Blacked Out Part 8: Kinks

My fingers get lost in the coils of your hair, petting and following the kinks. Jagged beauty.

Allowing my palm to nestle outside your crown.

An invitation inside is an honor.

Ring finger first, timidly traces circles. Hovering over your scalp.


my Nails huddle together around a fistful, tension mounting against the oil.

A husky musk titillates and flirts against my nostrils.

There’s no turning back now.

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