You could be mine.

The taste of your skin rolling, gliding over my senses.

Erotic fantasies flashing over in my mind to let me know much.

How much they don't compare to you.

I can almost feel the soft press of your body, warm, firm, molding with mind, form a perfect

being, nimble fingers and hands working their spells over my desires.

We could be one.

You know that.

We could be trapped in our fancies, staying tied down in our own little play world held back by a thirst that can't be quenched.

I could be yours, wrapped in clear blanket on display for your amusement, to show everyone the catch you've made, the servant you found,

the lover you chose. We could be ours. That's could-bees by James Gaspard.

And welcome to the live show recording.

Thank you so much for joining us.

It is going to be an erotic show today.

Before we get into that, though, quick quotes.

Quick quotes. Quick quotes.

All you got to do is put a quote, and I will say it, yes, totes.

It's a quick quote.

If you're at the live show and you have something you want me to say no matter what it is.

Just go ahead and put it in quotation marks and unless I find it very distasteful, I will say that shit.

I will say it and you can request it however you want.

Here we go. We've got something like this.

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