fastus

Burry vision starts to get the best of you. Gentle flows of love and energy, confidence and then lust. Later wed all be sitting, sipping on each others sweat and ****. Ride the line three, four more times; smiling faces and muted laughter blend back into the red velvet curtains. Some quick shouts of enthusiasm and joy cut from another booth, and then we start in with it, turning into the grizzly monsters aching for a bite. Rub the face five times and forget youre breathing deeper, and feeling much more normal than before. Another rush, this one coats the back of the throat and the roof of my mouth and I let out a sigh with a cough, then a quick laugh. Nobody knows where you are, and you love it.

Rush.




*don't now what this should be yet...but hell, it's 8.37 in the morning, so i'm suprised i can write at all.