Tell me a pretty story

Lit wouldn't accept it once I revised it.

Raven lies in bed tossing and turning. She looks very uneasy and restless in her sleep. In the depth of her mind she is somewhere else entirely. She is running through an immense garden labyrinth. She is running hard and fast, like someone or something is chasing her.

She feels such a strong pull each way. She feels herself wanting to give in but some force urges her on. Some divine energy needs her to keep moving. In her mind Raven is in mantra," I can't give in, I can't give in," and at that precise moment she stumbles over her own feet. Four gorgeous Burmese Pythons slither over her and wrap cool scales around her wrist and ankles, binding her to the ground where she lies.

The divine force is now not as strong as it had been. As she falls submissive to the serpents, she can feel the divine force suffocating until it is no more. Now she is beginning to be overcome by new feelings of extreme desire and passion. This
passion burns deep and pure - so pure, it is almost blinding.

Suddenly, floating mysteriously above her, appears an enchanting being, too beautiful to be deemed either male or female. The being is pure ionic, androgynous energy. It doesn't seem so threatening, now. Its eyes are pure and beautiful. They
seem to tell the story of the world, and possibly beyond.

Raven gives in to the shadows; they are grabbing at her. She is too frantic to notice that her temptress has taken the form of a ravishing woman, and is silently dismissing the snakes of their duty. Raven stops struggling, realizing her inevitable
fate.Now only this being's eyes are cradling Raven into comfortable submission. Its eyes are pure blue like tropical waters, and just like that water, there seemed to be
no solidity to them. They look as though they contain endless knowledge and wisdom but no human soul. The depth of this being is infinite; Raven could tell that many mortals have lost their lives, looking into those eyes, trying to find its core.

Being held in this moment with animalistic lust and pure intrigue, Raven gives in to her subconscious longing. This delectable form stands before her, gazing into her eyes, holding her there so tight, in that look. The magnetism between them is
almost too much to bear. Raven is thinking she should turn her head and break this perplexing bound but she can not. She has found her solace within this beings eyes.

This wonderful incubus runs its slender, alabaster hands over the nape of Raven's neck, imprisoning her to submission. Raven can no longer control her deep-seeded emotions - grabbing at her, exposing her savage desire.

At this moment, this nameless beauty grows dagger-sharp fangs, and rips the crotch out of Raven's pants. She aggressively and swiftly twists Ravens body sideways and teases her with her fangs. It feels so erotic and real that Raven moans sweetly in the depths of her sleep. Its jaw gently vibrates as she teases Ravens clit with her fangs and muscular tongue. As Raven's back arches in euphoric bliss, her captor swirls its tongue gently over her clit and abruptly spanks her. This makes Raven extremely wet and she begins to quiver silently. Her captor is greatly intrigued by this minute submission and rewards her sweet prey with a gentle pinch on her erect little nipple.

Raven’s captor draws away from her and seductively wets its long, slender fingers. Raven's mind reels as she straddles the first finger and this gorgeous form resumes suckling and flicking her clit with its brilliant tongue. She penetrates Raven with a soft rocking motion at first, and then begins slowly removing her finger after each penetration, making Raven beg silently for more. With a stealthness the creature turns her magnificent face into Ravens thigh and sinks her fangs in.

Just before Raven thinks she can take no more, her newfound mistress crams two fingers inside her, hard and deep. Raven's thighs begin to quiver and she feels her heart stop. She is close to sweet death now. Her body begins convulsing against her captors domineering grip. As she drifts into eternal sleep she is thinking that this remarkable being has just fucked her deeper (mentally and physically) than anyone before. This moment is pure and simple. It is the freest Raven can remember ever feeling, in her entire life. She can no longer see anything. She can only feel, these fingers fucking her harder and deeper, and this wonderful tongue manipulating her clit so smoothly.

Everything is black and suddenly she explodes, submitting to these hands and this tongue. She feels as light as the air around her and just lies peacefully in her submission for a moment. When she opens her eyes she realizes she is in the
blackness of her own bedroom, blood running into her white silk sheets. She has never felt so completely ravaged.
 
in case you don't have a lot of time...

hemingway was once asked what were the fewest number of words that could be used to tell a story.

he thought on it for a moment and replied, "Six."

"Six?" the interviewer asked.

"Baby's shoes for sale. Never worn."
 
ughh...I don't anything of mine touching anything of his....
I think I might be sick...
 
I have some cool stories just posted if youd still like to read......

But heres a real short...short story....maybe the shortest in the world.

The last man alive was jerking off......There was a knock on the door. :eek:


Killswitch
 
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