Slither

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It slowly creeps up like a ruthless virus waiting to eat the very core of your being. It silently awaits in a quiet, vacant, and dimly lit room, waiting to pounce on its victim, helpless, and oblivious. How it pushes you to the very edge and breaks your bones. It triggers your insides, leaving you numb, raging, and desperate for purging the very burning desires of your wretched judgment.

And when you give in to that temptation, you hold the world in your hands. You have the power. The excitement erupts; the warm brush of his fingertips against your delicate skin, the stroke of his hand, the softness of his lips, and the way he holds and caresses you. The abrupt movement takes you by delightful surprise and brings you to heated ecstasy, in all forms irrefutable, mind-blowing and raw, though despicably evil.

It is in the undeniable sensation that you let yourself go.