He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.
He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.
As he fills me, I wonder ifùin the same way that sex makes its own unique perfumeùwe donÆt really ômakeö love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world. Because when heÆs in me, I feel the space around us changing, charging, and it seems to set off some kind of feedback loop, where the more he touches me, the more I need him to.
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