Shadow Mountain they never imagined prince charming with an erection & certainly not wearing a rubber
wearing my dream like a diadem in some better land.
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January 19, 2020, 04:43 PM
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Rosy-cheeked and red-eyed;
thrashing in tearful throes;
wanton and wingdelicate.
It was as in Cuivénen—
intimates caught 'round ankles, crumpled between curled toes; wobbly-kneed, weak-kneed, with shorn spine arching from stonebed and strung as a yew bow; a name on her lips and then none, choking into the misted prevalence of her chamber beneath the earth and strident, sensual chorus glinting from springwaters and upon clawing herself awake awake awake she had ran; had fled far and away from the shroud of her husband her mate her soulmeld;
an exquisite delicacy of affrighted half-flirtation to her bones that had feathered her from her Court; a flight incensed of aversion to flee, to flit to this glen nestled away within the foothills on some pursual of goose, of cardinal.
And yet this was not Cuivénen—
for though slumber had certainly wrested her return into its arms this dayshour, the face of her phantom paramour was ever a shifting shadow. So there was no name to wail and whimper for upon a tongue bloated to muteness; but instead, loonsoft moans harped up through fluted throat, and it is within such indecent, impassioned instances as these that the fairylight was as vulnerable in this moment as she was visceral;
voluptuous sighs; moonfair thighs as taut-aquiver as if against windgales; a froth to clam the fur beneath her flanks and o'er the naked skin beneath. Ribs knuckling against the gaunt and deep-undulant belly, nigh promiscuous protrusions and she is again clawing, ripping at thaw, at loam and lichen, moss awake awake awake - !
The glistering whites of her saltsore eyes; full of fearful fever-gleam, though heatless she was. Still feeling the hard mold of her dream's swain against her; upon her, melding, making.
All awakening now with roused, rawboned hips astutter, anguishing; addled by male and aching for her “M-melitse?” who she had scurried so fervently from.
Breathless and blustery, entire;
and knew not the man of her dreams.
Foolish girl.
thrashing in tearful throes;
wanton and wingdelicate.
It was as in Cuivénen—
intimates caught 'round ankles, crumpled between curled toes; wobbly-kneed, weak-kneed, with shorn spine arching from stonebed and strung as a yew bow; a name on her lips and then none, choking into the misted prevalence of her chamber beneath the earth and strident, sensual chorus glinting from springwaters and upon clawing herself awake awake awake she had ran; had fled far and away from the shroud of her husband her mate her soulmeld;
an exquisite delicacy of affrighted half-flirtation to her bones that had feathered her from her Court; a flight incensed of aversion to flee, to flit to this glen nestled away within the foothills on some pursual of goose, of cardinal.
And yet this was not Cuivénen—
for though slumber had certainly wrested her return into its arms this dayshour, the face of her phantom paramour was ever a shifting shadow. So there was no name to wail and whimper for upon a tongue bloated to muteness; but instead, loonsoft moans harped up through fluted throat, and it is within such indecent, impassioned instances as these that the fairylight was as vulnerable in this moment as she was visceral;
voluptuous sighs; moonfair thighs as taut-aquiver as if against windgales; a froth to clam the fur beneath her flanks and o'er the naked skin beneath. Ribs knuckling against the gaunt and deep-undulant belly, nigh promiscuous protrusions and she is again clawing, ripping at thaw, at loam and lichen, moss awake awake awake - !
The glistering whites of her saltsore eyes; full of fearful fever-gleam, though heatless she was. Still feeling the hard mold of her dream's swain against her; upon her, melding, making.
All awakening now with roused, rawboned hips astutter, anguishing; addled by male and aching for her “M-melitse?” who she had scurried so fervently from.
Breathless and blustery, entire;
and knew not the man of her dreams.
Foolish girl.
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