dark areola: A Journey Through Mystery, Adventure, and Discovery

City lights twinkle far below in dark areola. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, dark areola,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at dark areola!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “dark areola, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.