(Rose)
Sweet. Softness, sweetness. I lack the words...
I would need to recite a hundred or a few hundred synonyms in order to express what I feel.
Sweet, so sweet... It’s hundreds of tis more than just this word. I can’t describe it. It’s all of , in every cell, every molecule of . I feel this way in every thought and idea. All I can experience is this absolute softness. This absolute kind of pleasure... I’m naught but that.
All my body feels numb. I cannot move, or see, or hear anything, but I don’t mind.
I feel good. Better than I ever could have felt good.
I don’t have a shred of anxiety going through my veins, only these pleasures do, to no end.
I know... I don’t quite rember what. Where I am, who I am...
I know that all my fears and doubts are gone. That I’m enjoying a hazy lull for the ti being. I feel no pain and no fear at all. I’m being cared for in every possible way. Every.
All I have to do is enjoy this endless shapeless pleasure all over and within . I feel so good I can’t na it...
Every tip of my fingers, every inch of my skin is massaged in a softness beyond what I can describe. Every tip of my fingers, every inch of my skin is caressed in a way that sends bolts and waves of pleasure to . And the entirety of my skin feels at least that way. The more sensitive parts of feel even better, shining from even stronger pleasure. Everything of does.
All over that I can’t see, and even further. All my skin, all my hair. My nails, my teeth, my face, my ears. All of is sweetly stimulated in the most subli way. I would never have imagined in a hundred years such feelings were humanly possible. The pink parts of my skin, the most sensitive ones, are giving stronger thrills but more importantly greater pleasure even than I thought possible...
And it goes further. Even though I’m already in full bliss, just from what just a few inches of my skin feels, it goes deeper... I feel that sa softness running along my skin in every nook and cranny of , inside my ears, my nose, my lips, my eyes, between my eye lids.
I should have choked, coughed and had the reflex to escape anything trying to touch on such places. My body should have fought, it did not, and that softness now caresses in places beyond reason. All my head is resonating with pleasure coming from that infinitely gentle touch everywhere on .
It slips through every fold and lid or lip of , only to make it sweeter. I’m only sweetness now. Mush. Waves, ocean. I can’t describe it.
I feel that softness feeding , breathing for , sliding down with air inside my lungs, going with nutrients into my stomach and then bloodstream.
It’s inside of in every possible way, though with infinite kindness and gentle softness again. I’m not forced, I’m just caressed, from within also as well as everywhere else. All my body is in pleasure, absolutely all.
Every fold of my sex is feeling the sa way, though the warmth I feel there is higher. That caress that covers every inch of went inside there too, and gently enough for I don’t feel the urge to escape, or any discomfort at all; just warmth. I feel the sa softness caressing there, within, everywhere, but this part of reacts more strongly to that thin loving touch. It sends stronger pleasure to , though still just as continuously as everywhere else.
I’m in a constant lasting orgasm I think. I’m not sure since I’ve never felt that way. But everything feels so good that it’s wise I’m being cared for. It’s a more maternal feeling that I experience there where I worry not about what I need to eat, drink, breathe or excrete, for sothing loving takes care of it all, I’m in the most gentle care of the world. All my bodily functions and desires are cared for thoroughly. I just have to enjoy. So I do.
I was in lull at first, but I’m slowly regaining consciousness amidst that endless sea of pleasure.
All of is being cared for, and kissed in the most pleasant and tender ways. That sweet, sweet, sweet veil remains all over as I slowly wake up and learn to enjoy it.
I feel that gentle caress around my eyes, from nose to lungs, down to inside my anus, caring for everything I am without sha, only the sa absolute desire of softness and care.
All my body drools with pleasure and I can feel pure water sliding down my throat, just the right way and amount, kissing everywhere inside as it goes.
