Flycatcher Downs [M] Was brushing her cat in her black limousine

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Ash Star had been sated mostly, but she moved beyond the borders once again. Her scent writhing around her like fireless smoke. Curling and cutting, making her yearn for more.

Dainty paws among frosted ground. The heat within almost unbearable. But it drove her. Pressing, pushing need. A contrast between the heat of her and the snow was pleasant and stirring.

She was incarnate. And like a flame to a moth she sought out someone to ease it. 

@Ingram