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Minimalism
🕑 Added 2025-03-07 11:25:55 +0000 UTCKamilah arrived at her apartment after an endless day at the office. The meetings, the emails, the furtive glances of admiration she received as she passed by—it all weighed on her like a second skin. The safety of her spare, minimalist home was her refuge, a sanctuary she had carefully curated to match the precision of her life. She closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the stillness, and dropped her purse on the hallway table.
“Another day of being fabulous and efficient,” she murmured, her voice tinged with both pride and exhaustion. She kicked off her burgundy heels and lined them up neatly by the door, a small act of order in a chaotic world.
In the hallway mirror, her reflection stared back at her: a woman with a glowing dark complexion, thick, abundant afro hair, and an impeccable outfit that clung to her figure. To anyone else, she was the picture of perfection. But no one could guess the truth—her extraordinary beauty was only the surface. Beneath it lay something far more unusual.
She moved into her bedroom, a space of clean lines and muted tones. A queen-sized bed dressed in white and gray linens dominated the room. A plain white nightstand held a sleek lamp, a small steel tray, and an acrylic box. Beyond that stood her closet perfectly organized, a dresser with clean edges, and a vanity table adorned with just enough makeup to maintain her polished facade. Every detail was deliberate, every object in its place.
Kamilah began her nightly ritual. She peeled off her tight jacket and skirt, revealing her statuesque figure. Her bra and underwear fell to the floor as she approached the vanity. Standing nak ed, she took a deep breath and studied her reflection.
“Nothing more minimalist than nud ity,” she said quietly, a wry smile playing on her lips. “Though it’s time to go even further.”
She reached up and grasped her hair, thick and voluminous, and with a slight twist of her wrist, she removed it from her head as though it were a wig. Her afro, a cascade of curls, now lay lifeless on the vanity chair. Her scalp was smooth, unmarked.
“God, I love my hair,” she murmured, stretching her neck, “but it’s a relief to be free of its weight.”
Next, she turned her attention to her chest. She cupped her perfectly shaped, generously sized breasts and, with a small tug, gently pulled them away. They rolled onto the dresser, their rounded forms seeming to breathe for a moment before settling into stillness. Kamilah smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. “My coworkers would kill for these,” she said, flexing her back. “But they have no idea how good it feels to let them go at the end of the day.”
She sat on the edge of her bed and slid a hand down to her crotch. With practiced ease, she brought her fingers through her legs and dug her nails in. A firm but gentle tug, and she removed both her vagina and anus, placing them carefully on the steel tray. Next, she moved to her ears. She grasped each lobe and pulled firmly, peeling them away. As they came off, silence enveloped her, thick and absolute.
“Ah, blessed silence,” she whispered, though her voice was barely audible without her ears to catch it.
She removed her nose and then her mouth, placing them in the acrylic box alongside the other removed pieces. Last came her eyes. She plucked them out one by one, and the world around her vanished in an instant.
Now featureless, completely androgynous, Kamilah lay back in her bed. The softness of the sheets against her skin and the perfect temperature of the room were all she felt. In this form, she was at peace. Without sight, sound, or smell, she was alone with herself, free from the noise of the world.
“There’s nothing more relaxing than this,” she thought, her mind drifting. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll see if I can be even more minimalist.”
And with that, she slipped into sleep, her body a blank canvas, her mind a quiet sea.
Comments
Adam
Feel.
Oni Destiny
Without any eyes... How can she wake up? She don't know where everything is.
Максим Петюшка
How does she wake up in the morning?
