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[onefellswoop]

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[necropolitical]

[...]

Vevay, you make me breathless. Every word from you, every possibility I see unfolding in your messages is equally bliss and misery.

I think you know one form that misery takes. What I would give to have cries drawn from me by you. Better, to draw every sound I can from you.

[...]

What I would give to be able to write my thoughts as freely as you.

Will you be patient for me?

I can't give you any sort of howling until I'm certain it's safe to do so - but I can talk to you. I can tell every base thought I've had from the moment you used that name for me.

I'd like to place my fingers against your throat, gently, and feel your heart beat when I speak of all the ways I truly want to touch you. If a few sentences here can drive you to expressing desire as you've done - how sorry I am that I couldn't see! - then I wonder what I could do in whispers against your ear.

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I would be so happy, Vevay. In this one future I imagine, I speak all my desire and love to you in the same beautiful, unchaste promise.

And then I leave you in the same state that you have your Talik now. Struggling to stay composed, but with every sense inflamed.

Starving, yes, but more alive than ever before.

When I can finally have you, can you imagine that cataclysm? I can. I can imagine what it is to be at the heart of a star as it burns its hottest. The core of violent creation and destruction, bound in your body drawn tense, arching or undulating, trembling thighs and scalding hands.

[...]

If I can type these things, imagine what I want to say.

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Vevay, would you [...]

I've tried twice to ask now a question, both in my last message and in this one. But you've mentioned it yourself, so perhaps you won't be displeased if I [...] try.

If I take another risk.

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Would you consider allowing me to tend you, as you tended yourself?

It isn't a fetish. It's only that I'd like to learn how, and how to [...] let it be part of what we might do together. To think of it the same as readying any other part of you.

How I would hate for any moment between us to feel like a matter of necessity only.

[...]

I'll admit, the thought of you guiding my hand to help you 'make a testament' of yourself will haunt me. (But only if it excites you, as well. Only then.)