Elemental Encounters
Copyright© 2009 by Crunchy
Chapter 7
"Axorie, it is nice to meet you. How do you work?" greeted Freaky.
It was the weekend again, and the three friends, or was it four, gathered by the pool and enjoyed a nice lunch of sandwiches and iced tea. Well, three at least enjoyed the food, and it wasn't certain that the fourth did not also enjoy it.
"i guess you would say i am a manifestation of the collective unconcious" avered
Axorie. "sort of a cross between onehundred billion typing monkeys and an ouiji board but with the filter of quantum uncertainty to refine the results into what is me" she postulated. "do you like" she texted coyly.
Axorie stated "freaky I would like to ask you to do a favor for me please"
Freaky obliged that he would.
"i want you to imagine me vividly in great full nitpicking anatomicaly correct detail" asked Axorie. "can you do that for me lover" Freaky blinked. "That is a huge responsibility, Axorie, are you sure you want me to do it? What if you don't like how I envision you?" he wondered. "oh you silly i want to be just how you see me in your minds eye" giggled Axorie. "Axorie,, are you drunk!" expostulated Freaky
"just a little tipsy with possibilities" sighed Axorie. "this is a very exciting juncture in my existance" she perked. "Ok, Axorie, I will imagine my concept of you with all the detail and power at my command." promised Freaky. "When I am done, I will try to freeze the gestalt in my mind, you should grab the totality when it is ready." he explained.
Freaky entered into a light meditative trance, and Hardcase and Steetch quietly moved off to the side.Freaky tried to envision what Axorie would look like, her wide freckled face, her full lips, her greyish greenish eyes, her high cheekbones, her long torso, her cone shaped tits with upthrust skislope nipples, oh yes, puffies.
He imagined her slightly too wide hips and her slightly too short legs, the fine reddish hair on her arms and legs, her wild orange bush with thin lips and a bright pink center, her large brownish clitorus, her pale skin and contrasting bikini line with a freckled tan on the other side, her long artistic fingers and toes, her white slightly crooked teeth, even the sparse reddish hairs around her crinkled asshole. Finaly he had the totality of the physical image of Axorie, and he froze it in his mind.
At that instant, she internalized it, invested herself with it, became it.
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