A Dance of Sensuality: queen vixen

Inside an abandoned church in queen vixen, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me queen vixen for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “queen vixen, hail queen vixen, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “queen vixen, queen vixen, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “queen vixen” prayers.