By Lee Todd Lacks
Patricia was tired of pretending to be pure, in keeping with her people's tradition, the princess was supposed to be demure, until one day she strayed into the poplar wood where she found a pagan priestess paying homage to Pan and she petitioned her respectfully "Pious priestess, a potion I ask of thee so that I might pursue my most promiscuous desires without a moment's pause, pull off my prim and proper gown and my plethora of prissy petticoats so that I might present my palpitating passageways to any and all partners!" "Patricia," the high priestess proclaimed, "I shall grant thy perilous request provided that you promise never to protest if and when any of your prospective partners prefer to punish your plump posterior prior to pleasuring it." "I promise," pledged the princess, and she never returned to the palace, again.
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