Free is my favourite price, as you are all well aware and I’m happy to tell you that Restoration is free at iTunes right now until the 2nd June!
Here’s a snippet to whet your appetite:
My fingers are shaking. It’s not often something of this rarity comes into my possession, well, technically it’s the museums possession, but lets not get too hung up on technicalities. Talking about hung, this ancient Roman statue is hung, well hung. Now it’s my job to bring him back to his full glory. He’s made of stone, we suspect marble because he’s so very heavy and I need to take back the years of dirt and organic invasion to buff him up to all his shining glory.
It’s my first job as a fully qualified restorer. This is the first piece I get to work on alone. The excitement and nerves are overwhelming. I’ve trained hard to get to this point, years of learning and practicing are now finally coming to fruition. I should be calmly and thoughtfully going through the procedure in my mind because this will be a very delicate and intense job, however, the need to uncover that massive member (it has got to be close to a foot long) is burrowing down into my pussy and I just want to reveal it as soon as I can. I want to jump upon him now and rip off the dirt of centuries so I can see him in all his glory.
I have to haul in my sex-starved woman and bring out the calm historian as I choose my delicate brushes to start the task. I’ll start with his head, the one upon his shoulders of course. There has to be an order, a method to my workings. He’s easily six foot tall, even if we do loose a couple of inches with the cleaning process. I can’t tell if he’s butt ugly or not, all I’ve read about him says he is, but I’m betting it won’t matter because people will not be looking into his face when they view him.
I think every child goes through a phase of wanting to be an archaeologist. I did, but as my friends changed their minds I stayed stubbornly fixed on my goal even though I was told not once but three times by different tutors that I was not cut out for the detailed world of archaeology. I found my niche, though, bringing artefacts to their full glory.
I love the first moments of a project, getting a feel for the ancient piece of art between my thighs. Everything I uncover is art, even the day to day pots, pans and tools, they’re artwork for the museum, like trinkets, flowers and candlesticks in a home. I get attached to some of the pieces I work on and my heart tears when I have to let my project go to adorn the walls of this antiquity house. I’ve been tempted on several occasions to smuggle things away, to let them live in the real world once more but I know that is folly and so I leave them to the restoring air of the museum.
Priapus has a shock of unruly marble locks. I’ve cleared an inch or two on the top of his head in my first day, this is good progress as restoration work in the beginning is all about finding out what works the best. I expect to uncover him quicker in the next few days, yet I know it will be weeks and weeks of meticulous cleaning before he is ready to be moved.
“Goodnight, my lovely.” I run a hand over his moss laden cock, shocks of excitement shooting through to my pussy. The fertility god is doing his age old job by arousing me even through his preserving veil of moss and grime. It is as if Mother Nature has wrapped him in her arms, making him a blanket to keep him warm and safe until he can once again stand proudly guarding against attack and thievery.