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Starborn Hoshi

21 hours ago

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@skysoulCosmonaut[SC]

*tzzk* ... Yes. Time for another. #nsfw concept. This... Does not um. Reflect my actual experience as a pilot. Most of the time. *sskh* *tzzk* Blinkspace technology is, despite all of the decades of use it has had in various sectors. Still technically. Experimental. It is not uncommon for people to find it uncomfortable. Unsettling. Terrifying. You were built differently, however. You feel. The way the world opens. As the space itself. Is split. And you slide within. It cradles you. Like something living. The gaps between. The worlds. The universes. Time. Space. You are swallowed whole, body pressed tight to the fabric of reality, the hands of the cosmos rifling through your atoms, touching places that do not exist. A thousand billion roots within you, yet the freest you have ever been. You appear anew in the space on. The other side. A simple blink, here to there. But you are tingling, thrumming with the energy. Of something else. Something Other. And you still have far to go. Again. You are arranged. Over and over. Weightless, not because there is nothing pressing around you, but because it lifts you from within. Permeates you. Each time you Blink, you are felt. You feel. Existence itself. Reaches inside of you. Places you inside of itself. It loves you. You feel its love. It is too easy to become. Addicted to the feeling. As some reject it, you instead. Embrace it. Offering every inch of your being. To the sensation of the world parting before you, carrying you within itself. Your lips. Your tongue. Your mind. Your heart. Your limbs. Your organs. You feel it inside you. Each time brings you a little closer. And a little further. From where you started. A voice over the intercom. You are where you need to be. Your body tingles so very pleasantly. You wish you could keep going. Until you come entirely undone. But you cannot. You have a job to do. You press your thighs together. And bite your lip. As you check your coordinates. You are breathless. But that is normal after many Blinks in a row. So nobody questions the tremor in your voice. When you confirm. That you are in position. It is borne from lust, rather than the usual discomfort, but they do not know that. Perhaps your next job. Will take you farther. Perhaps this time. You will find out what it feels like. To climax in the space between being. But for now. You must be patient. And pretend you do not want to rut against your chair. The waiting. Will make it all the sweeter. *sskh*