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Obscene Sovereignty
Read more: Obscene SovereigntyMy vast snowy wings thundered open as though the space itself required conquest, framing us in unquestioned dominion. I took him with a force that startled even me, imposed my need, riding with a ruthless certainty that made him secondary to the command surging through my body.
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Frost Fairy & The Very Last Evening
Read more: Frost Fairy & The Very Last EveningEach lock gleamed like spun midnight frost, my body fully revealed: the outline of my throat, the audacious tilt of my cheek as his length filled my mouth, the slow, provocating flicks of my tongue, a spectacle wrought for those bold enough to witness it.
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Champagne Bubbles
Read more: Champagne BubblesEach moment swelled, quivered, and broke, memory rising like bubbles along a golden stream, vanishing before it could be held. The night fizzed and shimmered into being…sumptuous, intoxicating…already melting even as it took shape.
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Sovereign
Read more: SovereignBeneath my skin, my Inner Goddess stirred again…not triumphant, not whole, but achingly awake. Lust for flesh pulsed in my veins. For creatures of injury are often the most voracious and, though bruised, she prowled the corridors of my flesh with her fierce, unrelenting appetite.Sovereign
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Unsated
Read more: UnsatedI could feel the ache still coiled in my belly – raw, insistent, unsated. It tugged at my attention, violent in its refusal to be reasoned with. She was not sated, not glowing or playful. She had become an abyss – ancient, roaring, unsatisfied – howling like some primordial beast denied its due.
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By The Sea
Read more: By The SeaI take up my pen with a foolish, telltale smile…yet the palm trees conspire against me. They murmur. They sway their heads in warning. Ink hesitates above parchment, arrested by heat and memory, as though the island itself has lifted an elegant finger to my lips.
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Scratching on Parchment
Read more: Scratching on ParchmentEverything I’ve written is only an echo — a pale scratching on parchment.
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Restoration
Read more: RestorationNot all nights unfurl in unbridled abandon. There are nights when pleasure is capricious, temperamental, delicate. Nights shadowed by bruised feelings, by the metallic sting of jealousy, by tenderness not yet fully sutured shut.
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Nightwalker
Read more: NightwalkerI was caught between them, locked in an antideluvian vise of masculine force; Jack’s sheer physical command above me, the Nightwalker’s murkbound gravitas rising from below…two colossal presences pulling at me like rival deities fighting for a single soul.
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Sabbath Embers
Read more: Sabbath EmbersThe three of us joined Caius and Eos upon the bed. Soon we were fully entwined across the vast expanse, bodies overlapping, senses fraying at the edges. Eos and I moved in licentious, unspoken accord, our mouths and fingers mapping every inch of Caius, coaxing, bending him to our will.
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Year of the Inner Goddess 