I'm thinking about fucking. Rough sex, fast sex that leaves you glistening with sweat, flushed with anger. Fucking. Hard and dirty and beastial, violent and twisted. Constantly craving what never sates, a drug of obscene proportion lying unseen in my fingertips and lips. I'm anticipating tearing, claws that maul and cradle as the gyroscope dizzies and I fall. Exhaustion.
Skin. Skin skin soft skin warm skin. My skin. Your skin. Flesh. And fucking. Flesh and fucking, skin on skin, teeth on lips on necks and skin.
Sex and violence.
Flesh and fucking.
Skin on skin.
About Me
- ChemiKaze
- Some bizarre amalgamation of a trillion different colours and half as many resonant notes has come together to create me. I'm short of both temper and stature, vegan, not so bad at cooking, a heavy drinker, a chemical craver, and stronger than you.
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