Didn't work, did it? I'd be surprised if you weren't still probing at the sensation, it's like having a tooth pulled, you're drawn to the hole. And there IS a hole there now, a niche deep within the multitude of twisted strands, surrounded by the taste of autumn air and raindrops, pine needles, ash, and musk. I can taste you still. Feel you. It's like a live wire running through me, the moment I turn even the slightest attention to it, the smallest hint of focus, there's a spark that shoots through everything and leaves me purring yet again.

Perfect timing, really. The reason I'm actually able to ignore most of my body's current discomfort is because of this. The reason my mood is no longer swinging wildly but settling into familiar, well-paced tracks marked with catclaw scratches and gusts of wind, that's from you too, y'know.

I'm just about to overload

While the computer was being stubborn and I had woken back up, I ended up laying here for a good hour, staring at the ceiling, just...... enjoying. Savoring. Delighting. Did you feel it? Could you sense me tasting this so-sweet gift, pet? I hope so.

I want you to be unable to ignore this, I want to drive myself into you, thrust and grind and push and claw and scratch and stab. I want you to FEEL me within you. This is what you gave me, pet. This is what you begged me to take, you spread yourself wide and pleaded like only a true slut could, you wanted this.

"Take my mind, my heart," you've asked. "Take my body, take my respectibility, my freedom, take away my choices." But this... this you held back.

Until now.

And you gave it up, not in trade for some great treasure, not to save another, not for anything more than a few more minutes of pleasure and the assurance that I wouldn't tire of you yet. You sold yourself so cheap, my little whore.

I'll expect to hear from you at some point this evening.