No moon could penetrate pleasures such as these. Nothing could untangle the tendrils I've woven around myself in such a space, such a beautiful respite from all else. Not now, I'm too busy breathing in heaves of crimson that I've grown to know in all my softer places. It's so easy to be here, hand-in-hand with someone so deeply reminiscent of my ( Read more... )

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