Mostly Harmless
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Hi.
My spoken English still leaves much to be desired, so I'll be grateful for any language and grammar comments.
Thanks.
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Fog.
White dense fog. Its pouring between fingers, almost palpable. Not-a-thing but hoar. Around, below, above.
Am I dead?
If so, heavens is a very dull place.
No heat, no cold, no warm, no wind. I cannot decide if my white nightgown is too much or too few to wear.
Then.
I still feel nothing, but I know. I'm not alone now.
Scared? No. My feelings and reactions are a bit dull.
Or not a bit.
Am I dreaming?
-= You're dreaming, hon =-
HE's nearby somewhere, and looking at me. I shifted from foot to foot, tried to lap my nightgown.
For some reason, I feel that's all in vain.
Who is he? Where is he? What he wants from me?
I shudder, looking around. Nothing but fog.
Stay away from me, YOU HEAR?!..
Turning round and round, I stumpled over something (- carpet plait? -) and with sharp squeak tumbled backwards. Right on warm, soft, paddy, woolly... couch?
Short falling swept everything out of my mind. Sharp sting of fear, changed by an exceptional comfort of paddy fur-covered couch I immediately drowned in - and all nervousness are gone.
Caressing my cheek over sleek fur...
I'm perfectly well.
HE's looking straight at me. I know. I'm SOOO grateful for him. What for? Just.
Then.
I want...
WHAT???
I want - to put my arms up? Why??..
I don't know. I just want to do - very that.
My hands meet a crossbar above my head. It's handy, warm, not too rigid... pure pleasure to hold. I glided my hands along to make better grasp - and griped my fingers, almost purring from delight.
-= You cannot let it go. Your hands are frozen to it =-
I believe you.
HIS fingers are on my hands, just below elbows. I gasped from suddenness of HIS touch.
Scared? Surprisingly, still no.
I know HE means me no harm. I know what he wants - VERY THAT.
What THAT?
I forgot.
HIS fingers travels north, up to my palms. Caressing my wrists, sliding around and back down, down, down.
I bend up and forward, screwing my eyes, quietly moaning, when his palms slide over my shoulder blades and down my back.
When suddenly...
...my body gets cruelly, excruciatingly shocked.
HIS lips (- EEEEEEEIIIIIIICCKKK!!! -) touches my armpit.
Just a kiss. One touch, one simple two-lips movement, shooting through my body from head to tiptoes.
I shrieked.
I shrunk.
I pulled my hands hard.
They're frozen.
We look on each other forever.
I don't see HIM, but know: we're staring each other right into the eyes.
What does HE see in mine? Fear? Panick? My... erm... soul?
Oh Heavens!! Don't let HIM see that little, tiny bit of pungent excitement... flashed right into THAT moment. I must be crazy!!.. Or my body is.
We look on each other forever.
Then, I feel HIS hands slide down my leg. Warm - even hot - soft palms, they envelop my knee and caressing down.
I'm scared, I'm quivering allover, but I just cannot resist - it's sooooo unbelievably pleasurable... there, where nothing exists beyond HIS wishes, every sensation heighten and devour you completely...
HE grants me the foot massage.
I'm melting away.
My body extinct, my wishes are gone. My feet are the only matter.
His palms are wrapping my feet, rub them, crumple them, take care of every toe, twist the ankles, working over the legs... I hear my bones crunch, I feel my flesh oozing pleasure, I want it to never end.
-= Relax, hon. The night is young =-
Both my feet are going to pee from sheer ecstasy. My toes having personal treatment, my insteps getting warm-kissed, my soles are tooth-raked, from hee...
WWWHHEEEEEEEEEEIIIIICCKKK!!!
Like scalding bolt of lightning strikes all of my nerves.
I'm fainting.
Where am I?
Fog.
White dense fog. Around, below, above. Its pouring between fingers, almost palpable.
No heat, no cold, no warm, no wind.
I (- ?still? -) feel nothing, but I know. I'm not alone.
And my hands yet death-gripping that damn crossbar.
Who ARE you?! Lemme go!! What do you want from me?!..
HIS fingers are on my hips and slo-o-owly...
...crawling...
...up under my nigthgown...
...sending millions of creeps...
...sliding over my bare torso.
