The Little Death
"The veil between our world and the next is always thinnest when your inner being reaches for that blissful enlightenment..."
My tunnel is the playground and my enchanted jewel the prize as wicked, indulgent fingers work their delicious magic.Thighs shake uncontrollably as my back arches. I catch my breath and thrust my pelvis defiantly toward the heavens.I begin to melt;...