In my American southern Gothic portmanteau, i am uninhibited, when it comes to the opposite sex. Not surviving on pornography alone. Listening to voices in my head. My ink becoming my mind's apothecary, fantasizing debauchery with ex my mother-in-law,...

I am your Guru...you a whore, arching,your mouth my cock's bed as my tongue takes laps between your thighs,dancing on your labia of bitter cyanidea requiem, prayer of ecstacydrawing blood, because...death never felt so goodclawing at my back

A taste beyond words the ecstasy of licking the engorged clitoris of Annachelle ex my mother in law on a hot and humid night giving her license to cum freely on my tongue. As I slurp up her creamy...

naked unconfessed, these heels are made for walking my mouth a chalice, i drink you down slowly, my thighspressed onto the altar as i take you between my lips with the rosary, as you taste my soul's terra fima...

“That ain’t your usual lipstick,” Gabriel murmured, flicking ash onto the damp wooden planks beneath his boots. The porch light buzzed faintly, painting half his face in jaundiced yellow, the other half swallowed by the Louisiana dark. His thumb...

wherefore art thou? echoing the cadence of naked flesh, unrestrained, carnal desires dancing across your breasts, awakening the hunger of twilight's envy between your dripping thighs...unbuttoned, unashamed, swelling the tongue of your pink hombre unravelling beneath my mouth, delicious blasphemy...