THROBBS
I am Fauve
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angel's perch..... there was a short story that went with this...hmmmm
ah..here it is:
Flying in slow circles above the moonlit houses the pale angel cast an odd shadow, less a shadow than a shimmer. As a spirit being, she was neither here nor there, she could see past the shingles, rafters, insulation, drywall and into the rooms within. She could travel through just as easily. She could feel each and every material thing, if she chose to and now she longed to. She felt an ache to feel something that she had not.
He tossed and turned in the hot sticky sweat of summer sleep. Kicking the damp sheets off, revealing his naked and restless body to... no one in the room.
She could smell his salty sweat mixed with the more subtle aroma of his shower gel. She dove towards the sleeping human male. She would feel him. Passing through the house she stopped herself near the ceiling directly above him. She had no need of clothes and her breasts now hung towards the man. Her wings beat slowly, yet it was a more powerful force that gave her flight.
She brought her legs down as she descended. Her feet alighted on the man’s thighs. She allowed herself some mass, but considerably less than a mortal woman. Facing his feet she squatted. The man’s dreams became more fitful and erotic. His cock filled, lengthened, swelling it rolled over then rotated as if that portion of the man was actually awake. His cock twitched. Now fully erect the angel took it in her fingertips and positioned the head at her now gaping pussy. Her “wetness” was unlike any earthly lubrication... softer, smoother, more slippery, wet...yet dry like a graphite powder.
She lowered herself as her feet were planted on his thighs. Taking his veined and pulsing cock deeply into herself she allowed herself the fullness of the pleasure. His muscles tightened and she felt his hand on her ass. His hips thrust as he came. She too felt the intense pleasure of her own ethereal orgasm. He shot fluid shot into her as she straightened her legs and shot back through the building and back into the night sky.
The man’s eyes fluttered as he tried to make sense of his dream, the wetness of his cum on his stomach and the feathers clenched in his fists.
ah..here it is:
Flying in slow circles above the moonlit houses the pale angel cast an odd shadow, less a shadow than a shimmer. As a spirit being, she was neither here nor there, she could see past the shingles, rafters, insulation, drywall and into the rooms within. She could travel through just as easily. She could feel each and every material thing, if she chose to and now she longed to. She felt an ache to feel something that she had not.
He tossed and turned in the hot sticky sweat of summer sleep. Kicking the damp sheets off, revealing his naked and restless body to... no one in the room.
She could smell his salty sweat mixed with the more subtle aroma of his shower gel. She dove towards the sleeping human male. She would feel him. Passing through the house she stopped herself near the ceiling directly above him. She had no need of clothes and her breasts now hung towards the man. Her wings beat slowly, yet it was a more powerful force that gave her flight.
She brought her legs down as she descended. Her feet alighted on the man’s thighs. She allowed herself some mass, but considerably less than a mortal woman. Facing his feet she squatted. The man’s dreams became more fitful and erotic. His cock filled, lengthened, swelling it rolled over then rotated as if that portion of the man was actually awake. His cock twitched. Now fully erect the angel took it in her fingertips and positioned the head at her now gaping pussy. Her “wetness” was unlike any earthly lubrication... softer, smoother, more slippery, wet...yet dry like a graphite powder.
She lowered herself as her feet were planted on his thighs. Taking his veined and pulsing cock deeply into herself she allowed herself the fullness of the pleasure. His muscles tightened and she felt his hand on her ass. His hips thrust as he came. She too felt the intense pleasure of her own ethereal orgasm. He shot fluid shot into her as she straightened her legs and shot back through the building and back into the night sky.
The man’s eyes fluttered as he tried to make sense of his dream, the wetness of his cum on his stomach and the feathers clenched in his fists.
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