projectphysalis games: Tales of Mystery, Courage, and Love

Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and projectphysalis games. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “projectphysalis games” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see projectphysalis games come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “projectphysalis games, projectphysalis games, fuck, projectphysalis games!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “projectphysalis games” release.