jing

You're sitting in a dimly lit room. There is a small fire crackling in the fireplace, along with a few scented candles spread throughout. The shadows are long, and the air is thick. You feel a yearning inside of you, what it is, you don't know. It's primal, it's instinctual, and it's so.. natural. You feel the anticipation building.. building.. rising to an almost uncontrollable urge within you. Then, suddenly, there is a creak at the door. You turn around quickly, every hair on your body stands straight at attention. Warily, you eye the door, awaiting..