Good evening my gentle listeners. The Nightcrawler is here for you,
my children, are you listening tonight? Know, my little ones that I
am speaking to you, all of you.
Can you hear my words? How do they sound to you? Is it the smoky
warmth of well aged brandy that comes to you? Is it a rasp of
velvet? No matter what you hear, know that I am coming to you, I am
invading your cars, your homes, your ears. I am insinuating myself
inside of you, caressing the silky canal of your eardrums. Can you
feel me, little ones?
Can you feel me sliding down your neck, down your shoulders, feel my
words touching you like long pale fingers? Running down your
shoulders to stroke pale pink, or coppery brown nipples, male or
female, it matters little.
Are you allowing me such liberties? To continue downward, like wine
to puddle at your thighs, at the sweet satin of your pale or dusky
flesh, shall I linger there? Will you feel me rough or gentle
against your skin? Shall I leave bruises or touch you with a rose
petal? Whatever you want, whatever your need, I will give it to you.
Shall I go to where to warmth of your body is pooling, the heat of
your blood running through your aching flesh? Shall I taste you
there, the sweetness and saltiness of your skin. Shall I make you
scream with delight or pain, hatred or love?
Know that I am aware of your feelings, of your lust, your love. Know
that I am here for you, my gentle, gentle listeners. And know, that
you belong to me.
Because I am the Nightcrawler.
-finis-
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