Bite me, Twice
To be in the embrace of the God of Sex and Death - lust, passion, asphyxiation, climax, pain, agony, passage, bliss, decay.
All the sensations juxtapose in my withering mind.
Water.
I need it, desperately.
Hot sweat wets my blindfold and flows down my face in a stream. Back and forth, I slide forcefully with the last of my strength. I'm about to collapse.
The collar on my neck is stealing my breaths. I exhale groans and take in nothing. My mouth has emptied. Slow suffocation. The blood is restrained. The ultimate asphyxiation.
I have completed the death posture.
Bab Populer