August 8, 2008 § 2 Comments
She had not been here before.
This place was new to her.
The only sight greeting her eyes was the transcending colour of darkness, whirling around in her head.
The only noises that welcomed her ears were soft moans and thick sighs.
She felt non existent here.
Her body numb with a mind of it’s own.
Her feet moving for her.
Her hips swaying as she felt herself searching out the room.
The smell of staleness surrounding her senses.
Her hands reaching for the cold stone beside and around her.
Searching out the curves.
The place felt old.
It’s crumbling stone falling at her feet and onto her toes.
But she knew one thing for sure.
She was not alone in this room.
In this world.
In her imagination.
As her hands kept searching she felt something completely different.
A feeling of skin.
Soft like silk.
Stretched like a canvas against her fingertips.
She could feel her breath catching tightly in the back of her throat as she stepped back.
Her body slowly going into shock.
As what was around her the whole time, appeared around her.
Men, sculptured like god’s.
Women carved out like goddesses.
Costumes of amazement.
Feathers fanned out.
Silk and satin draped over and around their delicate frames.
She could not move her feet.
Her body stuck under their beauty.
Under their spell.
She could feel her body aching.
Twitching for their touch.
She could feel their presence moving forward.
Fascinated by her.
Touching her skin.
Searching for her hidden stories.
Their hands gliding around the peak of her neck.
Hands on hands.
Lips on lips.
Creating her orgasm.
Faster and faster.
Silver tears streaking her face.
She felt like a mass of people.
She felt overwhelmed.
Their hands undressing her.
Letting her clothes fall gracefully to the floor beneath them.
The thump echoing in her ears.
Everything felt like time stood still then.
Her body arching.
They were her spell.
And nothing more.
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