Part 1.

She craved adventure. He was the bare minimum.

She was wild, ravenous, always out of context. He couldn’t stand it.

He was quiet, subdued, and unable to grasp anything other than logic. She knew this was what she always fell for. The ones who can’t see outside of the box. If anything this was her curse. Her cross to bare. So she did it silently, and took everything she could…

Everyone she has ever met has always left, and when they leave, they leave a piece of their soul. She was sick of it. All of these souls to carry, and no room for her own. She was often too kind. And it made her sick. For once, she wanted something that could feed her hunger. So she reached for it…

What she found on the other side of the door was blissful. Words couldn’t describe what she saw. Colors, ecstasy, a dream world carefully bubble wrapped, in all the right places. And when a hand reached out, she took it. Each pulse, collapsing her stomach to her spine. Her soul pouring out thru her sacrum. Unbearable, and so… damn sweet…

But behind the hand was a screen. Something she could not look beyond. It was opaque and almost reflective. But still, the mystery caused her to crave more. Longing, pushing her legs further open, pushing her bottom closer to the edge. Finally it wasn’t just the energy that whispered between her legs. It was the hand…

No longer coaxing her with its palm open, but cupping her. Pressing against her flower petals from the inside out. It felt amazing. Energy electrified the air near the wrist where reality, and the beyond lay. It too pressed back. The ebb and flow of her insides, spilling to the floor, causing her to writhe and shudder till she fell to a soft slumber and residual currents stroked her softened shell to sleep…

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