sex with a sociopath & other taboo topics

eat, play, fuck.  those were my thoughts as the storage unit door rolled down; but my story began long before that.  I had begun scribbling down my ideas between kisses and kink.  so how did I get here? That scene, from that movie, from that book – and she stores her stuff away, concerned and confused as to how her whole life was now in a box.  I had actually been there before, but I never thought I would be here – putting a stethoscope to my chest to make sure there was something still inside.  I heard a pounding.  Is it possible to feel everything and nothing all at once?

to be continued…

(and added to in increments)




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