You feel full of mud from the breasts wall behind you. Though the soft sandy stone feels and looks like every lize of breast you could ever think of and some even dream of are in your reach.
You fear if you stay you will be part of this wall instead of the love at the end of this maze that is waiting for you. So you start to walk away from the wall.
The path is ruff as each stone is a pink to a rose like red. With no two looking the same but at the same time something very alike. As you walk along your feet get stuck in a cover of stone. As your body rubs over the surfce of a bunch of stones you hear a moan and the path quivers in bliss.
As you get up you holding and pressing down on some of the stones you hear more moans. The pink stones begin to grow a bit in your hands and you can feel a warmth that was not there before. |