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We struggle — first him above me, my two hands held gripped in one of his above my head, then him flipped under me, his hips held down with mine… Read more »
Tag: Honesty
She is always beautiful.
Faceless. But beautiful. Features blurred. Or masked, in the event the angles of her face fall into too sharp of relief. Faceless and nameless. Naked. Bound. Her body is beautiful…. Read more »
Feverish Advice
Don’t underestimate mud puddles. You can drown in them. Never get deeply involved with shallow people.
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There is no such thing as a naked truth. It is shrouded in the gossamer wisps of individual perception; it’s honest beauty a guileless ingenue, costumed for its audience. Truth… Read more »