Offer your heart bravely.

You don't know how else to live but with a big open heart and a mouth connected right to a brain with no brakes, hurtling forward, hoping you break through a wall rather than get crushed like a bug. So the moment you consider Cindi's offer, you say with the confidence of a child or a chump, "I offer you my heart."

Cindi smiles coolly, trying to hide her eagerness, but you notice her lean forward ever so slightly as you lift your sweater revealing the black cage bra you were hoping you would get a chance to show off, but not like this. You stick your hand in your chest, feel it open effortlessly and painlessly around your soft, small fingers as you fumble to find your heart. You feel it hot in your hands and almost pull back, suddenly afraid it will be ugly, but you hold it tight, telling yourself that if you can't love the sight of it, no one will.

You pull it out with one smooth motion, as if you were showing something as simple as a smile as opposed to your soul and potential personified. You don't know who is more stunned by the radiant purple diamond in your hands, Cindi or you. You are stunned speechless, but the ice queen succinctly shouts, "Fuck me! I knew your heart would be huge, but I didn't expect it to be so gorgeous. How the Heavens did you get here without hate sullying that perfect prize?"

Cindi closes the distance between you slowly so as to not panic you. You realize that you should be scared, even terrified, but your heart only quickens in anticipation as she puts her cold hands around your hot organ. She could betray you, of course, and eat you up and enslave you for eternity.

But...

She could have done that just by asking. Instead, she holds your heart her chest and cradles it like a beloved childhood toy as you answer, as usual, way too honestly, "I guess I learned to love myself, or the version of myself I longed for, and it's hard to hold on to hate and still love with all your heart. I know this is weird, but I kind of think I am my own first crush, my own first love. It's all been pretty sudden, but compared to a life spent trying to be a boy, loving myself and being fearless enough to share my heart is easy. So, can I have it back...for now?"

For a moment, Cindi looks tempted to take a bite. Instead, she gives it a chaste kiss and returns it to your chest. Feeling her inside you is more than sexual, but it's not NOT sexual either. You quiver as she squeezes your rapidly racing heart and slowly slides her hand out before saying, "I return your heart to you...for now."

A look of regret runs across her face, chased closely by fear, but she takes a deep breath and says, "I offer you my heart, such as it is." With these words, she pulls her chest open with both hands and shows you the blazing beauty beating inside her. It is at least as big as your, and easily as warm in your hands, but you see holes, like open wounds winding through it. Cindi smiles with a pained expression and answers your unspoken question, "I'm still friends with most of the girls who gave me these wounds, if you can believe it. They are important to me. It almost feels like if I heal them, I will lose the last pieces of our love. But that doesn't stop me from trying to find new love, even if it means I only get hurt again. I know I can be a bitch about it, but I do love my 'slaves' in my little way. I just can't offer them more than a sexual relationship, because I saw their hearts and saw their faces when they saw mine. It's the flinch you see..."

Cindi touches your face and you instinctively nuzzle it as she continues, "It's okay. I don't blame them. I understand why they wouldn't want a holy harlot like me. Or rather, why they are afraid to love me, out of fear of hurting me or getting lost in one of my aching holes. But you..." she presses her lips against yours and whispers, "you didn't flinch" and kisses you with a warmth and wetness that matches the heat of her heart.

You are still holding onto her fiery core as she leads you to her queen sized bed and lays you down with your lips still locked, your tongues and limbs tangled, and your body sliding up against her surprisingly warm flesh. You moan into her mouth as you melt against her warm, wet wounded heart and blistering body as you wrap your limbs tightly around her, grinding greedily. Just when you feel ready to burst open like a ripe fruit crushed between Cindi's thick thigh, she pushes you down on the bed and peels herself off you. Still straddling your slick, struggling lap, Cindi pants, "You know, with MOAN my heart in YELP your hands, you OOH can make me do AAAH anything. So..."