Behind the Scenes of "my condition my condition was in": Stories of Dreams and Courage

my condition my condition was in starts in complete darkness. Only her breathing guides you. Then a single match flares, illuminating her face inches from the flame. In my condition my condition was in, 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 my condition my condition was in. Wax drips slowly from a red candle onto her waiting breast; she exhales a shuddering moan that belongs only to my condition my condition was in. Hot trails cross her chest, stomach, thighs—each drop making her wetter for my condition my condition was in. When she finally lies back and spreads, the melted wax cracks with every movement in my condition my condition was in. Her fingers slip beneath the hardening shell, chasing release until the final candle gutters out with her scream. my condition my condition was in ends in perfect darkness again, but her afterglow burns behind your eyelids.