She moved a little closer to the door, eased it open just a crack to let the cold air slither between the nodes of ice that were swelling around the frame. The arctic line pressed against the length of her body, the skin of her belly reddening. She imagined a frozen vortex forming inside her navel, the storm ravaging the yeasty warmth, mixing it with its own metallic tang.
The shiver took her in one mutinous sweep that she couldn’t have stopped if she had wanted to. It began just above her tail bone and yanked her belly forward, the subtle pressure from the ice cupping against her in the way that magnets kiss without touching. All at once the electric serpent in her spine claimed her body, her legs losing strength as her head blasted backwards to propel the cock-and-fire gasp and moan from her mouth.
As soon as the emitted cry left her she felt it being sucked through the slit, taken into the darkness. The transaction completed, she stood breathless for only a moment more before letting her lips ooze into a lazy smile, her eyes closing once in a slow blink.
Two bumps of her naked hip and the door was closed again. Padding softly over the floor she returned to the couch, pulled the long blanket around her before reaching out one arm to where her beaten copy of Jitterbug Perfume lay face down beside her.
“The beet is the most intense of vegetables…”
The hill at Snurrom
10 hours ago