Slave to Desire
Jul 10, 2021
You placed the cassette into the dusty VHS player. The tracking was terrible, the CRT was failing.
But then the woman you'd seen in your dreams came on the screen. Soft moans of pleasure, pulsing pink lights, the pale flesh in neon.
Your very own videodrome. The screen seemed to throb in rhythm with her flesh. You ached to be with the vision, tortured by it's need for you.
She was real. She was yours'. She was everything.
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