Eryklynne Streamate's Profile

Languages: English

Location: Next door

Body Decorations: One

Smokes/Drinks: Sometimes

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 22

Body Type: Nice one ^_^

Eryklynne Streamate - I knew it was comming.

Quiet as night. Nothing to see except darkness. I lay back and let the waves of relaxation wash over me. I pulled the black cat across the room. The jagged rocks, several hundred meters of granite, criss-crossed in a diamond pattern. The rock pitches were like jagged rocks, irregular in shape, but almost never so called as precipitous drops of molten lava. The cat made a sharp turn, then plunged so deep into the gorge that her t-shirt burst. Her face bore the marks of the plunge as she bared her neck and sobbed aloud while the cat reamed its body up and down, her body groaning under its own power, reeling beneath her. Stillness. No movement. I folded the white banner high and laid it on the stone wall. "Hover over." It was printed in big block letters across the front. "Candle." It was a simple writing utensil. They reflected my intellectual bent, the white textured printed on my skin, the carved red impressions in the rough rocks across the bottom. In the corner of my eye I saw a silver candle. Its flame was soft and dancing, searing my soul with its intensity.

I kept my eye on the written message on the wall. I wanted so badly to touch it. With trembling fingers I opened the silver candle. Water ran down the top of the glass, striking the engraved circle in the stone. The hot air caught in my throat. I closed my eyes and reached for the candle. It had previously been placed there for my convenience. I had been familiar with, but had never used. Now I wanted it again, but more intensely. I concentrated. I took the narrow neck between my thumb and forefinger, pushing it up toward the light. I ran my fingertips back and forth, then let it down. The waves of emotion and excitement I felt poured over me. I worked my way down the inside of the folds of my cunt, down the top of her asscheeks, down the inside of her thigh. I crinkled the wax down the center of my crinkled pearls. I pushed them in and out, listening to the music, feeling her skin twist beneath my touch.

I pushed again, hard. I heard her withdrawing, but no sound came out. I wrapped my hand around the handle of the dark candle. I could taste the sweet syrup burning in her mouth. I continued, pushing the wax deeper as her body shook beneath me. The tulip flower, now a crimson blur rose from her lips. Her green leaves trailed down her luscious, red-tinged lips. Her dark purple swells stinging through the blackness. Finally, I wrapped my warm, wet hand around the amber candle, focusing the flame on my nipples. With a deep, continuous groan I felt her shudder beneath me. As suddenly as it had begun, the music stopped. The cat had vanished from view. With a slight effort, I managed to lift my naked form from the wooden floor. I felt the warmth of the red sun on my chest. I adjusted my position so that my head was down, my upper body flat on the ground. I raised my hands in a salute..

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