I’m alive and entirely, literally entirely being cared for. I relax, I move slightly as I react to the gentle yet chaotic waves of pleasures going within . Like blood flowing with the rhythm of the heart pulse, the pleasure does too within . It flows from everywhere, and is stronger at so places like between my inner thighs. All my sex from its outskirts to the depths of my tummy feel that soft warmth that almost shines from within . Pleasure is radiating. It never stops, it only flows endlessly and pulsates with my heartbeat, I think.
I play along with it. I move within that warmth, I enjoy that ti of complete bliss without my second thought.
I don’t rember everything about myself yet. I’m still slowly waking up sohow, I can feel that around my mind.
anwhile, my mind enjoys just as much this complete stream of pleasures living through .
I enjoy this gentle gift soone is giving to sohow. Kindness. Soft. Sweet, so sweet...
It’s not you, is it? In this state I’m in, I can almost picture you being behind this veil and doing this to , with all the love and kindness of the world.
Though it’s not possible... In more ways... than one.
This does not spoil my soft and deep pleasure, but I rember that you’re gone, long gone.
Love... The one I love most today is... It’s her. She’s doing this. She’s caring for , she’s giving everything. Everything.
I love her so much.
I slowly slip through the veil of night and awake. Light gently returns to my eyes. Pleasure doesn’t stop however. I feel so good I can hardly move...
As I start thinking about her, I can feel the softness slowly react and move around . She’s there. She can hear of course. She’s been offering this constant ecstasy at certainly great costs for herself.
She loves so much. I do as much now...
I guess offering this much sweet sensations, the maximum my body can experience truly, was her way to offer all her love to .
She made love to ...
I can’t describe what I feel. It’s too soft... It’s too sweet. Even though I woke up slowly through it, I can tell it was naught but genuine kindness and true love for . She learnt how to care for in every possible way, the perfect ways. And she’s given it all to .
My pleasure and feelings from being loved are simply...
Simply like her love for ...
The pleasure keeps flowing from my sex through my spine and chest and brain. It colours my sight as I awake myself.
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I see gently light of day. My brain is in constant haze as I barely wake up from a pool of my own pleasure.
I can’t breathe, though I don’t need to. For the first ti the pipes of flesh going down my throat bother .
I’m fully awake and try to cough the tubes which softly recedes and pull themselves off, sending their last thrills of orgasm inside my lungs and sinuses. It feels so weird now, and still so good. All over my face, soft flesh is pulling away, leaving my skin in final caresses that makes moan. It’s as if the strongest and most overwhelming kiss possible was suddenly over. Its lips are suddenly separating from mine, I can breathe anew, but the ti of blissful pleasure is at its dusk.
I’m all covered in soft sli but it doesn’t feel wrong nor slls. It’s like translucent clothes or a second soft skin over . I see my chest, naked, pristine, my nipples just being released in a last thrill. My arms and hands are free, also covered in the sa sli that is still warm.
I’m sitting in a bed of flesh that looks like the inside of a very large animal. This looks disgusting, but I can’t lie, I still feel very good down the waist...
My sex is still being stimulated, so are my legs and feet. I feel a last surge of pleasure coming to as I’m being liberated from this thing. I raise my head and look at the sky. I moan, and sigh a last strong few tis as everything pulls away and outside of .
I sigh and shiver.
I open my eyes again, and see the sky. Everything below is changing, moving around. My own muscles have to lift now. I feel my weight reappearing.
I find myself on a soft bed of white roses, only the flowers, no thorns.
A giant arm of flesh protruding from my belly is slowly necrotizing, getting thinner and dry; and finally cutting itself away from . I see the skin of my belly healing over what becos my belly button, only larger than before and shaped very differently. A new kind of belly button is replacing the missing one...
A new birth...
I’ve been reborn... Which ans...
R - I died... Blu... You did it.
A human shape appears before .
It’s... ? I look at her, agape. She’s smiling. She looks tired but happy.
B - Of course I did Rose. I love you that much.
She opens her arms in grand fashion, speaking loudly with tears of joy at the corners of her eyes.
B - Welco back to the livings Rose!
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