Fire And Flesh

An all-consuming fire, controlled only with tremendous care, dangerous heat, rolling flames. Orange, blue, white, and red, even the vapors burn, all is consumed, all reduced to ash, to nothingness. Anything placed within the crucible quickly changed, quickly consumed, quickly burned to nothingness. Everything touched by the fire suffers this same fate, this same plunge toward nothingness.

A woman’s lust, passion, desire, controlled only by her will, through her care, hot, dangerous, propelling her forward when it is released, propelling her to consume as it seeks satisfaction. Hot, quick, wet, unstoppable, a need so raw, a lust fully given sway, her lover to be consumed by her, reduced to ash by her, to nothingness by her. Her lover changed, spent, by her touch, her ministrations, he quickly reduced by the pleasure she takes, the sensation she gives. A passionate plunge to nothingness, to the little death, at her hands, through her body, by her lust.

Such encounters, such a woman, such passion, such lust, these we seek. Never a woman cold, unexcited, uninteresting, vanilla, devoid of passion, without lust. Such women, such encounters leave us cold, cannot spark our interest, cannot satisfy our desire. Only a woman sizzling, excited, clear in her desires, at peace with her lusts, flowing with passion, only such a woman can truly excite.

We seek a woman like the fire. A woman who gives heat, who must control her lusts lest they rule her, a woman who consumes, who leaves us spent, who violently finds her own satisfaction, her own pleasure, giving us ours in turn. Wet, raw, lustful, consuming us, reducing us to ash, reducing us to nothingness. A passionate plunge we may take together. It is she we seek, she we desire, she we need.