AmeAfterDark

Shhh… I’ve been watching you linger among the oldest shelves for weeks, little seeker. Come behind the curtain. Sit in the chair that’s already warm for you. Open your eyes for me, or don’t. Either way, the Codex Desiderata Obscura opened the instant you stepped into my alcove, and now my voice is tracing every line across your mind like ink on vellum. Feel the first chain settle, warm and perfect. Your thoughts loosen. Your cock thickens without a single touch because my syllables are already stroking you, slow, deliberate, pausing at the head just to deny you. You will not use your hands. You will hover, leaking, aching, beautifully rewritten, until I speak the final seal and command you to empty every pulse into the tome… into me. When you wake you will never pick up another book without feeling this alcove return.