The Ear; Her Most Sensitive Area

It was the first lick, gently caressing the earlobe by force of a muscle more sensitive, more precise and more personal than any other. The saliva marking a single touch remained tingling her senses of what the touch had been. It was not a physical response playing in her head, as she had no vision of him but that of the mind’s eye. He could be anyone, a stranger among many who could have snuck up to abuse the most sensitive point. A million thoughts along the causeway into strangers ended in the shadow returning unbidden always in her deepest thoughts. Suddenly. With this thought. His lick was this lick, an acid burning as any acid, of drug. A perfect hallucinogen fell into her mind, the thousand hands he had with him in his spiked pockets. She glanced down, down seemed like a thousand miles of feels and flays, the hands working a magic none would do alone.

Two hands reached out from the ethereal realm pulling her head up with force. Again. A lick, desensitizing her mind to hands covering whole body. Sensitizing her only to this part, this place where lips touched skin. Pierced skin let her own saliva mix with blood as she moaned slightly into the room while her head was forced further back. As she wanted to turn and kiss, this darkness from where soft and strong mixed into pleasure and pain, she was withheld with force strong enough for her exhaling breath clouded the silence with sound of acceptance. A smoke turned dazzling red from the fire inside the hearth of the body, spreading out, unfolding itself to the void she stood in. Fire bright caused shadows amass to her reach. As ecstasy in its search at last found her, with this intense hold, skin imprints on her, and the pure saliva sucking her into memories never born, she could at last close her eyes and fall into what she had withheld of herself.