Monday, November 7, 2011

shapeshifting in yellow

"she guided the Gypsy's manhood to the place and held on to it until it slipped between her fingers and buried itself in the boy.The sensation of touching the two boys made Elizabeth very warm , as if a small flame , beginning at the center of her spine, had shut suddenly upward, filling her brain. Her mouth was dry , and her boyish tights clung to her legs with her wetness. At the center of this delicious sensation there was also a thought :if this is what I can make happen because I am Countess Bathory, think of all that I may experience in the future. I am only eleven years old now,and I know very little about pleasure" -Andrei Condrescu 

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