination. A woman in a
rabbit mask wearing a tight one piece suit brings you
a drink. You take it and begin to stroll around
the pool. Several of the mermaids are sitting on an
island in the middle of the pool, brushing one another's
long hair, while others are lounging on rocks looking up
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at them, breasts cupped at the water's edge, thin tails
dipping in and out of the inky water. The ethereal
song playing is hauntingly beautiful, adding to the atmosphere of
the dark water and swaying lights. It's hard not to stare,
even though you know they're just people in costumes. They
look like Renaissance paintings come to life. You can see
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their lips moving in time with the music, and when
one of them splashes another and she laughs melodically, you
realize they're not just lip sincing that they really are
singing in the saw. One by one, they drift away
from the island and out into the pool, swimming faster
with her tails than a normal person could without their
hair streaming behind us. In the water, they reappear, splash,
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play and sing, and then swim back, strong arms pulling
themselves up onto the rocks again. One of them sees
you watching her, and instead of staying with her sisters,
she nears. Her body is a barely visible hourglass under
the water's edge, her hips curving out, then legs pulled
tight by the tail she wears. It's sewn with sequins.
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You can see them glitter in the light. She smiles
up at you, and you helplessly smile back. Then she
takes in a mouthful of water and spits it at
your feet in play. You dance back, and she laughs,
and then you're laughing too. Her waist length black hair
is wet, slicked against her head before it clouds out
around her in the water. Her eyes are large and beautiful,
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perfectly framed by long wet lashes, and the lips that
just spout water at you pal what. She shakes her
head like the others. You doubt she's supposed to speak,
And yet did you need something? You kneel down, holding
your glass in one hand, She thrashes her tail, rising
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up in the water, letting you see her floating breasts.
She's topless like some of the others, and her nipples
are small, dark moons. You lean closer, entranced and quicker
than you thought she could. She rises up to kiss you.
Her lips meet yours, and in your surprise, she puts
her arms around your neck and pulls you in. Compared
to her, you are ungainly, and you splash into the
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water like a cannon ball. Hey, you emerge treading water.
You can't touch the bottom, so you know it's deep.
But the water's warmer than you thought it would be,
as is the steadying hand on your arm and the
sweet laugh in your ear. You turn and find her
right beside you. She got me wet. The pool salt water.
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You can taste it in your mouth. She telts her
head in a way they lets you know she doesn't mind.
She swims a little near, beating the water by your
legs in a stack ady rhythm with her tail. If
you wanted a drink, you could have just said, so,
your glass is now somewhere at the bottom of the pool.
Her eyebrows raise in a way that makes you think
about all the other things that she might actually want.
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Suddenly you're wet, and not just from the water. A
wicked smile plays over her lips, perhaps sensing the change
in you, And when she leans closer, this time to
kiss you, your lips part. The water makes your hands
slide over her skin and seems to attract them to
dangerous places. Her breasts press up against yours, and her
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hand is at your back, undoing the ties to your swimsuit.
There you gasp and look around. You might care, but
everyone else seems far away. She's pulled you out to
the center of the lagoon, and out here the water's
too dark for anyone else to see, which is good,
because one of her hands is settled on your hips
and is stroking down your belly. You kiss her again.
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Underneath the stars. The other mermaids are still singing, and
now that you're in the water, it's like they're singing
for you. Your tongue presses deep, and then you want more.
You pull back and kiss the wet line of her jaw,
her neck, hold onto her with one hand as though
she might try to get away, and dive underneath the
waterline to find her nipple with your mouth. Her hands
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play in your hair, and the mask unties, sinking down
to join the top of your bathing suit and glass
in the dark water below. You rise up and she's
breathing heavily, kissing you again, hands on your breasts, rubbing
against them before rolling your nipples. The water makes everything
either of you do electric, each way of a current
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shared between only you two. Her hands circle your waist
and she starts to pull you out into the lagoon.
You let her, holding to her side, amazed at how
fluidly she moves, how delicious it feels to be skin
against skin, until together you reach the island in the center.
She pushes away from you and mime's breathing in deep deeply.
