That little ember, glowing bright for a moment, and then it’s gone. And in the end, it’s just ash. A whisper of what was. It’s a beautiful thing, though. The way it never pretends to last forever...
You know you can cum and play here with me whenever you like, right? No need to stay home and play by yourself. ... ... I don't like to post slided pictures - it ruins all the fun of you doing it yourself...
Come with me, I promise hunting isn’t boring. We can switch on the lookout while the other one sits down and grabs a snack. It’s a nice way to slow down for a few hours.
I can feel it, you know? That low hum under my skin. It's like every little thing—that look you just gave me, the sound of the clock ticking, even the way I'm breathing—it's all just adding to the weight.
