Glitching sunlight pierces through the tired dust of apathy. “You will RISE AGAIN, and I will draw the trust out of your lips,” he said.
She nodded softly before curling back into herself. Sick of jumping from nightmare to nightmare, wondering if trust could possibly be aligned with truth. Wishing for a quick-start button to bring the visions back.
Glitching sunlight over the arch of her form. Persistent heat coming through the flickers. Warming her. Causing her to ache for the sensations she once knew so well, so intimately. Soft flogger. Worn singletail. Rubber cat o’ nine. The blasted dragon’s tongue. Japanese clovers. Wooden paddle.
Memories, however rich, cannot bring back the vivid sunset tones across her flesh.
Glitching sunlight. Her murmurs and even breathing. Breasts swollen and tender.
His penetrating stare burning into her.
Glitching sunlight because we can’t control the elements, and that’s why so many fall in lust.
Swirling clouds of glitching sunlight keep moving across the landscape that is her body. Gentle curves and perfect valleys. Holes to be stretched. Heart to be filled. Drizzle of desire. Scent of wanton need.
He was the glitching sunlight bringing her back.
And no matter the weather, she couldn’t resist.
It was a coming back to herself as lover slut sensate whore submissive masochist / under the watchful eye of glitching sunlight.
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Dreamwalker
8 months ago
And the glitching sunlight reflected in the ripples of the deep blue pool of her soul, the ripples taller, and yet somehow stiller.
And he smiled at her glittering reflection as he traced the outline of her lips. “Speak to me,” he said, “but not with these.”
And then he took her.
And she spoke to him.
And she sang for him.
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Khandroma
8 months ago
Ohhhhh. Ohhh. I am afraid you have stolen my words away for the moment, dear Dreamwalker, forcing me into this body, into presence, into experience. I am blushing at the beauty you pull out of me, awed by the seamless invigoration that gives way to flight.
Yes. Yes; yes.
Thank you.
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