She was no ordinary succubus.
Late into the night
Through cold, electric clouds
She flew with broken wings
On currents kindled by his dreams.
And finally, descending upon
His yearning body, she whispered:
“I’m late, my love, but tender is the morning.”
related: Night of the Meiga
tags: poetry, succubus, erotic
3 comments:
Etiquette Question for Dr. Steelclit:
What is the appropriate response the next morning after a night of passionate sex when one's partner falls asleep without removing one's butt plug?
Thank you.
no ordinary succubus? what are the ordinary ones like?
well, at least she came.
*cough*
Is this thing on?
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