I've grown to wear the shape of a woman, down to my stony spine…. I like to be her taste, salty waves and peachy sweet from the lushness of my hips to the firm round of palm-sized breasts. Meek, compared to the size of the fullest moon, I am the shape of a woman. I delight to be her scent... the breeze of an undertow or the tingle of an acrid sandalwood fire.
1 comment:
v00ty v00t! so glad i got you!
i knew you'd like it, as it was on your wish list. :)
i don't know why i didn't bother to buy myself a copy. guess i'll have to elf myself, too.
don't forget, part 2 coming through. hope you like that one as well.
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