If my lovely Bella can expand her horizons I don't see why I shouldn't either. Mulciber does nothing for me. Lucius is passable, although not stunning in his performance.
No what I really want is a bit of young skirt. I think I might pop into Hogsmeade and see whats on offer this weekend. There is that delectible young thing I saw before, I wonder if she's up for a spot of entertainment?
Bella and and I are putting our plan to spring Malfoy from Azkaban into action. If we do not hear anything from you to the contrary then you can expect your second in command to be free this weekend.
I can't pretend that the task ahead fills me with great pleasure or dread. To spring Lucius from his jail is what she wants, and so it is what she will get. My Bella, my dark haired beauty, my vixen extraordinaire looks, asks, and I give. I give to her wantonly and willingly. She is my drug, I am dependent on her wishes.
Sitting quietly before the task ahead my memories fill with nights with Bella, of days with Bella, of Bella. Feeling a heady rush of feeling, I strip and stand into the cold stream of my shower. The water will brace me, will take away my lustful thoughts, I will be prepared for my task.
But later, later I shall take my vixen in my arms and the thoughts will take us both into another world, a world of passion, a world of want, a world of satisfaction.
Oh, Bella my love . . .