Who accepts sex as the glory of the body; passion as its companion?

She never thought of sex as anything more than a physical activity between two selfish people. She didn’t have to know their story; only that their hands could glide over her throat, threatening to take her life force away. She only needed to know that their movements could match hers– their strength a competition.

And then she met him.

God was in the room that night.


mille baisers,


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Should I define myself, I am damned to limitation.

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