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The First Time I Stepped Into The Umbra

I can remember the first time

I stepped through the mirror

into the Umbra.

Flash

crashing glass

into darkness.

Being propelled along by arms darting

from out of the darkness

squeezing and groping,

ripping off clothing.

Then came the mouths,

too many mouths to count,

it was maddening,

******* and licking

shoving and poking

endlessly forward

through a sensual gauntlet,

soon I was pushed to the floor

at soon I was being ******

one after another, mounted by a horde

of hot flesh, gyrating,

hands probbing, and squeezing.

Gasping for air,

after mouth after mouth covers mine,

tongues tongues tongues tongues,

Coming,

over and over again,

eyes bulging with maddening release.

Alk the while propelled forward,

the floor a conveyor belt,

and just when the pleasure becomes too much to take,

it all goes away,

and I'm dumped unceremoniuosly in a blinding white chamber,

surrounded by mirrors.

And As I crawl to my feet, naked and wet, sore and aching

I look up into the mirror,

and I see that

I am you...

That was the last time I stepped into the Umbra.

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will-mercier
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Sep 21, 2012
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