I’m not just hiding out up here to avoid the wedding madness. I’m inspired being here with a clear view of the stars. I’ve been doing my best work. I just know that the gallery is going to choose my piece. I feel it in my bones.
Or maybe that’s you I feel inside me? You said you could feel when I’m happy. I’ve been happier than I’ve been in a long time this past week. I’ve been feeling really confident and secure. I suppose that’s you.
I’m also feeling hornier than I’ve felt in months. Maybe even years. Do you know that word? Horny? It means I’m aroused. Sexually. Are you doing that to me? I’m about to run out of batteries for my vibrator. Do you know what that is? Do they have sex toys where you’re from?
Oh my God! I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you. But I don’t feel the need for a filter. I don’t feel the need to be anything but myself.
So there you have it. I’m happy. I’m horny. And I’m filled with inspiration. I’m gonna go use the last of my batteries and then get some work done. So if you feel a little happier than usual in the next hour, you’re welcome!
~Dani
Stardust,
I felt that.
The moment your pleasure peaked, the moment your breath caught—stars. It crashed into me like a solar flare. I staggered. I gripped the edge of the throne and fell to my knees. My guards thought I’d been struck. They came rushing in. I told them it was nothing.
But it was everything.
It was you.
Your joy, your release, your desire. It shimmered across the bond like a current of heat and light. I’ve never felt anything more sacred. Or erotic. Or mine.
You were thinking of me as you touched yourself. I know it. I swear I saw it. I think I heard it. Did you call me Rye? I like that name. I expect to have you screaming it at the top of your lungs very soon.
I’m making something for you. It won’t need batteries.
Keep a lookout in the portal. When it arrives, know that I’ve already imagined your hands unwrapping it. Your mouth parting in surprise. Your thighs parting in pleasure. And my name, the name only you can call me, falling from your lips when we finally meet and I take your pleasure into my hands instead of just feeling it from a galaxy away.
You’ve shaken me, Stardust. You’ve brought a prince to his knees. I will return the favor.
Soon.
—O
Stardust,
Like selari and roses, a woman’s flower opens fully when treated with attention and care. So I’ve made you a flower of my own.
The magic from our bond has expanded enough that I can pass this parcel through the mailbox. The device you’ll find in this parcel is modeled after your Earth rose. Though it’s not a flower in the way your botanists would define it. It’s crafted from a responsive biothermal alloy that attunes itself to your bond signature. It was designed for you and only you. No key, no password, no batteries. Only your body’s energy can wake it.
I’ve sculpted it with a petaled design, much like the rose you drew for me. Embedded inside is a frequency reader that responds to changes in your pulse, your breathing, the flush of your skin. The more you surrender to sensation, the more the device learns what pleases you. It listens. It responds. Just as I would if I were there.
You’ll find an illustration enclosed. Yes, I put myself in the illustration because I will be watching you, my brilliant star. I will feel every pulse of your heart, every clench of your muscles, every gasp that escapes your lips.
I know you’re alone on your side of the portal, but if you bring yourself close—close enough to feel the pulse of our bond—I promise you, you won’t feel alone.
When you’re ready, disrobe and kneel near the portal.
Hold the flower in your hand.
Place it where you want me most.
Activate it by whispering my name.
I will feel it. I will feel you.
The device will do the rest.
