The drip, gasp, drip rythym is slow and intense. A gentle pulse evoking my response; an explosion of sensation followed by the heated sting and as it dissipates the anticipation of the next drop grows, a stately 2/8 dance towards the next moment of heat, my next gasp.
My navel, encircled by a rosy ring of wax feels enlivened and protected. As the scarlet inking grows it traces my leylines, awakening, and connecting them, this is a sacred space.
Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week