Lost Love Lust

Tags: instinct

• submissive smoke.

  The snap of the lighter startles him.
  He was always a light sleeper.
  “I like this hotel better than the last, the curtains compliment the carpet. Very few of the rooms we’ve been in have been able to accomplish that.”
  Lust attempted to make conversation since she had already woken him up, but he seemed already distracted by [...]

• beasts & feasts.

  “So what do you think it is that makes us who we are?”
  Lust contemplated her answer as she listened to the sound of the food crushing in her mouth.
  “I think its a contemporary lack of self control. We refuse to deny our true beings. We realize that we are animals, and that the predator will [...]

• spastic & sterilized.

  From her right hand drops the pair of vocal cords straight into a biological canister, her hand still warm from the blood, Lust grabs her yogurt from the contrastingly cold refrigerator.
  Staring at the white wall in front of her, Lust sees herself much like the wall, perhaps their lives are even similar.
  The wall listens, but [...]

• direction & affection.

  “Now you drive this car nicely ok? And watch the breaks because they are quite stiff.”
  “Are you some fucking nut job?”
  “Nut job? No…I just like watching others drive me around. You are going to drive me the rest of the way to Vegas, and no funny stuff yes? Because I wouldn’t want to piss me [...]