What if love had no physical form? What if desire existed beyond the limits of the body—pleasure without touch, intimacy without flesh?
Here’s a sample from Insane Entities, my dark, twisted tale of consciousness, reality, and forbidden love:
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Ridana’s mind shuddered with a strange sensation—desire, yet without physical form. She felt pleasure without touch, an arousal without a body. It was as though invisible fingers traced over her skin, though she had none.
She felt warmth. She felt love.
Caleb felt it, too. Her cold lips pressed against his in the space of their shared consciousness. An imagined embrace, a phantom pressure of legs wrapped around his waist.
They were whole. Perfect. Complete.
The egg within their minds flared—purple, white, red, orange, green, blue. A symphony of colors dancing to the rhythm of their thoughts.
"I love you," Caleb whispered, though no words left his lips.
Ridana felt it. And she responded. "I love you too."
The lights around them transformed, shifting, molding into two figures—his body, hers.
Not flesh and bone. Just light. Pure, flickering, radiant light.
"We are the lights," Caleb murmured, his voice more real than any imagination should allow.
"We are the lights, my love," Ridana whispered back.
Here’s a sample from Insane Entities, my dark, twisted tale of consciousness, reality, and forbidden love:
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Ridana’s mind shuddered with a strange sensation—desire, yet without physical form. She felt pleasure without touch, an arousal without a body. It was as though invisible fingers traced over her skin, though she had none.
She felt warmth.
She felt love.
Caleb felt it, too. Her cold lips pressed against his in the space of their shared consciousness. An imagined embrace, a phantom pressure of legs wrapped around his waist.
They were whole.
Perfect.
Complete.
The egg within their minds flared—purple, white, red, orange, green, blue. A symphony of colors dancing to the rhythm of their thoughts.
"I love you," Caleb whispered, though no words left his lips.
Ridana felt it.
And she responded.
"I love you too."
The lights around them transformed, shifting, molding into two figures—his body, hers.
Not flesh and bone.
Just light.
Pure, flickering, radiant light.
"We are the lights," Caleb murmured, his voice more real than any imagination should allow.
"We are the lights, my love," Ridana whispered back.