Sunday Sin

Like a whore in church, the eyes of the world are upon me each Sunday. Women casting stones, and men, well they all wish they could be my next victim of lust driven rage. As I stand before the world dropping the weapon of words, my body is the canvas to each will create their masterpiece of hate.

A.J. Luna

John 8:7 – So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.

Just a nibble

I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. “There are secrets in here. I want them out.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me.

My secret~
The love of the bite can be the most intoxicating experience that you will ever feel. Some lick, some nibble, and others crave the feeling of skin bursting the moment the teeth lay claim. I am the one who desires the rush of blood, the scent of copper, and the pain. Yes, the pain gets me dripping with excitement.

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