A shimmering sparkle floats across the dusty ground. She has been sent with a single purpose: to find his lips.
The wind is strong, too strong, and after a time the sparkle is caught up relentlessly in its gusts and flow, hurling her wildly off course. Higher and higher she is thrown, far into the upper atmosphere and high enough to contemplate the earth below, a glowing orb of blue and white.
Remembering her mission, the sparkle makes herself fall…fast….faster…landing deep into the ocean. Skilfully she navigates the strong ocean currents and the terrifying waves which threaten to drown her. Eventually she nears the shore, riding a particularly large wave high into the air to catch the slipstream. Higher and higher the sparkle flies: past houses, fields, towns, cities, and the cars below that look as small as ants. Higher still she flies, the mountains fresh in her sight. Fresh snow cover the peaks; the temperature is freezing, yet still ever onward she flies. She is close now, she can feel it, the energy which sent her sparking renewed life and vigour.
There. Below. The sparkle falls, honing in on her target like a guided missile. She lands softly on Nolie’s lips, melting into them with all the feeling in which she was sent.
Nolie stands stock-still...an odd sensation, lips tingling pleasantly. His cock twitches, just a little, thoughts of her coursing through his mind. He walks, perhaps a little quicker now than before; a new spring in his step.