-= Awwwww, hon, we have SOOOOO MA-A-A-A-ANYTHING to do... =-
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My spoken English still leaves much to be desired, so I'll be grateful for any language and grammar comments.
Thanks.
=====
Fog.
White dense fog. Its pouring between fingers, almost palpable. Not-a-thing but hoar. Around, below, above.
Am I dead?
If so, heavens is a very dull place.
No heat, no cold, no warm, no wind. I cannot decide if my white nightgown is too much or too few to wear.
Then.
I still feel nothing, but I know. I'm not alone now.
Scared? No. My feelings and reactions are a bit dull.
Or not a bit.
Am I dreaming?
-= You're dreaming, hon =-
HE's nearby somewhere, and looking at me. I shifted from foot to foot, tried to lap my nightgown.
For some reason, I feel that's all in vain.
Who is he? Where is he? What he wants from me?
I shudder, looking around. Nothing but fog.
Stay away from me, YOU HEAR?!..
Turning round and round, I stumpled over something (- carpet plait? -) and with sharp squeak tumbled backwards. Right on warm, soft, paddy, woolly... couch?
Short falling swept everything out of my mind. Sharp sting of fear, changed by an exceptional comfort of paddy fur-covered couch I immediately drowned in - and all nervousness are gone.
Caressing my cheek over sleek fur...
I'm perfectly well.
HE's looking straight at me. I know. I'm SOOO grateful for him. What for? Just.
Then.
I want...
WHAT???
I want - to put my arms up? Why??..
I don't know. I just want to do - very that.
My hands meet a crossbar above my head. It's handy, warm, not too rigid... pure pleasure to hold. I glided my hands along to make better grasp - and griped my fingers, almost purring from delight.
-= You cannot let it go. Your hands are frozen to it =-
I believe you.
HIS fingers are on my hands, just below elbows. I gasped from suddenness of HIS touch.
Scared? Surprisingly, still no.
I know HE means me no harm. I know what he wants - VERY THAT.
What THAT?
I forgot.
HIS fingers travels north, up to my palms. Caressing my wrists, sliding around and back down, down, down.
I bend up and forward, screwing my eyes, quietly moaning, when his palms slide over my shoulder blades and down my back.
When suddenly...
...my body gets cruelly, excruciatingly shocked.
HIS lips (- EEEEEEEIIIIIIICCKKK!!! -) touches my armpit.
Just a kiss. One touch, one simple two-lips movement, shooting through my body from head to tiptoes.
I shrieked.
I shrunk.
I pulled my hands hard.
They're frozen.
We look on each other forever.
I don't see HIM, but know: we're staring each other right into the eyes.
What does HE see in mine? Fear? Panick? My... erm... soul?
Oh Heavens!! Don't let HIM see that little, tiny bit of pungent excitement... flashed right into THAT moment. I must be crazy!!.. Or my body is.
We look on each other forever.
Then, I feel HIS hands slide down my leg. Warm - even hot - soft palms, they envelop my knee and caressing down.
I'm scared, I'm quivering allover, but I just cannot resist - it's sooooo unbelievably pleasurable... there, where nothing exists beyond HIS wishes, every sensation heighten and devour you completely...
HE grants me the foot massage.
I'm melting away.
My body extinct, my wishes are gone. My feet are the only matter.
His palms are wrapping my feet, rub them, crumple them, take care of every toe, twist the ankles, working over the legs... I hear my bones crunch, I feel my flesh oozing pleasure, I want it to never end.
-= Relax, hon. The night is young =-
Both my feet are going to pee from sheer ecstasy. My toes having personal treatment, my insteps getting warm-kissed, my soles are tooth-raked, from hee...
WWWHHEEEEEEEEEEIIIIICCKKK!!!
Like scalding bolt of lightning strikes all of my nerves.
I'm fainting.
Where am I?
Fog.
White dense fog. Around, below, above. Its pouring between fingers, almost palpable.
No heat, no cold, no warm, no wind.
I (- ?still? -) feel nothing, but I know. I'm not alone.
And my hands yet death-gripping that damn crossbar.
Who ARE you?! Lemme go!! What do you want from me?!..
HIS fingers are on my hips and slo-o-owly...
...crawling...
...up under my nigthgown...
...sending millions of creeps...
...sliding over my bare torso.
-= Awwwww, hon, we have SOOOOO MA-A-A-A-ANYTHING to do... =-
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