What it feels like to be among the skies
Torrid and wistful, the strength of her arms floating above the clouds, distant in the heavy atmosphere filled with sun kissed particles of dust, her face upturned to that warmth. Her hair behind her like a flag, waves of dusky brown like sparkling mahogany in the foreground of the heavens and she felt freer than anything else imaginable.
The vigor and steel she felt coursing through her body after sucking the life's blood of her victim, not intended naturally she thought in a quick repentance, gave her something she could look forward to. A life worth living for, at least for the time being and all she could do was make flips and somersaults in the air, waving in between cotton candy clouds devoid of color, the smile on her lips tittered on the edge of a laugh.
In due time, she took to accelerating at a faster rate, careful to maneuver around those who shared the skies. The feel of the cool wind gliding beneath her face, body, and tailing at the trail end of her feet felt like swift caresses that edged on an orgasm, she could not get enough of the feel of power and the regrets she would have felt fell away like a sandcastle at moons tide.
Below, she spotted the great mansion and sighed in delight, hoping to incite a proper greeting and acceptance of her newfound power. Landing became an easy ability as she made a clicked sound upon the graveled floor. That's when she saw him there.
He leaned against the bike, an unlit cigarette at his mouth and he smiled at the arrival, noting the sway of her hips and the up thrust of her breasts, and then eyeing her determined face.
"Remy" she acknowledged.
"Chere, what a wonderful surprise." He grinned. He lit his cigarette, inhaled; a red glow emanated the dusky surrounding. It was approaching sunrise.
"Can it, Cajun. Remember how ya'll want me to take a ride on your bike?" she purred. Her nerves itching to show him how it felt.
"Yeah." He simply said.
"Come with me, Remy. It's my turn to show you what a real ride is like"
her enthusiasm amused him. She was like a child in a grown woman's body, all dressed up in a seemingly tight green and white striped spandex uniform.
"Let me consider it first." He chuckled. Then saw her downcast look, immediately giving her assent.
She held him with her hands, above the skies; above the duskiness of the atmosphere and the heaviness of the clouds seem to part for their arrival, making way for the sunset that plunged further down.
Flying higher than any being possibly can, she breathed in the air and the feel of Remy so light in her strong hands, he coughed beneath her, his eyes squinting against the harsh wind, "Chere, stop. Dis man don't want to go higher"
But she paid no heed as she climbed higher and higher wanting him to feel what it feels like to be among the skies.
Torrid and wistful, the strength of her arms floating above the clouds, distant in the heavy atmosphere filled with sun kissed particles of dust, her face upturned to that warmth. Her hair behind her like a flag, waves of dusky brown like sparkling mahogany in the foreground of the heavens and she felt freer than anything else imaginable.
The vigor and steel she felt coursing through her body after sucking the life's blood of her victim, not intended naturally she thought in a quick repentance, gave her something she could look forward to. A life worth living for, at least for the time being and all she could do was make flips and somersaults in the air, waving in between cotton candy clouds devoid of color, the smile on her lips tittered on the edge of a laugh.
In due time, she took to accelerating at a faster rate, careful to maneuver around those who shared the skies. The feel of the cool wind gliding beneath her face, body, and tailing at the trail end of her feet felt like swift caresses that edged on an orgasm, she could not get enough of the feel of power and the regrets she would have felt fell away like a sandcastle at moons tide.
Below, she spotted the great mansion and sighed in delight, hoping to incite a proper greeting and acceptance of her newfound power. Landing became an easy ability as she made a clicked sound upon the graveled floor. That's when she saw him there.
He leaned against the bike, an unlit cigarette at his mouth and he smiled at the arrival, noting the sway of her hips and the up thrust of her breasts, and then eyeing her determined face.
"Remy" she acknowledged.
"Chere, what a wonderful surprise." He grinned. He lit his cigarette, inhaled; a red glow emanated the dusky surrounding. It was approaching sunrise.
"Can it, Cajun. Remember how ya'll want me to take a ride on your bike?" she purred. Her nerves itching to show him how it felt.
"Yeah." He simply said.
"Come with me, Remy. It's my turn to show you what a real ride is like"
her enthusiasm amused him. She was like a child in a grown woman's body, all dressed up in a seemingly tight green and white striped spandex uniform.
"Let me consider it first." He chuckled. Then saw her downcast look, immediately giving her assent.
She held him with her hands, above the skies; above the duskiness of the atmosphere and the heaviness of the clouds seem to part for their arrival, making way for the sunset that plunged further down.
Flying higher than any being possibly can, she breathed in the air and the feel of Remy so light in her strong hands, he coughed beneath her, his eyes squinting against the harsh wind, "Chere, stop. Dis man don't want to go higher"
But she paid no heed as she climbed higher and higher wanting him to feel what it feels like to be among the skies.