Apr. 08, 2003 - 4:42 p.m.
Oh save me from the temptation.
There's a lovely preforation mark there already. I could just slide my nails down along that line and rip it open, and wrap it around me like a mink, lolling in the scent and gorging myself upon the very real feast that it is. This flesh, this blood, this scent drive me crazy. It's like thousands of ants crawling under my skin and tickling me from the inside.
There is this low level growl in the back of my head whenever it crosses my sight, and my mouth starts to salivate. Like a starved mosquito in a nudist camp....I don't even know where to start. If I could just lick up every inch of that fabulous spread, starting at one end and working my way all the way to the other end, and wrap my hands and body and legs and teeth around every inch I can, rolling around on the floor with it till I reek of that glorious vibe.
I want to slide out of this chair and slither along the floor till I reach it and snake my way up its length. The feel of that wonderful silk running over every inch of my skin, sends shockwaves from the base of my spine travelling rapidly till they explode in my brain, and I just have to scream in ecstacy before I lose my sanity completely.
Ack, I'm turning into a junkie.
