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Equations of Arousal 3

Oct 16th, 2019
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  1. One revolution. Two. Twelve. One hundred. How many times had the ceiling fan spun? Which fan blade was which? Afterimages were replaced by blades were replaced with afterimages, a never-ending cycle. On her back, Kaci listlessly stared ahead, her glazed-over pupils grown large and half obscured with eyelids that felt unimaginably heavy in the limited capacity of her mind. She gazed not so much at them, even less through them, but simply gazed.
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  3. Cool air cascaded down upon her form in waves, each imperceptible billow combating the magmatic heat of the dopamine- and oxytocin-infused blood that coursed through her veins and chilling the sticky, frothy mess of fluids that was slathered outwards from her swollen labia to her thighs that gleamed with post-orgasmic glow and soaking through the darkened sheets that bridged their gap.
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  5. With each passing moment her chest slowly heaved, flooding her lungs with fresh air and rhythmically undulating two handfuls of perky, firm-but-yielding, impossibly gravity-defying breasts; each crowned by an erect, engorged, rosy little nub that seemed as if Aphrodite herself had piped Hershey's Kisses of pure latent sexual bliss onto her resilient mounds.
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  7. The fan blades turned as if they were a projector loaded with a film reel, each rotation advancing a replay of the same scene, projected onto Kaci's retinas with the intention to burn it in for the rest of her life - flowing blonde locks of hair, buried between her thighs; eyes like icicles, peering through the windows to her very soul, perilously sharp and threatening to impale at any moment; and a tongue with the devil's own skill that played her clit like a golden fiddle, eliciting sounds from Kaci's lips in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.
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  9. And so it had begun anew; the softest twinge of electricity fired from the tip of her tender little button, screaming along the synapse highway to her brain, and coaxing her fingers to fall back down to the valley between her thighs.
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