.:VIII:. In the flame of your pain I burn
[Private to Self]
It's been a while. Yes. Razor-sharp, like heady wine, it slides down my hips, and I cannot help but watch and gasp in darkly-lit amusement. How quaint, how cute, how very you. Watching me from beneath the shadows, lying flat and useless, until I come and take you - force would be the answer.
Talking to your double, I see in the mirror, a glimmer of a shimmer, the ghostly fingers running up my spine.
It's been so long. I crave, I crave, I-- crave. But silence is far too deafening, the weakness far too - what? You cannot see, but I am waiting. And trembling meanwhile, my body longing for it. The binding, like a silken ribbon, is far too strong.
Call me and I shall come for your blood.
[/Private]
Any masochists out there? A bit of bloodplay would be good. Far too stifling.
Let us play. I promise I am gentle.
It's been a while. Yes. Razor-sharp, like heady wine, it slides down my hips, and I cannot help but watch and gasp in darkly-lit amusement. How quaint, how cute, how very you. Watching me from beneath the shadows, lying flat and useless, until I come and take you - force would be the answer.
Talking to your double, I see in the mirror, a glimmer of a shimmer, the ghostly fingers running up my spine.
It's been so long. I crave, I crave, I-- crave. But silence is far too deafening, the weakness far too - what? You cannot see, but I am waiting. And trembling meanwhile, my body longing for it. The binding, like a silken ribbon, is far too strong.
Call me and I shall come for your blood.
[/Private]
Any masochists out there? A bit of bloodplay would be good. Far too stifling.
Let us play. I promise I am gentle.