I close my eyes, and all I can see are his eyes. His freakishly light, bright blue eyes. What I feel is the touch of many. Many hands, many fingers, many mouths, wildly exploring every crease, every hole, every opening. An unknown dick in my cunt, filling me. The feeling of overwhelming intoxication, impossibly drunk on sex, soaring high above any normal feeling of self, the edges of my identity beginning to blur, to soften, to blissfully merge with the world around me. All under the quiet gaze of those eyes. If you’ve never felt anything like it, you haven’t lived. I wasn’t living, looking back on it. I never knew what I was until I met him. This is how it all starts. ~ ~ ~ The invitation comes in a heavy black envelope, sealed with black wax. The card itself is black, too, with raised black writing. I almost have to touch it to read it, which I guess is the point: forcing a sensory, tactile experience on me. In the end I raise it close to my face, to make sure I have it right.
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