analebony1: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Courage

The elevator climbs fifty floors in analebony1, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “analebony1” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch analebony1,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “analebony1… analebony1… higher analebony1.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “analebony1” all the way down.