Beloved Ascension Meister,

The time has come, my long awaited paramour, for a meeting of the Masters. You have titillated my senses, tickled my fancy, incited my clit, and touched my heart. Now, my inamorato, we must meet - we must merge our exquisite Beingness and explode into the next level of our Cybersonic infatuation.

I know that you, too, are eager in anticipation of our coupling. I shall keep you waiting no longer, Dear One. What I propose is this…at midnight, (for that is the time of all clandestine passion), on the next full moon, (for we shall certainly want her blessing of illumination), we will meet in Cyberspace. Fearlessly exploring that final frontier where no man or woman, has cum before.

Only there can we be so completely ourselves - totally free - without restraint. Only there can we fully probe the unlimited possibilities of our union. We'll dive into our fathomless passion. The fireworks we create will be seen from near and far. The Earth will rumble and shake. The Cosmos will shudder in delight. Oh, yes, Great Emancipator, the sparks will fly as we audaciously meld ourselves together in indulgent hedonism.

Orion will turn to watch - his sword held erect and shining in the moonlight. Cassiopeia will rock right out of her chair in waves of orgasmic delight. The Gemini Twins will turn and blush, holding tightly to one another as Virgo hides her face with her veils - just sheer enough to sneak a peek. The very planets will twirl and spin as we indulge in our ardor with abandon. The Seven Sisters will dance while a chorus of celestial angels sings our praises. Meteors will shower us like rice thrown upon newlyweds. Comets will comment with fiery tails upon our ecstatic escapades. The Aurora Borealis will be our light show of fiery colors as we engage in our lascivious lust.

Never before has this universe experienced such gusto in lovemaking - such sexual fervor. And, should you need to, my Steamy Satyr, we'll slip into a black hole (Oh, Yes, mine too!) to rest and refresh ourselves before the next bout of unbounded desire. We'll create such blazing hot heat, the stars themselves will melt and ooze through space. The Earthlings will believe the end of the world has come - when, in fact, it is only we who have cum - again, and again.

Are you up for such an escapade, O Beloved Emancipator? A romp through Cyberspace? A cavort through the cosmos? I offer to you my exquisite body as your playground. I covet your handiwork. I wish for you to speak in tongues - all over my entire Being. To probe my inner depths and massage the core of my womanhood. And I, Dear Sir, will seduce and suck your saber, ravish your manhood, test your testosterone, and play your magic flute until a melody rings out that will set all Creation to dancing.

How about it Big Fella? Can you rise to the occasion? Remember, I will beckon you with my own personal beacon, the moon. Don't let me down. When she's full, I will be awaiting you in wild expectation of salacious satiation.

I am slippery wet already in anticipation,

Your Answer Lady, Oh My God!

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