Page 27 of Teddy Bear

Danny pushes his thumb deeper as I suck lustfully.

I feel myself sinking steadily to the bottom along with the shattered and burned pieces of everything that could once be called belongings and home - the cracked rearview mirror of our car, a burned piece of the front door, parts of tables and chairs along with the legs of the bed, more broken glass and a handful of torn wallpaper, all along with thousands of pieces of extinguished black junk.

I surrender my body to the underwater current that pulls me towards it.

I melt the sweet cotton candy until all that's left in my mouth is the sweet, frothy taste of tenderness and promised love. The taste of peace, the promised security, and the reward that awaits me at the end of the thorny road.

Black waves gently run through my loose hair.

Danny caresses the brown curls scattered across his lap. He removed his thumb from my mouth and gently wiped the drool with a light movement of his hand. The boat's deck sways lightly under the rush of the stronger lake current.

A dim pink light fills the thick and sticky space under the black water. I realize that the sky, now high above, has suddenly turned purple, bathed in the warm light of roses and grace.

How magical, I think to myself, trapped deep at the bottom of a black lake.

A sudden and strange tenderness floods my senses as I try to understand its origin, in a place where it shouldn't be.

I hit something hard with my back, the earthen, sandy floor is now beneath me- a small wave of light memory flows through my brain creating a bridge between my hypnotic visions - I realize that this is very similar to when I was buried in the most beautiful rose garden - only now instead of a rose garden and a deep grave, I alone, along with the fragments of my cracked mind and burned life, am buried inside a deep, black lake.

I realize I've hit rock bottom.

My white, pale, emaciated body now lies helpless on the lake floor.

Pieces of fire, accident, and chaotic explosion now lie all around me, reminding me of our shared death, and that together with them, my place is here, in the depths of black oblivion from which there is no way out.

They remind me that my place is deep below the surface, in the muddy mud of the black lake.

They remind me that my place is under the current of powerful waves that forever cover me with their blissful oblivion.

They remind me that I am sinking, finally and irrevocably, towards depths that I didn't even know existed.

Black, swirling algae touch my knees and thighs, soothing my trembling, shaking body with their gentle, undulating motion.

Danny touches my legs and knees, slowly moving down to my inner thighs.

I like this feeling.

I like the dedication to the terrible black depth, without any control or power over the current that carries me to itself, and does whatever it wants with my helpless body.

I like surrendering to the black water that knows every part of me and caresses me more tenderly than it would ever be possible in real life.

Teddy's blind eyes emerge from the black depths and stare at me unblinkingly, and his powerless, dismembered plush body is completely distorted under the influence of the huge amount of water and the strong water current.

His plush hand extended to me again.

I turn my head, not wanting to look at Teddy's sunken eyes and bloated, misshapen body.

Instead, I surrender to the vortex that grows stronger around me, at the base of my feet and toes, surrender to the sandy ground into which I almost sink, and the strong waves that now have me pinned to the ground, bearing down on me with all their weight.

Danny puts his cock in my quite wet pussy, French-kissing my open lips.

In the darkness of the black water I see that face again - a black mask, this time not from the earth, but from the water, which takes my body, unreservedly and shamelessly invading the space of my small, tight eager pussy, filling me with its swollen flesh and a strong water current pinning me to the very bottom.

He is earth and water - he is the very force - he is lust - primal and hungry, which does not shy away from showing me in the rawest possible way that I am now his, and that I belong to him, in the depths of blackness and the abyss that swallows me up.

His movements are strong, relentless, my nails filling with sand as I dig my fingers into the muddy bottom and spread my thighs, letting him go deeper and deeper.

Danny is fucking me rough while biting my cracked lips and neck; the small boat is shaking on the trembling lake surface.