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You follow her lead, and then she pulls you under
the water again. Your legs kick alongside her tail. Her
eyes are open, but the water here is dark, black
and frightening. Her hair feels like seaweed, and you remember
too many myths about mermaids pulling men in to drown,
but you're not a man, and just before you panic
about running out of air, she and you bob up
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into what you realize is the center of the island.
A hollowed out cove. There's a small skylight you can
see night through, and the music of the other mermaids
singing outside echoes as water trickles in. What's more is
your feet can reach the bottom here, the sides lined
with stairs to a very shallow pool. You stand and
walk up a few stairs, breathing sweet air in deep.
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When you're done being frightened, you look back and find
her still in the water, arms sweeping, breasts high. You
take a step down to her. She smiles, and you
take another step. She meets you as soon as your
hips reach the water line again her and stretch up
to your body, asking for more of you to touch,
And then she's pulling the bottom of your swimsuit off,
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exposing you to her. You gasp and she stops, but
then you step down the final step so that you're
swimming beside her again nakedly. You feel the water move
as she does, her lips on yours, her breasts sliding
wetly against your own, and you feel one of her
hands slide down your side and between your thighs. As
you kick the water to stay up, you let yourself
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sink into her goop in air dive down to kiss
her breasts and ribs, feeling the water move between you
both as her fingers rub and dip into you. You
rise up again to gasp her air. She smiles at
the power she has over you and pulls out to
grasp your hips hard, pushing you back until the stairs
are under your feet and at your back. She forces
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you to sit down, and then spreads your knees wide
and ducks down the lap at you. You groan. The
sound hidden by the mermaids singing above her head is
in your lap chin, just under the waterline. Coming up
for air. She grins at you, and your pussy misses
the warmth of her tongue more. She grins wider now
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and dives back down. Her tongue strokes clit than your folds,
and then licks your pussy open. The press in her
whole body moves with each stroke of the tail. She's
beating under the water to stay afloat, pushing her tongue
harder into you whenever it touches, insistent like a beating heart.
Cool air blows in and chills you where she's not
shielding you from it, and you wish you were touching
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more of her. Her tongue is amazing, but the rest
of you wants her heat too. You sit up and
stroke your hands down her back where you can reach,
until your fingertips find her costumes seam. She stops bobbing
up and down, and you hear her breath catch. You
stroke one fingertip underneath the edge of the seam along
her waist until you find a zipper on her hip.
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You start at the top and then with your hands
push it down and open. She looks up at your
eyes wide as you expose her hip and her ass.
Scooting down now to push more of the fabric off her.
She twists in the water and lets you, helping you
until she swims back out of the end of the costume,
as naked as you are and free. You set the
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costume on the stair beside you. Does this mean you're
as Selky still in character, if not in costume. Her
lips pucker impishly, and she swims in. You lean down
the kiss her, only instead of her pulling you into
the water, this time you're the one pulling her out
of it. Up the stairs, hands hot on one another,
sliding over curves and into secret places, mouth is locked
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until you reach the shallow pool at the stairs top
and kiss across it until you've got her pinned against
the cove's wall. You sink through your knees and push
her thighs apart and kiss her where she was just
kissing you. Her clit rolls beneath your tongue. She moans
and it echoes in this small place, and you want
to make her moan harder until the singing her head
can't overcome the sound. But then she's kneeling too, kissing
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your mouth again, and you're in a tangle of slippery,
warm limbs, kissing one another's breasts and stomachs, until you're
both lying side by side, and it seems only natural
to place your head on her thigh as she's done
on yours, so that your tongue can reach her just
as she's reaching you. You kiss her labya in turn,
and then press your tongue in her salty sweetness, tasting
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not unlike the water nearby. As your tongue strokes her clit,
she moans again, that sound that you want her to
make more of. But then she's licking you too, and
it's your turn to moan. She purs into you pleased
by your pleasure, and then you both begin trying to
make the other person come first, like it's a game.
