Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
We continue our walk, discussing new ideas for our next performance. Our excitement and creativity flow freely between us, each suggestion building on the last. The bond we share is not just romantic but creative, a partnership in every sense of the word.
“Imagine incorporating more of your empathic abilities,” Marcus says, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. “We could create an experience that feels truly magical, connecting with the audience on an even deeper level.”
I squeeze his hand, loving the way his mind works. “I love that idea. We could make the magic feel even more real, more tangible.”
We pause to watch the jugglers, their colorful balls and clubs spinning through the air in a mesmerizing display. I lean into Marcus, feeling his warmth and strength. This is where I belong, by his side, creating something extraordinary.
As night falls, the main stage is bathed in the warm glow of spotlights. The audience’s anticipation is a tangible force, a wave of energy that washes over us as we stand behind the curtains, ready to take the stage. I feel the familiar rush of excitement, the thrill of connecting with the audience’s emotions.
Marcus and I step into the spotlight, the audience’s applause roaring in our ears. We begin our act, a mesmerizing blend of illusions and empathic connection. Our synergy is electric, our connection deepening with each act. The audience is spellbound, their reactions a mix of awe and delight. Every illusion is enhanced by my empathic abilities, making the magic feel real.
We share a moment of silent communication, our eyes locking as we execute a particularly challenging illusion flawlessly. The bond between us is unbreakable, our trust implicit. The performance reaches its climax, and the audience erupts into thunderous applause. We take our bows, our hearts full of joy and satisfaction.
Backstage, the atmosphere is buzzing with excitement and congratulations. Performers and crew members praise us, their words heartfelt and genuine. It feels incredible to be recognized, to know that our hard work and dedication have paid off.
Later, we retreat to the cozy interior of our caravan. It’s a stark contrast to the bustling circus grounds outside, a sanctuary of warmth and intimacy. We relax on the bed, the soft glow of lanterns creating a serene atmosphere.
I rest my head on Marcus’s shoulder, my fingers intertwined with his. “We did it again,” I murmur, my voice filled with contentment.
Marcus kisses the top of my head, his heart swelling with love. “And we’ll keep doing it, for as long as we can.”
We discuss our dreams and plans for the future, our conversation filled with hope and excitement. I share my ideas for new acts, while Marcus talks about exploring new places with the Misfit Cabaret. His eyes light up with a tender intensity as he speaks.
“You know, Clara, I’ve been thinking a lot about our future. I’m eager to have a family with you. I want to raise kids with you, show them the magic of this world.”
His words fill me with a warm, glowing happiness. “You have so much love to give, Marcus. Raising kids with you would be the joy of my life. I feel so lucky that I broke down on that road and found you six months ago. It seems unbelievable how quickly time has passed.”
Marcus looks at me, his eyes shining with emotion. “When I found you on the side of the road crying, I found the other half of my soul.”
Tears well up in my eyes, not from sadness but from an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. I lean in and kiss him, the connection between us deep and profound. The night deepens, but the promise of a brighter future keeps us awake, our minds buzzing with possibilities.
Marcus pushes the covers off me then, his eyes dark with intent as he grabs me, pulling me on top of him in one swift motion. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and I can feel his hard erection pressing right against my center, like an arrow seeking its target. His hand moves between us, brushing against my clit, and a shiver of pleasure races through me.
He pulls me down onto his cock, filling me deep, stretching me in ways I never imagined. His arms hold me tight, and he buries his head in my shoulder, moving gently until his lips are at my earlobe.
"God, I love how responsive you are. I love how your pretty pink pussy takes my cock. A fucking perfect fit, baby," he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. Then, without warning, he lifts me and slams me down hard on himself, making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. His cock is so hard, so big, that I feel like he’s going to split me in two. In this position, I feel every inch of him, and it’s both overwhelming and blissful. My head falls onto his shoulder, and I bite down gently, my nails digging into his back. My actions seem to drive him wild, and he starts pumping into me vigorously.