Transgressions

The moment those words left her lips, my mouth was agape. I just couldn’t believe what was in front of me. I just stood there like an idiot staring at Sandy’s face. I never thought it could be possible, but there it was, right in front of my eyes.

"Andrew, what’s wrong?" Sandy frowned, reaching her hand up to her face, "Are you ok? Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes," I straightened myself up and looked into her eyes, hoping her hand would not hit her face. I relaxed a bit as her hand swung up to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face. I almost didn’t want her to know, to keep this lovely secret to myself, to enjoy it in private. I shook my head to clear the intoxication. "But that’s no excuse…" I found myself saying without as much force as I wanted, as my gaze was sucked into the magnetic field of her face again.

Sandy pursed her lips and indignantly turned her head to the side. I almost gasped when I saw it. The very tip of Sandy’s nose had elongated about a half-inch. Where her nose had ended a few seconds ago, the tip had extended ever so slightly into the shape of a dowel rod. To the casual observer, it was a slight change, barely worth a second look, but to me, it was completely intoxicating. To see Sandy’s face with this minute characteristic altered was a dream.

Sandy had decieved me. She had done it before, I knew it, but was a sucker for it. She was able to wile her way out of anything simply with her lingual elegance and sincerity. Her words were like gold and her tongue like platinum. Now her tongue was diminished, as her nose spoke of the lies that her tongue concealed. To most, her new peculiarity would be a mark of ridiculousness, a sign of her duplicitness. To me, however, it was a thing of elegance and loveliness.

"It’s the truth, Andrew" Sandy once again tried to beguile me into forgiving her for yet another of her sins. I stared in fascination as the tip of her nose underwent another enchanting change. I could feel my heart leap and a growing feeling in my crotch as the tip of her nose slowly advanced toward me. I could only gawk as her nose became half an inch lovelier.

"I would never lie to you…" Sandy’s soothing voice trailed off, and she bowed her head toward the floor. I could not tell whether she sensed that I was not being enchanted by her devices or she felt any of the shame that the extent of her nose was heaping on her. I was entranced to see the length of her nose fully before me, and I shifted to allow my penis to free itself from its constrictions as I saw the tip of that lovely nose of hers continue on its journey away from her lovely face.

She must have noticed my pants because her seductive gaze met mine almost immediately. She held her body close to mine and moved her face to meet mine. She held her radiant visage so close I thought the elongated rod of her nose would meet mine. She stopped advancing to allow me to admire the sight of her smiling alluringly, that grand feature standing like a cable for me to look into directly into her soul.

"I love you," she whispered. The first electric touch of her nose to mine shattered any thoughts I might have previously entertained as to the character of this woman and filled me with a lust I had never known. She skillfully guided her still elongating tip along the side of my nose and across the extent of my lip to caress my lips. Her own lips curled into a sultry smile, a smile that guided my eyes along the sensual bridge that connected her soul to mine.

She rested that lovely, ridiculously beautiful feature on my lips and took my head in her hands. I pursed my lips to caress this woman and her outlandish protrusion. "I will be yours, forever" she whispered softly, assuringly. I didn’t care for the content of her words; just to feel her penetrate my lips was rapture enough. My previously silent tongue awoke to find its partner advancing inexorably toward it. The deceitfulness that molded her projection into me dominated the rich array of tastes that absorbed my consciousness.

The old man who sold me the potion promised that I would detect every lie she told. Her falsehoods would be written on her face, "etched for all to see until the broken would be mended and the conscience set free". Indeed, I am free to love this woman of my every desire. With every mistruth, every lie, my lover grows more and more lovely. She may lose some magnificence over time, or with that which deigns to call itself truth, but in the end I am free to be beguiled by the transgressions against me that adorn her face.

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