Surrendering to Sin

In the cadence created a new consciousness forms. One that pulls me to its depths. I float there, in that void, struggling to remain in your space, in your now.
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In the cadence created a new consciousness forms. One that pulls me to its depths. I float there, in that void, struggling to remain in your space, in your now.

His body tenses once more as the razor slides across his carotid artery. He knows that with just one slip, his life could be snuffed out, but the trust in his eyes urges me on, encourages me to finish my act of service.

“I feel great, Sir”, I reply. “And I will be eating, just not dinner.” Lowering myself to my knees, I crawl under the table until I am kneeling between his feet. I slide my hands up his legs, stopping at the fly of his pants, looking up at him through my lashes.