Extended beyond enduring; muscles screaming in taut thighs, arms cruelly held unnaturally aloft, wrists captured in a biting embrace.
Intrigue begineth here. Intrigue begat this.
Rosehip buds stiff atop soft flesh as it trembles before a cold breeze’s careless caress.
Sightless and blind, cocooned in the darkness of secure trust, contained within the delicious hell of my perverse nature.
Breath trickling across quailing flesh as footsteps echo teasingly in blood throbbing eardrums.
Helpless.
Restrained.
Captured by curiosity and reproachful cravings.
Juices escaping swollen lips; splashing on breasts, trickling down quaking inner thighs.
Pulsing consuming all.
All I should be, I am.
For Michelle
