#supplicant

I keep her spread with one hand and then use the other to push her pants and knickers down to her ankles, enough to free one leg, which I sling over my shoulder. God, yes, this—this right here, with her thigh warming my ear and her hips angled just right against my face—I have to live the rest of my life like this. My face buried in her and my nose bumping her clit as I fuck her with my tongue, as I stab into her and swirl and lick, and then move up to suckle at her while her pleasure slicks all over my face.

— Veteran political strategist James Carville in conversation with Ari Melber at MS NOW.

The word pretzel is quite a good one to describe Graham's frequent contortions.

Challenge #04886-M137: Go Back to the Fire

A devotee of Khasis and Gibil, the fire and the forge, arrives to give libations to the Divines. Only, the devotee becomes confused, as one God is singular non-binary and the other is a hypostasis of multiple divine aspects…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypostasis_(philosophy_and_religion)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYOUFGfK4bU -- Deathshead419

Offerings to gods can vary in substance, but agree on theme. Various deities all over Alfarell are offered various liquids to drink. Few take blood any more, and many prefer wine. Two like volatile oil.

Technically three, if you count Aurorus. But His temples' eternal flame is carefully fed by donations from the devout.

For Khasis of the Forge and Gibil of the Flame, the preferred libation is lamp oil or, if the devotee is in need of lamp oil, sufficiently strong alcohol.

They often share the same temple space, since their work is related. Which definitely confuses devotees making their offerings. Some clerics follow both, some only follow one, and some only follow one aspect of one. Which only confuses the devotees more.

but I am enough.

My Lord reminded me earlier: "Falling in love is so easy. Working for the love to be maintained is hard. You're worth it. Am I worth it to you?"

I said yes meekly and clung to their chest. I couldn't get the words out so I'll write them here.

Yes. A million times yes. I am an open wound willing to drag myself through sand and salt just to feel a drop of your salve. You are stunning, magnificent, comforting.

When I cried because I upset you, it wasn't because I was mad at you for having feelings. It was because I found myself fallen out of favor in even a small way with someone I worship so deeply and fully. I cried because it felt like the clouds had closed in on me and were going to drown me in my own despair. I felt guilt, shame and anger at myself.

But you reminded me that I don't have to be perfect. "Do you expect me to be perfect?" You asked. No. Never. I love the imperfect breathing idol you are to me. I love the human being who needs my devotion. I'll allow you to correct and love the broken parts of me too.

You are worth every tear, every act towards redemption and your praise. When you slid your cock in between my tits and held my face while you got yourself off on me, I felt like I was finally home again with you. I was able to redeem myself within and regain your smile. All because you reminded me that I am loveable.

Okay, so this is going to take a bit of explaining.

I was doing some research for another project when I came across a book from 1921 that purported to have classified all the dramatic situations that can occur in stories. Supposedly there were 36 of these split into sub-types. I think in the 100 years since there a few more have been found, but that's beside the point.

The point was I looked at this list of situations and immediately went "Holy cow, this is a great prompt list."

Look, when inspiration strikes after you've written absolutely nothing for three months, you run with it.

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