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I touched myself with the ease of a woman who knows she is the storm and the calm.
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I’ll ride him until the sky forgets his name and the only thing he knows is mine.
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At a candlelit masquerade, we pretended to be strangers. One touch unraveled us. until we discovered we were not alone. Someone had been watching.
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I’m not afraid of your hands on my body; I’m afraid of how easily I’d give you my soul, if you asked for it the right way.
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My body bowed instinctively. His energy wrapped around my waist, brushing against the inside of my thighs with the teasing patience of something ancient and knowing.
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I didn’t smile. I just slid into the corner booth, back against the wall, my usual craving for solitude interrupted by something more primal.
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He was utterly unaware of the kind of spell his body was casting.
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The astral bends, and suddenly, he’s against me; solid, searing. His lips hover over mine.
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The intention of this ritual is to transmute emotional tension into release and renewal through sacred self-touch.
The Osmosis of Flesh 