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Robinsnestisbest 52F
242 posts
12/11/2019 6:38 pm
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Amber, liquid light fills the vision like thick, viscous honey flooding the empty space in a jar. There is no substance or rigidity the details; all is haze and motion. Somewhere, noises echo through the thick veil that coats the room, tiny bits of soul and breath escaping from wet lips and parted kisses. The first time the edge touches skin, it’s a shock of endorphins that coats and steeps an eager and excitement addled brain in the pleasure chemical that seeks to alleviate the bite of skin separating from skin.

The edge digs, but not so much.

It digs deep enough undo the very beginning layers of shell, the trace of it a bright red , like footprints in sand. For the rest of it, the sensation is of having ’s stitching pulled apart thread by thread, seam by seam. Part of that brain even swore that it could feel it’s essence leaking into the and wet air of the room.

The haze spins and spins and spins.

Through the whirl, forms can be made for brief, glinting moments as the bite of the edge forces the focus back lines being pressed into skin. The brain has since lost count of the patterns that were being etched into the peachy epidermis. It is hard to keep still and even harder to keep the pressure from building against the cold glass of the table on which the body rests. The hours are turning minutes are turning seconds are turning …

The rest is lost.

Now the light has changed.

It is no longer brilliant amber, but now a blue steel that creeps in through the window in the corner of the room. There’s a swirl of whispy, ethereal smoke that draws lines in the air, not unlike the ones on the skin. When the first bits of water touch the open seams, the amber, dripping light that had faded comes rushing back in a single explosion of motion and pulsing, aching need.

Knees meet tile.

A soft and steady groan proceeds the escape of essence to air.

Paulxx001 67M
22642 posts
12/12/2019 12:10 pm

I can try and imagine...
I'd probably have to feel it... I probably never will. 😶


Leegs2012 51M
96137 posts
1/20/2020 12:17 pm

Great read!!!


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