Reaching my hands over my head, curving my chest upwards to its limit… My outstretched body tight as a taut bowstring holding its breath, an undercurrent of potential energy humming in foretaste of the imminent, abrupt release… Seconds pass leisurely, heightening the anticipation…
I release my breath swiftly and feel my body crumble, only to tighten in on itself in contraction, flexing my abdominal muscles and boroughing myself deeper into the memory foam. I rub my back and ass against the soft cotton sheets like a dog in the grass, letting my hands run down the length of my torso from collarbone to hips as I rub my legs against each other in vain wonder of the smoothness, marveling at the contrast of strong bone, firm muscle, and soft fat. I feel the release of any remaining tension in my body and lay languidly staring up at the ceiling, a little blush blooming in my cheeks and a smile struggling to blossom across my lips.
I shake my head and cover my eyes with my fists, softly laughing to myself in pure wonderment, delightfully satiated, yet with a flame still lingering deep within. That single flame possesses a hunger so ravenous, its depth of capacity so cavernous, it inspires an intoxicating sense of awe and excitement that I’ve been bereft of for far too long–but tinged with a slight hint of trepidation for what ferocity that flame would rage if allowed to reach its full potential.
Would she be the phoenix, enveloping herself in her fire, burning off all remnants of a past self she no longer fit? Or would she be a cautionary tale for the next adversary who dared to play with fire? Or would she be the dragon, scorching everything in her path, her fire a catalyst to free the bound nutrients belonging to the detritus of antiquated societal dictation, invigorating the mineralization that will feed the strong, and undoubtedly ravenous, who survive.
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