LOST

It could be bleeding that I need – so that I can see the life within, And that time heals the wounds, but the scars remain, A reminder, A portrait, A lesson. A win.

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The Smutlancers

Writing about sex and getting paid to do it

A Sexual Being

Where the lines of fantasy and reality blur…

Voluptuous Delight

Purely curvy & delightfully voluptuous

Heartstring Eulogies

Conjured by Sarah Doughty

ray's prasetya

Musings of an alcoholic writer