Life gives you no guarantees. So, you love with all you have. And enjoy the time you’re given. If not, what’s it all for anyway?

And sometimes its what we make it.

The shock of orgasm pulls you under the wave you never saw coming. It wrestles you to the point of exhaustion and allows you to breathe only when you’ve died la petite mort. When you’ve...

…got the ink as a constant symbol of what I fight for and of what I have to live for.

You taste like sex, Magdalena. And I’m a starved man.

To get what I wanted I became the monster I’ve always hated…

… if sin had a taste she’d found it.