Page 37 - Nihil Alchemia CRUCIBLE Issue One MAY 2020 Flip Book

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Stephanie West

It was as though losing sight allowed fingertips along my delicate skin
me to indulge my senses. A focus and I push against his touch, as
that catapulted my nerves into an though each time he pulls a string
elation I could never prepare for. that connects us to a different
The comforting smell of his subtle point. A puppeteer, positioning me
cologne and the sound of his deep with an ease that only he could
voice, dancing over me in soft conquer. Cool air flows upon my
waves as he assures me that I have navel whilst I exhale eager breaths.
never been more beautiful. With I feel his gaze, adoring me as I lay
soft silk, laced over my sights whilst vulnerable, nude, awaiting his next
I bare myself to another, I become movements. Each moment passing
enveloped with the euphoria of my without his skin against mine was
own senses. an excruciating tease; a beacon
of arousal as my focus falls to an
I let myself lean into his grasp, ache only he could dull.
blinded as he guides me to lay
atop our sheets. Seeking his warmth
to see where I cannot, I find myself
more aware of our private world TOUCH
than ever. With each breath, it felt
as though he caressed me with his Audio Story
soul. With each touch, my trembling

limbs fall onto the mattress with an
intoxication I had never felt. Within
silence, our bodies float amongst
each other with a language of
our own. He became every word
unspoken, exploring the delicate
canvas of my body before he was
ready to begin. Read

I tremble for his relief, my entire by
being vibrating with the promise of Chantelle Prior
the brush of his hands as he takes
his time with me. He flutters his