Snaking around me the tendrils, stinging me with their kisses. Each touch causing pain, desire, pleasure. Longing for more attention but grateful of every moment you give me. Floating among the many unseen hands biting and caressing my body, filling me with the pain that I covet. Crimson flows from the many wounds covering me. I succumb, my only desire to please you.
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