26th of June

I must confess, I did not expect yesterday evening to go as it did. Or even as well as it did! As I write, dearest Presley lies next to me, snoring softly, and I feel Shub-Niggurath's touch linger deep within him. For after the success of last night, She bestowed another gift upon me - it is as if the third eye they speak about in faraway India has opened for me. Now, I can sense Her power inside me, inside Miss Blake, and as I said in my dear Presley, like loving tendrils caressing our souls. I do not, however, remember a dream (and find myself disappointed, I would have well liked to inform the All-Mother of our success in person).

But now, let me recount to the best of my ability how it came to this - I feel that I owe it to those who come after me as prospective Daughters of Shub-Niggurath.

The first unexpected development came when Miss Blake returned from her chambers with what would be my garment for the night. She had measured me before retiring to do her sewing, but it was not my suit she emerged with. No, instead she presented me with a truly gorgeous teal dress, accompanied by a shimmering feather boa of so dark a green that it looked almost black, and in her other hand, she carried a little wooden box that, as it turned out, contained carefully selected jewellery to go with my outfit for the night. I was flabbergasted at first, but it took little convincing to make me wear it. After all, Shub-Niggurath had given me the task of seducing Presley, and with the dress hugging my every curve, the plunging neckline framed by the boa, and the bare back leading to my spectacular behind, I knew would have trouble seducing only dearest Presley!

Dear Presley was so surprised when he saw me sit down at the table he was waiting for his friend and colleague Marvin. All eyes had been on me when I sashayed into the restaurant, hair done in such a way that it concealed one eye, the other half-lidded seductively and fixed on Presley. Miss Blake had helped with applying makeup, and Her gifts extended to an almost instinctive knowledge how to move and act if I wanted to seduce someone. And the stunned look on Presley's face was testament to the effectiveness of Shub-Niggurath's boons.

"Who..." The first word out of poor Presley's mouth was hoarse, as if the mere sight of me had dried it out. It was immensely flattering. "Who are you?"

"Maeve," I replied, voice sultry as I slid onto the chair opposite of Presley. "Maeve Gillian. My cousin set this up, you'll have to excuse the underhandedness. I was dying to meet the man he told me so much about, but I was afraid you would not agree to meet a complete stranger."

"A complete stranger, yes, but a truly stunning one. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."

As much as I had captivated Presley at first, he was quite the charmer once he recovered. He ordered a marvelous red wine and we began to talk, just small, inconsequential things. It was rather surprising how differently he treated me: Peppering his speech with little compliments, giving me a little smile every so often that made his eyes twinkle and a hint of laugh lines appear on his face. Every so often, I noticed his eyes stray south (and who could blame him?), which I pretended not to notice. In fact, whenever Presley's eyes began to wander, I subtly arched my back to thrust out my bosom a bit more. After all, the goal of the evening was to bring dearest Presley home, was it not?

I obviously didn't stop there. Gently touching his hand soon turned into my holding it over the entrées, and when we were on the main course, I gently rubbed his leg with one of my feet. Poor Presley almost choked on his salmon. I'm afraid he'd never met someone as forward as me.

And in the end, my advances had fallen on fertile ground. Even in the taxi home, Presley could not keep his hands off me, my bosom, my hips, my thighs. I took great care to keep my legs crossed, seeing as my hardening member would have given me away in an untimely fashion. Of course, the pressure of the soft thighs Shub-Niggurath had gifted me had its own, enhancing effect on my rising lust, but Presley's gentle hands set my skin aflame wherever they touched, and they seemed to be everywhere. My bosom tingled, the erect buds tipping each generous mound so hard they hurt, my breath hot and ragged as I clung to Presley while he kissed my neck, my cheek, my mouth, hands roaming over me while mine dug into his hair...

I do not remember paying the poor taxi driver, who must have been scandalized at our behavior - I presume Miss Blake did, I seem to vaguely remember her being there as Presley and I stumbled from the automobile and into my house. If Presley noticed the fact that he was entering his friend Marvin's house, he did not seem to care. He did, however, notice the enormous bulge my shaft created in my dress now that I could not hide it anymore, and I attribute it to Shub-Niggurath's influence beginning to take hold within Presley that he did not recoil in horror and flee, but instead caressed the oblong shape under my clothing, eliciting a shuddering moan vaguely sounding like his name.

Somehow, even with our hands never leaving each other's body, nor our lips those of our lover, we made it into my room, where finally, our **** hunger should be sated. I grow aroused just remembering it, my lips parting as I rub my thighs together, swelling member between them, stimulated by the soft flesh - but back to yesterday.

Our clothes flew into all corners of my abode (or should I now call it boudoir?), although dear Presley took longer to undress - jacket, vest, shirt, pants and underwear took a bit longer than just my dress. I was of course wearing nothing under it, as befits a Daughter of Shub-Niggurath. Standing before Presley as She created me, I suddenly felt self-conscious - I had never felt the touch of a lover, and though I knew (and know) that I am more voluptuous than any woman I know, and my face as alluring as that of biblical Batseba, I also possess a member that puts any man to shame, that indeed dwarfs that of Presley himself. Even erect and throbbing as his manhood was yesterday, my shaft was easily half again as long, and thicker around to boot. And yet:

"Maeve..." Stepping closer to me, Presley gently cupped my jaw, running his thumb over my cheek. I sighed as he touched me, the moan following the sound as he gently grabbed my member quickly muffled as Presley kissed me again, our hot breath mingling when he pulled back and whispered: "You are beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful."

