vanilla candles my eyes were handles luring to the chains sucking blood she drains drank the blue hawaii unclothing the boundary sucking she consumes bound in rope costumes the story falls short the gory details to report gave all for shades of gray but with the skin would have to pay with her silk she wound me tight I struggled in half-light thread wrapped into a pod smothered with her bod spending till all spent our appetites were bent down to the red cent the trance-like torment if her food would squirm this made her anger burn me again to sting a puppet on a string more venom in the vein benumbing now the brain liking all her mates every one she ate to the last bite frozen in their flight caught in her web the 8-eye's silken bed 1.3 8/5
Silky Smooth Vanilla Candles
15
Apr