Entrapped in this eternal depth she quarrels,
Fighting for her way out,
She reaches out for Lauren who can no longer see her,
Falling deeper and deeper into a world of darkness,
She waited,
She waited until Lauren was done her masterpiece before she left for work,
They toyed around with each other teasing and moaning in each other's ears,
Lauren had been working on an art piece she named Eternal Depth,
It was big, it was black and it was beautiful,
I couldn't take my eyes off it,
The way it worked the room in stillness,
The way she danced moving her voluptuous hips,
I can tell she was always happy when she was creating,
It turned me on so much watching her live and love through art,
I waited,
I waited until she soaked my panties enough to stuff them in her gym bag so that she would secretly find them later,
A little role play to pass the time,
Once the door shuts I grab a glass of wine and my vibrator,
I pulled up a chair facing directly in front of the art piece,
I wanted to feel it's grooves inside of me,
Through my mind,
My body,
And my spirit,
I wanted to become closer to Lauren,
After finishing about half my glass I sit the wine down on the floor,
I park both of my legs on each side of this fuzzy chair,
I gaze my eyes to the direct center of the art piece,
I moved my hands around my body,
Starting with my thighs,
Then underneath my bralette,
And then glancing over my clitoris,
I imagined Lauren there kissing the side of my neck,
Rolling her lips between my thighs,
As I am about to cum I lose sensation in my fingertips,
My toes begin to shrink,
My eyes are cranked open with no room to blink,
Eternal Depth has swallowed me whole,
I always joked about getting trapped inside one of her art projects,
But this was some next-level shit,
For hours and hours, I felt like I was drowning in an endless ocean,
My own cum,
Finally, Lauren returns from work to see my half-empty glass of wine and an empty apartment,
She looked around calling my name,
I stood on the other side banging on what appeared to be a two-sided glass,
She can't see or hear me screaming for help,
Lauren picks up my phone, my shoes, and my purse and asks herself,
How could she leave without any shoes...
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