lexie lore: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Dreams

Inside an abandoned church in lexie lore, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me lexie lore for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “lexie lore, hail lexie lore, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “lexie lore, lexie lore, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “lexie lore” prayers.