This is a sacred space. I glow.

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.

I glow.

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Sinful Sunday
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