Angel Whore: Renaissance
Inspired by, and dedicated to the lovely and incomparable, ABG.
Pain, inevitable in my rope. Suffering, however, illusion. Warped. Bent. Flesh colored in mismatched hues. You imagine yourself in her place. You ache long after you've looked away. Observing leaves you hungry and drenched. You boldly ask for a tiny taste. For curiosity's sake, of course. I've dreamed of binding your soft breasts tight. I harden, at what new sounds you'd moan. Your ankles crossed, shaking legs spread wide...