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Exciting news!!!!! I have just published my first ever eroti..
🕑 Added 2021-03-15 19:44:09 +0000 UTC Exciting news!!!!! I have just published my first ever erotic short story on my main page @shodan .... I've never posted my writing publicly before so I'm nervous >w< here's an excerpt and a look at the set, if you want to read more check out my main page - it's 50% off right now for access to HUNDREDS of uncensored nudes on the feed & in the DMs <3 Blink. God, these lights. Have city streets always been this bright? Shiver. Raise your hands in front of your eyes. Pulse. How many days has it been since you’ve slept? Stumble. What city is this? You can’t remember. Step forward. Take another step. If your body can move, then it’s still under your control. The lights are blinding, but the halos in your vision are fading. Your pupils contract. Take stock of your surroundings. Neon. Shopfronts. Colors, textures, faces. Could be anywhere. You take another step forward. Need to find somewhere quiet, where you can collect yourself. Anonymous figures wearing plastic and spandex bump past you, talking and laughing in an unfamiliar tongue. Minutes go by. You shuffle past bars, restaurants, windows with dark figures writhing against the glass. Finally, a break - an alley. You gratefully approach the darkness within, hoping to find a dry spot to sit and clear your head. But the rain compels you forward. You lurch past a doorway, a single bulb illuminating an electric blue door. You can hear bass thumping beyond the threshold, hypnotic, drawing you in. You place your hand on the door, feeling the vibrations of the music, somehow perfectly in sync with the throbbing in your temples. Impulsively, a hand reaches down to try the solid steel door handle. Yank. You expected it to resist, keeping these unknown thrills out of your reach - but it opens with ease. The entry is dark, lit with a faint pink glow, but the music is louder now. You expected to see people, life, some scowling bouncer ready to tell you to get lost. There’s nothing. Just a black curtain. Fuck it. You push your sweating frame through the door, grabbing the curtain with a quivering hand. Pull. The sight beyond makes you rub your eyes. Is this some hallucination? Have you been up for that long? You’ve never seen anything like this before. Glass boxes suspended on chains, each one swaying gently two or three feet above a darkened dance floor. You can only make out the undulating shapes of hundreds of tightly packed people from the flashes of highlights that hit the tops of their heads as they move together, body parts and facial features blurring together into one writhing, panting mass. In the boxes are women, beautiful women - every one different from the last. Their bodies twist and contort with a carefully controlled fervor. Around each box, anonymous hands stroke the walls, press their bodies against them, push each other over to shove sweaty bills into an opening near the base. The women move with the kind of frenzied lust that can only come from years of practice, every muscle under their careful control. You feel your jaw fall open as you watch them, your eyes unable to decide which one of them deserves your singular attention. As your eyes dart back and forth between the dancers, you finally notice the centerpiece of the room, what every other set of eyes around you has been focused on while you’ve been standing like a drooling fool in the entrance. In the middle of the dance floor is a huge Plexiglass DJ booth, lit with searing blue and pink lights that sparkle through the glass, refracting light into the dance floor. A huge digital clock on the back wall displays the time: 11:47. But that’s not what everyone’s looking at. Everyone is looking at her....
