Burden

Burden

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On a bestowed day of nightfall, the canopy of stars intertwined with constellations of a whirlwind that held portent in its wake as the gods themselves roared their shallow demented breaths into the fates and lives of their worshippers. In turn of that same day a depressed and cold hearted woman known for her chocolate locks and hardened gaze had woken up with scorching crimson flames and smoke enveloping her entire being on that same fateful and unrelenting night. However, many would argue she came into her own fruition with this gift but alas she rejected that thinking. The flames licked and teased the caramel skin with desire, hoping to get an everlasting taste of the sweet flesh that bore them into their existence, with bloodless fingers that embedded and trailed their lethal motive into her dark and empty soulless fate. And so the night doesn't appear so calm anymore. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Cover by Vxex0629 ♥️
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"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on. "Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning. "I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs. "Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me. "Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair. "You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.

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