PHOTOSTORY: Midnight Traveller
"What do you want from me," she panted beneath him, suppressing a moan as his cold hand began travelling down her body coaxing her to melt with his touch.
"I've been so lonely for so long...so long," he rasped, his mouth soon finding its way on her neck, his tongue the rapid pulse under her skin.
A guttural sound escaped when she felt his teeth gently graze her skin. She was tittering between control and surrender. She wanted what he was making her feel, she wanted the searing heat inside to consume her...but why with this man?
Why with this stranger...why with this child-like creature who she picked off the street just a few minutes before midnight? She thought she was only saving him from the savagery that would definitely devour him whole, frail-looking as he is. But here she was sprawled vulnerably beneath him like a sacrifice ready to be overcome, unable to fight back because despite her hesitance..despite her mind telling her it was wrong...she wanted him.
This boy...this man...is he a dream or a nightmare?
This is one of the stories floating inside my head when I pass the time tinkering with Photoshop. Quite a breakthrough this one, did it in less than an hour. *proud of myself*
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