A Night Fall
Life is a bitch, time for all to be kinky.
Hello my dust of lust.
A nightfall, and you decide what you're going to finish. But in my world, it is a leap that I willingly make in an unsure and unclear moment where everything is to be redone.
This is my bi-monthly newsletter. A diary of my kinks. A free release of my desires. So today, it will be about the Night, and my Fall. The title always says it all. You know it!
How do you fuck the night?
I first wrote “How do you feel the night?” and switched to Fuck. Because it tells us more about us, deep inside. Try to hide during fuck. Simulate, and you get nothing.
Hey Loser, here is your son, two hands on the dick gun. Bimbo Boys turn him on, his lubed ass shine like a sun.
I am fucking around, in this world, with a lot of doubts, and fears, savagely tied by my ego. But I have the force of the weak, this way to walk through because I can only lose.
I am this nocturnal animal, leaving the sunny side, instantly caught in the light beams of normal days. I used to say often in a loop: ”they have the day, we have the night.“
You know this when I am drawing, or writing, I float among violent desires and kinky experiences. It is about Sex and Art. Art and Sex. In the end, all this is so intricate.
I am falling apart. And while I am doing this, jumping into a dark unknown, I can feel and explore the joys of pain. A rejuvenating cure for the next day to come. Jump!
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