Her fingers enter you as her hips thrust and you
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thrust back, and everything you're doing to one another is
like part of a perpetual motion machine, rocking and kissing
and licking and pushing fingers inside. Each move or turn
to its owner tenfold. It's hard not to cry out,
only that would mean taking your mouth off of her,
and more than anything else, you want to feel her
shudder when she comes. Knowing that you gave her that pleasure,
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Your pussy starts to clench around her fingers, just as
she starts to moan without ceasing, and you feel her
orgasm winding up inside of her, just like yours is
winding up inside of you, and you hold her hips
harder with your free hand, trying to make sure that
you can ride her out in the same way you
want to be written. She comes a second before you,
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her moan and your pussy turning into a screen that
not even the sirens overhead can hide. Her fingers spasm
inside of you, and her mouth is hot, and her
juices in your mouth are sweet, and suddenly you're coming
to body writhing as she drags you in all over again,
shouting just as loud waves flow through you both as
you keep lapping, moans turning into quieter sounds of pleasure,
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until you fall apart exhausted. She rises up before you
do and kisses you with lips that taste like yourself,
before pointing out a hidden key hole in the wall.
Then she smiles widely, steps down to where you left
her tail, picks it up, and dives back into the
dark water below. You lay in the shallow pool for
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a bit, listening to the mermaids sing watching the stars above,
before standing and using your key to reveal an elevator door.
It takes thirty seconds for the elevator to arrive, long
enough for you to have a second, third, and fourth doubts,
but when its door is opened, revealing a plush carpeted
in wood paneled interior, you feel brave all over again.
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The elevator moves so smoothly you almost can't sense it,
and it's an honest surprise When the door's open to
show you somewhere you haven't been before. You're in a
room that looks gilded with gold and You step out
onto golden tiles into what appears to be a museum floor.
There are paintings set all around, and you look up
and behind you and discover that the elevator you just
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exit it from is part of the pedestal of a
giant statue. You don't recognize it until you're a few
steps back and take it all in. It's Leeda and Zeus,
him taking her as a swan. She's in marble, arms
swept back, face, ecstatic, legs wide as the swan also marble,
flutters open, winged overhead, neck bent, mid bugle. It feels
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like an oddly fitting choice. When you start to look around.
They're paintings from Florida ceiling. Here more nymphs and satyrs,
shepherds and shepherdesses, skirts high, ready to run from one
another in a game of immortal tag. The entire museum
dedicated to showcasing ancient acts of love. You walk over
to the first painting and find it eerily realistic. It's
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sit back into the walls that you can't touch it,
but you feel like the men and women in it
are alive. It's the same for the second and the third.
Their subject matters similar only the skin tones of their
subjects different. You stand in front of the fourth one
and watch it. You've almost made a circuit of the room,
and you don't know what you should do. All of
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the other rooms were self evident. Then you think you
see a satyr wink. You take a surprise step back,
and one of the nymphs, a willowy blonde, smiles. Then
a third one moves, reaching out to touch the man
she's chasing, and he moves to turn towards her, And
the figures in the painting have come to life, stepping
down from elaborately constructed alcoves and out from behind painted
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canvases that seemed to be their clothes. A masterful use
of forced perspective in your own gullibility made the paintings
look flat. But now that the gig is up, everyone
inside the paintings is joyously alive and pouring out to
meet one another. The satyr, now exposed his pants a
fabrication of the diorama he was in, reaches for and
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catches the nearest girl. She squeals and falls back into him,
her clothing half painting and half a series of sheer
scarfs she had tied around her neck and waist. Two
girls that were about to step into a painted river
step into one another's arms instead, meeting hungrily. You hear
feet on tail and look around to see the other paintings,
occupants moving, falling into one another's arms. Please, laughter and
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the sound of moans. You realize this room's point. It's
an orgy. You're in front of the elevator shaft again,
framed overhead by Zeus's great wingspan. The door is still open.
You could have head back inside if you want, or
behind you you hear the sounds of the orgy. The
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choice is now yours vote for what happens next on
Choose My Pleasure dot vote. Here are your choices. Do
you leave to join some other unknown adventure or do
you stay and take part in the orgy. You have
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