The elder mummy foretold to me, as I was entwined in gauze and stood in sand to my knees; "Don't be exorcised by a two-faced omen." The pain engulfed me as I withered, then I was reborn as dead. As I craved the womb with a pearl in it's oyster bed between its thighs. Like gypsy moths in caravans, a brethren of the damned. Moving across Europe when present-day England was nothing but a
from Lush Stories - latest Sex Stories https://ift.tt/2EogHlm
0 comments:
Post a Comment