GIGGLING AND STUMBLING

I had a nice evening last night playing spirit guide to a young lady who had quit her job and taken some psychedelic drugs and decided she wanted to go wandering down by the river and crack her whips in the middle of the night.

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GIGGLING AND STUMBLING

Giggling and stumbling, coloured lights flashing all around her periphery, she decided it would be best if she climbed a tree right now. She wrapped her arms around a branch and hoisted herself up against it's trunk, The smell was so rich and fresh and alive. She just stood there for what seemed like hours, her breasts pressed against the solid mass of wood, her hair brushing against the leaves, her nose inflamed with sensation. We looked up at her from the ground, a little worried she might fall, but mostly pleased she was having such a glorious, sensuous time. The water in the creek burbled away.