Candy Apples…

smooth creamy custard for skin bounces around the black silky panties as the hand smacks down on repeat and her cheeks blush as she sighs into the burn and pushes her ass back closer to his face which is just out of reach of the flushed bubble and above his… 

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ESCANDOLA…

there’s a circle of men around the piano leaning over cocktails singing loudly to the tune that the piano player plays and due to the bustling bar atmosphere it takes me a moment to recognize the song and i look to Alex and Veronica and Sade as they mouth the… 

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HEIGHTISM…

i masturbate as thoughts run all over my brain and press down on the vibrator more for the strange electrical sensation than for pleasure, it seems to help me concentrate, and i focus in on blowjobs and have a silent discussion with myself on the topic of dominance and think… 

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BONSAI TREES…

he went to a rum house to drink scotch and we rock paper scissors best out of three and Mexican it is and chicken mole burrito and veggie fajitas and fingers licked and outside lightness comes from the darkness the moon hazes through opaque tights and it is beautiful and… 

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CHIAROSCURO…

lips upon folds upon legs upon spreads and the man wearing a black eyepatch serves us tequila over the bar and three sets of legs dangle from stools and we discuss tribbing in detail and tribadism derives from a greek word which means “a woman who practises unnatural vice with… 

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CORPORAL CRAPS…

the first roll of the dice decides which implement will be used and the second how many strokes will be given and it lands on four and then nine and she looks down at the line up and counts left to right and eyes fall onto the fourth which the… 

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LIFE…

Mark Morrisroe book in my living room Mona’s ass “Queen Margot” screen shot at Mel’s containers for needles for the scrotum Alex and Veronica’s wall and the art on it Lynsey and Jayel’s finger sandwiches

THE OTHER DAY…

to watch Mona play stimulates my everything.

SCINTILLATION…

the forest smells sweet tonight like a mixture of wet flowers and leaves and earth and on the back of a Harley zipping through pockets of cold and then warm wind i smell his jacket and the combination of nature and leather fills my nostrils and i close my eyes… 

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MONA, LAST NIGHT, AT CHEER’S THAI…

my all time favorite badass.