Chapter 1: SAVAGE

He had me by the hair, body taut in his other arm. I was so wet and even though the desk grazed my lower back. He looked me dead in the eyes and spun me without a word. The only language recognizable between us was our bodies. He bent me over the desk almost aggressively,…


I kissed a flame that ignited my heart. Erupted all doubts, And left me with a feeling of pure ecstasy. Raw. I am wet with unadulterated desire. By Bloody I.V. “Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.” -Khalil Gibran