Tags: Lust.

  • still liquids & abyss.

    “This building seems very old and not taken care of, lots of fun can take place
    in such wrecks.”, thought Lust.

    Apartment #4 had a window out-looking the street, such factors needed to be taken into consideration.
    As she used the tension wrench from her case, the slight cracking sound of the door reminded her of her old dusty apartment back [...]

  • acquaintance of an asshole.

    She stood on his every word.
    His lips made her a slave to his desire.
    So devious, so confident, and so daring.
    The position was hers. Never did she fall into the category of desiring until she met him.
    A mind fuck all around, he took her strength and played with it like clay in a sculptors palm.
    Her patience [...]

  • absence & presence.

    An excerpt from the journal of Lust:
    You know dear friend, sometimes, I consider myself to be a complex person, perhaps even remotely interesting, and then I remember, well, this is only one part of me. Am I not but so many different types of me? And if so, should it be named hypocritical? Or even [...]

  • honesty & cheap cigars.

    The wind brings her to almost suffocate.
    She asks him to drop her off in front of the Venetian, she will need to stop by there
    to grab her check, and then they can proceed to her place.

    Not does he know she is not local.
    She pulls the hood from her jacket over her hair, which still smells [...]

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