“She transforms her own dark into her own light. She sees her private shadows – and loves them. She meets her emotional depths – and owns it. She faces private fears of separation – and rises above the illusion. She is the source of her Self and she is always in a state of greater becoming.”
— Molly McCord, The Modern Heroine’s Journey of Consciousness
Remember how you smiled and kissed me so subtly earlier?
Remember how you whispered in my ear as your hand rubbed my cock under the table and said, “Too bad you can’t touch me too”?
Remember how we were driving to the party and you hiked up your skirt for me, letting me know you weren’t wearing panties?
Well, I remember all of that. I took all of that in. Tomorrow, when you wake up, you’ll remember this for sure. You’ll remember how hard you came. The inhuman noises that came out of your mouth. The way the entire room smelled like your dripping wet pussy.
Ready for more? Oh it doesn’t matter what you say, your body is giving me the answer I want to hear.
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