The Magnum Opus

       As Lord Magnum entered the Magnum Estate’s West stable where I always tend to his horses, a gust of wind poured through the doorway along with his dark, perfect figure. I wondered: what he could be doing here on this cold, windy night? It was so soon after his designated bathing time. The gust of wind from the opened door and his manly presence caused me to shiver.  The edges of my brown Stable Attendant’s gown frazzled about in the wind, in perfect sync with my frazzled emotional lust for him. It was also at this moment that I had a rather naïve and uncontrollable thought about his lofty and recently cleaned penis entering my vaginal canal. I became excited on an inhuman level.

“Lord Magnum,” I began to say, with apprehension. “What brings you to the stable tonight? Certainly you could have sent a lesser subject to tend to such un-mighty duties,” I said, jokingly. Such things were clear and obvious.

Lord Magnum said nothing and approached me with perfect confidence and posture. Of course he said nothing. He was too attractive for the English language, even a “Hello” from his firm, commanding mouth would have had the power equal to or greater than a mighty mariner’s horn used to announce the second coming of our Lord, it could pierce directly into my heart; shattering it into a million pieces along with my clitoris and vaginal structure, likely causing it to become a misshapen mass of blood, skin, and folds.

Lord Magnum reached into his breast pocket; and pulled out a riding crop. Was it time for riding? I wondered. I began to prepare his favorite horse, Aerosmith, for an evening canter under this assumption.

“No,” he bellowed. His voice echoed like like an angel taking an electric, erotically charged shit in my mouth; with my mouth lustfully agape and ready. It was at this point that I was knocked over into a pile of hay and felt euphoria all over my brittle out of shape peasant body. My insatiability caused me to drool roughly 100ml of water per second like a poorly maintained drain pipe.

Lord Magnum began to gently rub the riding crop slowly up and down my barren leg. The sensation of his riding crop against my leg caused me to momentarily black out into ego-death oblivion, where I traveled through time and space in utter tranquility and finally understood my life’s meaning. 14 billion years passed in a second.

Upon awakening from this state, I had roughly fourteen and a half orgasms at once, causing an immeasurable amount of female ejaculation liquid to rupture from between my legs like a fine mist that would settle on much of the hay and stable floor. The floor became like a birthday cake frosted with lust and baked with passion, and the stable was our oven.

It was at this moment that the horses in the stable began to murmur, for my ecstasy was contagious and crossed the boundaries of species.