Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Committing that snippet to memory as she's welcomed onto the chaise lounge, it's with pink cheeks that Isla smooths out her dress and accepts her wine with a murmur of thanks, as if they are still having the most ordinary of evenings. "Sometimes I think of you like this," she whispers as Ever kneels before her, the Remedy sipping at her wine and letting him slip the heels from her feet. "And I remember what it was like to have your head buried between my knees."
Wiggling her toes and setting the glass back down, Isla busies herself reaching up to unpin her hair so it might cascade more freely around her shoulders. "Other times, I'm the one kneeling," she continues, setting each pin down carefully next to her glass. "That one is particularly arousing, because of course I've never tasted you." Gently tousling her hair into a more casual style, the Remedy relaxes further onto the chaise lounge.
"I like to think about what it would be like to ride you, on top," she adds. "And the things you might do if I were tied down on the bed, or if we needed to be quiet."
Wiggling her toes and setting the glass back down, Isla busies herself reaching up to unpin her hair so it might cascade more freely around her shoulders. "Other times, I'm the one kneeling," she continues, setting each pin down carefully next to her glass. "That one is particularly arousing, because of course I've never tasted you." Gently tousling her hair into a more casual style, the Remedy relaxes further onto the chaise lounge.
"I like to think about what it would be like to ride you, on top," she adds. "And the things you might do if I were tied down on the bed, or if we needed to be quiet."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
