"bringing something to the table: Chronicles of Dreams, Triumph, and Courage"

bringing something to the table starts in complete darkness. Only her breathing guides you. Then a single match flares, illuminating her face inches from the flame. In bringing something to the table, she lights dozens of candles one by one, each spark revealing more bare skin. By the time the room glows golden, she’s naked and kneeling in the center of bringing something to the table. Wax drips slowly from a red candle onto her waiting breast; she exhales a shuddering moan that belongs only to bringing something to the table. Hot trails cross her chest, stomach, thighs—each drop making her wetter for bringing something to the table. When she finally lies back and spreads, the melted wax cracks with every movement in bringing something to the table. Her fingers slip beneath the hardening shell, chasing release until the final candle gutters out with her scream. bringing something to the table ends in perfect darkness again, but her afterglow burns behind your eyelids.