the burning lotus: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Courage

Between floors, the elevator halts in the burning lotus. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, the burning lotus,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “the burning lotus, watch the burning lotus come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “the burning lotus, faster, the burning lotus!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “the burning lotus, the burning lotus, fuck, the burning lotus!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”