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It looks, to me at least, like a jet of lava, an embrace of nature's fury. Thick and broad, it wraps around my full breasts, encircling like a spiderweb, encircling like a jungle. The blackness envelops me…invading me….invading me! Suddenly, I realize something is happening. I look down and my lips tremble in a soft cry of unspeakable horror. My hands clenching in fearful knots, they are moving frantically, trying to free myself…but chains still hold me in place. I don't even move. I only stare ahead. Where are my eyes? I scan the room, frantically, looking forward. I come upon the ebb of the familiar energy, and freeze. One heartbeat later, I hear footsteps. A rush of energy, which causes me to shudder, rushes through me, to my fingertips which are now so deftly integrated into my skin. A small drop of fluid, gathering in my carefully constructed arse, I feel as if a tampon has been dropped without my permission. With a hard tug on the neck of my garment, I become aware of who's presence is in front of me. And who's this person is in front of me? It is the person from my last visit, indeed.

It is the same man, but in a much sluttier form. I look up, surprised. I see him…almost. In all my years of experience, I have never seen a man before. I can't quite put my finger on why. It seems to be purely erotic. Some sort of perverse pleasure or something. Something I can't grasp. And, of course, I have a powerful question for the man I see before me. Why did I never see him when I came here? I move closer to him, enticingly so. I feel the familiar grinding of a dildo against my cervix. I know he's behind me, and I feel my skin at its most supple. On the inside, from the outside, from the outside…it's whispered. In that dimly lit café, I had once seen a short film that I now remember. A man changing places with a woman; the faint scent of a woman..