I am Blaise. I am either/or. I am nothing and everything. I am
something. I am what you want to see.
I am female.
Hands grasping, touching, raking. Sweet breaths and harsh pants. Fingers
pushing, pulling, curling over into ecstasy. Flesh that moves, that sways with
every inhalation. Skin that is soft, skin that is malleable, skin that is pliable.
Yielding and wanting and waiting.
I am male.
Hard and strong. Watchwords for the male psyche. Sculpted stone skin,
softness present only as an abstract principle. Fingers twisting in my hair as
I release the secrets of my sibilant tongue. Begging and pleading, music that
dances lightly on the ears. Ice to fire.
My hands stretch and touch a hundred different skin tones, my lips move and
rest on a thousand different mouths. My million different lovers.
I am nothing. But for them, for a moment, I am everything.