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In Oz: Fog Is A Girl

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In Oz: Fog Is A Girl

* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *


So fog is a girl? Let's think about it...
Yes, it could be real, 'cause girls are always first and foremost sorcerers, mighty beings able to put a spell on you with the wink of an eye. And here is proof captured in your picture: Fog's outside as inside, and nothing stays the same.


Written today in Writing Wonderland on Tumblr.
Image: Fog by renesansowa, © Jagoda Reczek

Please respect the original artist :iconrenesansowa: and show her all the love you show to me. :heart:

IN OZ is my way to pay tribute to all the great artists who inspired me in the last weeks and months, who let me dream and write a lot of stories, which never were written in this way without them.


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May I... watch? Or shall I go any... further? I'm not the one to ask, and you're not the one to complain about things that feel so good. I never knew that my tongue could do things like that, and while your fingers do the walk in and out, my wild dreams are all about the smell and taste of your precious, your oh so precious red rose, and when I'm finally there you're completely there, too: The best things always come in one, but I will ask for the second coming.
Taken from: THE ART CRIMES: Private Party
THE ART CRIMES: Private Party
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by bittersweetvenom *
Did you ever think about all the things you could do when you're alone? Sure you did, and you know a lot of games to play at your private party. 
I think there'll be some of your friends with you right now, and it feels great to celebrate your birthday, but in the end you're alone in the night, and the best of all pleasures come in the dark. I dreamed about these hands tonight, moving in circles and the fingers doing all their little dances, their spins and turns until you get higher and higher.
Orgasm feels like flying sometimes, and I could reach mine now driving my mind up and down your naked body, circling around your belly button and then moving south downtown, where I make myself at home, speaking in tongues yet, and I'm never at a loss for words so close to sweet p



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