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One“Breathe,” she reminds herself. She inhales deeply, savouring the long, cool stream of fresh air which flows in through her nostrils, spilling into her lungs. Her chest expands slowly as she counts steadily in her mind. “1… 2… 3…”For just a moment, the single inhalation seemingly expands to fill the entirety of her being. A mild sensation of tension pulses from her core, slight discomfort finding its way to every finger and toe. And then, slowly, through parted lips, she exhales, and sinks into release. “1… 2… 3… 4…”Rippling waves of deep calm immediately begin to cascade through her body. She feels a familiar, soothing energy make its from the base of her skull, through her shoulders, down her back. The waves cut through the tension, branching off into a dozen directions, like warm spring rivulets carving their way through masses of hard winter ice. With every such breath, she softens. Dissolves a little more into her own body. Her thoughts, too, become untethered. Her attention floats, shifts, and dissipates, becoming nothingness itself, only to give way to an awareness of all things. She feels the gentle breeze gliding along bahis firmaları her naked nipples, and knows that she is the wind. Warm sunlight caress every inch of her exposed skin, and she knows that she is the sun. She is the mountains and she is the sky. She is light and she is shadow, she is both day and night. She is nothing, and she is everything. As her her awareness expands, as she continues to breathe and soften, waves of what can only be described as pure love begin to emanate from her mind. Not an emotion; rather, a state of being. An embrace from her higher self that envelops the world. She is love. She feels this truth with every part of her mind and body. And, as that feeling grows, new sensations emerge. A crackling swell of pleasure erupts from her heart and fills every empty space within her. It rolls down her back, a tingling surge that moves with a kind of insistence to her most sensitive areas. She is love. The thought occurs again as warm energy builds in her breasts. Her nipples, rapidly growing rigid, feel like they are radiating the essence of life itself. She is love. Electric pulses move down her stomach and begin to kaçak iddaa dance and play between her legs. She can feel her breath deepen, goosebumps raise on her flesh, as those pulses continue to move down through her torso, easing into the soft folds of her pussy. She is love. Loving energy moves through the thick flesh of her backside. The waves continue to wash over her buttocks again and again, licking both the smooth round shapes and the sensitive crevice between them. She has experienced these feelings before and has learned to go with them. She puckers and twitches involuntarily but doesn’t resist, as she succumbs to every pulse of pleasure that probes her soft hole. She is love. Her clitoris glows. It grows and it glows; it grows and it glows. The tingling waves of delight have become full on vibrations. They move more strongly and rapidly throughout her entire body, which feels like it’s humming, but the energy crackles strongest between her legs. As it teases and caresses her clit, powerful pulses push their way past her inner folds, pounding her flesh so rhythmically, so deeply, penetrating the very core of her being. She is love. Oh kaçak bahis God, fuck yes, she is love. She is the universe. She is herself and she is all. Everyone. She is a dark-haired man in an office stroking his cock by computerlight. She is a tattoo-covered woman in bed in the middle of the afternoon spreading her legs for her partner’s touch. She is a young athlete feeling his buddy’s tongue on his cock for the first time. She is a woman in a small, quiet house trying to stifle her moans of pleasure. She is on her back. She is on all fours. She is on a beach, kissing her lover deeply. She is smiling broadly in a room full of men with her legs splayed wide. She is sitting on her best friend’s face. She is riding a shiny new toy. She is in balls deep and about to blow. She is playing with her clit. She is stroking and sucking and pounding and pounded. She is love.She is love.SHE IS LOVE.And, as she cums…She is one. ——————Thanks for reading my first story! I hope to make more of them soon. If you’d like to see a slightly better quality version of the accompanying illustration, I’ve also included it in a photo gallery on my profile called ‘Erotic Art’. I’ll also be adding new work there soon, too, probably. Hope you found the story kinda hot and that you enjoyed it! Namaste (ha ha). nhunt500——————Please do not copy or repost the story or art. All rights reserved.

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