THE BLINDING OBSESSION

The Night HE Returned Home 2/2 (Lemon)

PLOT: By then it might seem like a invalid move, just right when things were darkening...her memory slideshows like skip scene of everything she forgot, had been through and done within the time it's passed, thousands of visions pops back of Michael, that mask of HIS as well of their child. Names were with them.

The purple tint of her face had HIM ease off the choke and right when it did....

Joanna: "MICHAEL!!" Came from her voice.

HE didn't side-on with a tilt, but released those hands away from her throat down to draping the delts slow 'n' teaseful, for it to show...Michael was in that mood and wanted her to tag along matching HIS condition. But HE didn't have to try very hard - bc, she afflicted it herself the second it caught onto who HE is and this close made it right.

The revenant way was - that turned her on, without a skipping beat of seduction foreplay on the brain.

Fairness not levelised by exposures - She is bare and HE isn't. HIS body was conveyed, covered with them overalls as canonical style that HE'D wear nothing but.. just how bland an overwear blue suit with grey splodges of car oil down it and a cloud shady mask can be in the dark is what HE chooses. Being that blank, pale personality figure of homicide hell HE'S cut out to Dr.Loomis as and nothing but wrathed by a fire road.

MICHAEL: When my soul mate cursed out what didn't think she would, it told me that whatever the Colorado torturist man did must've worn off on her memories?? Or me forcefully choking her brought it back?

All that I seen was she knew me again, and it mattered.

Saying my name with nothing wardrobed onto her body gave the attraction that I get! The intimate urge growing to blade-like steel in my jumpsuit and grayish unders.

My Mind; "She has always planted that react on me since year 1978 when I met her and felt the strength of her affection towards me" I thought fairly and was not even far from the truth.

Our contact of sights meet in the center as I look into her eyes while she attended to find mine. My mask made it a difficulty for any lifesack I'm killing to see and that it is dark out and where we are... shadows did their job!

If I was made to have a spirit perhaps they'd be visible but it just isn't me!

JOANNA: It came back from one thing...

Some source of such triggered it, all I know came flooded back to my vocabulary and staring into the face of who I love here, was the feel like I had been jail freed. No cuffs.

What I see is;
.....

I was backward in mentality.

I seen the dEvil as my Angel! A carved shield that what HE has and is, protects me.

Smiling like I always do at HIM and yet if HE'S replicating it back at me...? Well.. I can't verify it by Hallows truly!

Before I knew it... ...I was wraithed into HIS arms. But not like a bride care carry.. HE lifts me up and my attractive side onto the brooding quality that drifts me to mindlessly float back has my legs lock around HIS waistline and no hustle to my weight just headed for the landmark of lovemaking territory - the bed/bedroom and softly spun to be back facing it then sat HIMSELF down.

And I can hate to ever descent what I love when I feel it...

That hardening....tool was hogging close-up between my legs and no other way to explain that it was just how a baguette rests on the counter as you place it down, only this one is attached to move!