Sensory Deprivation

Sensory Deprivation As I encase you in saran wrap, each layer tighter than the last, you are shrouded from the world. A hood completes the cocoon. You can hear your breathing and your heart beat, perhaps My footsteps, right on the edge of hearing. Your world condenses...

Smoking Fetish

Smoking Fetish The soft curls of smoke in the half-light. The elegance of a cylinder firmly grasped between long fingers with painted nails. The ring of lipstick on the filter, the ash delicately poised on the tip of the cherry. Only bad girls smoke. Bad girls grow up...

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