Category: Erotica
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Tide of Ruin
It’s five in the morning,and the air is sharp, like the edge of My blade before the first cut.I’m awake,thinking about you—about how I want to lap at your cunt the way the North Atlantic lashes the cliffs of Ireland.Not to soothe.To punish.To erode.To claim. Not a kiss.A reckoning. I’m not here for romance.I’m here…
Carolina Confidential 