Ooh I want! I want haunted the child running into darkness down long corridors of delight no, I don't want to go outside let me, let me wandering in the dark, I want, I want oh so nothing!
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Locked in my little room, on break, I stopped studying for a while. Scrolling around now in front of my zombie screen. An Asian man who has to estimate the weight of three very busty women, feels and smells, she squeezes him between her breasts and then he emerges, looking intoxicated. Lost in size. Fake... Lees verder →
Luring cigars
Between the terrace and me is a canal where pleasure boats pass by. Across the street, an old cigar shop flaunts itself. It tempts me. But I don't go. I won't take those big leaves rolled on woman thighs anymore. I don't want to be a copy of him. My bio dad. He procreated and... Lees verder →
To be alive
I am 21, and at this age I am really discovering it, that I am alive, or rather becoming aware that I am effectively breathing, feeling and being who I am. That my mind and body are one unit, which together can control each other, and that both are inseparable here on this globe. But... Lees verder →
Life for lust (Part 3)
It's just sex We were in film history class. German Expressionism. What I found an incredibly fascinating art period, did nothing for a while. It was as if Faust was sitting next to me and whispered, go now man, do it now, you'll be rid of it. Nosferatu, Murnau 1922 It was Rusty sitting next... Lees verder →
Life for lust (Part 2)
It's your choice "And how about if I go one day to the ladies of pleasure?"A long silence fell in the car. I could see his thoughts grinding. As if he first had something, like yes, of course, I did it also, and then suddenly changed his mind."Uhm, well, son, that depends on what you... Lees verder →
Life for lust (Part 1)
Part One I'm going to do it. Otherwise, I will jump on every human being who looks me in the eyes and smiles or better laughs at me, while I’ll give my whole soul and it would be sucked dry only to be extinguished like a cigarette butt afterwards. I don't want to enter a... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 