Stavanger Bay Stranger Things

A laugh, deep and genuine, babbled up from the depths of her stomach like a warm spring, and Furiosa was almost taken aback by the sound she made then. Not unused to her own laughter, it was just that hers typically was a harking and acerbic noise— meant to demean and emotionally scar; not to express her true pleasure. She couldn't fathom ever being too engaged otherwise or too tired to spare her pet her time of day or night.

The nymph darted away, leaving Furiosa cold and eager; standing tall with her legs set to quivering by an urge to close the space ordained between them. She nodded, unashamed of the excitement surely reading like the glare of a lighthouse on her face. Without hesitation, she strode across sand and black rock to meet her lover again, taking a tender nose to the slight but telling curve of her belly— pressing her tongue there in sweet adoration. "Show me," the tarnished fiend murmured, stealing to the young woman's side like a fluorescent shadow.