My heart trilled as I heard that. It made me feel so thankful. Thankful that Shub-Niggurath had chosen me. Thankful that Presley was the man he was, and for the way he touched me. Cupping the back of my head, he kissed me again, hungry this time, gently manoeuvering me over to the bed where we laid down, him atop me and my large shaft pressing into his stomach. I felt Presley's own member pressing against mine, hot and throbbing, and I whimpered as I looked up at Presley, my face surely as flushed as his.

"Please..." I stammered, heart thundering in my chest, bosom rising with every breath and brushing against his muscular chest. My mind was whirling; I knew I needed Presley, more than I needed anyone before, but with my mind consumed by lust, the exact logistics eluded me. "Please, I..."

"Yes, Maeve, I know... me too..." Gently pumping his hips, Presley rubbed himself against my shaft, and the stimulation was almost more than I could take.

Throwing my head back, I moaned loudly, unabashedly, a wordless praise to Shub-Niggurath. Surely this sensitivity of my member was her doing, and with every gentle movement from Presley, my shaft flexed and strained against him, against his manhood. I could feel him pulsing, throbbing, thick, sticky fluids oozing from both our tips and mingling on my stomach. They coated our members, lessening friction and enhancing the sensation, allowing Presley to go at it more vigorously as I moved my hips to meet him, thrusting against my lover.

"Presley!" I gasped, gripping my sheets tightly, eyes brimming with tears at the feelings racing through me, carnal as well as emotional. I had never felt so deeply connected with another human being. "Oh Presley!"

His face hovering above mine, Presley panted breathlessly as he thrust, rubbing his member against my slick body, hands supporting me to the left and right of my head. Presley's eyes were half-closed, the eyes barely focused, and as his pumping hips began to go faster, more forceful, the bed springs began to creak rhythmically under us. My bosom bounced towards my chin whenever Presley pushed against me, and I felt him throb and twitch against my body, against my member. And as I felt my arousal build, thought after thought dropped from my mind, consumed by lust.

I lived only in the moment. This very moment I shared with a lover, our legs intertwined, our breath mixing as Presley lowered himself onto his elbows, our members pressed together by our bodies, sticky fluids doing away with all friction. My breasts now stimulated by the feeling of my lover's chest moving back and forth on top of them, I could only mewl, words failing me, and finally, I crested a peak that I had so far only reached with Her help.

"Presley!" Calling out his name, I pulled my lover against my with both arms, throwing back my head as I felt climax roll over me, hot seed exploding forth and against the underside of my bosom, shaft pulsing and swelling every time I released once more.

Feeling my hips buck against him seemed to overwhelm Presley, and I felt his thrusting grow unsteady until seconds later, his own semen began to mingle with mine, jettisoned forth with such **** it oozed into the valley between my breasts. Presley's face was a rictus of bliss, teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut as he pumped his hips again and again, even once no more seed came forth.

Finally, he collapsed sideways and off me, coming to lie quite close to me owing to the fact that my bed was never meant for two. Rolling into my side so I could put my right arm across Presley's body and my right leg over his left, I nestled up against him, completely ignoring the sticky mess of fluids we had produced together.

Recounting the memory, though concluded now, has left my member achingly hard and dripping into the sheets. Presley stirred just now, brushing against our combined dried fluids (a rather inconvenient drawback, but well worth paying this price), and I shall kiss him awake. It does leave one hungry, what the two of us did, and Miss Blake will surely be happy to prepare a hearty breakfast.

Breakfast has been taken in the nude after both Presley and I have cleaned up at my wash basin. I do so like the attention when Presley's gaze flits to my bare bosom, the way he swallows at seeing these bountiful hills exposed, how his shaft twitches and swells a little... my own has remained fiercely erect ever since my last entry, bobbing with my heartbeat during breakfast and even now as I write these lines (onehanded, as my left is occupied down below), I feel it thro

You will have to excuse me, honored reader, I shall have to clean up below my desk.

Me and Presley have had a long talk before he went home after breakfast. I would have preferred to keep him, to enjoy each other's bodies once more, but I also understand that pushing too hard might push him away, and that Shub-Niggurath has her tendrils within him already. It is now only a matter of time until he is Hers forever - and thus mine.

The subject of our talk was our situation, my body (Presley has taken it rather well that I am better equipped than he is, and me maintaining that I have grown naturally into what I am seems to have satisfied him), the feelings that overwhelmed dearest Presley when he saw me and have only grown since yesterday evening. In short, what I believed to be a flight of fancy only encountered in chapbooks for well-situated ladies, seems to have gripped Presley: He confessed his undying love for me, love on first sight.

And I confess, I do harbor feelings for him. I so wish to see him again, and Presley has proclaimed to feel the same. To my relief, Presley does not seem to have lost all reason: He has some dealings with representatives of the state tomorrow at the institute that need to be prepared today, which is the reason he left me with Miss Blake for now.

Speaking of Miss Blake: I have never seen my usually much more reserved house keeper so elated. She hugged me! Then she congratulated me on my success. And for now, I will draft a letter to the institute informing them that Marvin Gillian has fallen ill and shall not be able to come into work for a few days. After that, I think I shall enjoy the sunny day.

Hopefully, tonight I shall dream of the All-Mother again.