diaboli virtus in lumbis est

I once collected broken souls.. feasted on some, repaired others, twisted and remolded a few to see the result. Now, I suppose I just work to understand and share in the chaos.


We needed movement.. nerve endings, moving in an asynchronized show of rage, passion, exuberance.. all of that jazz. Our mastery over our flesh allowed for self expression past all superficial understanding.


alanfuckingkhan:

I think I write because I’ve always had this useless need to capture everything about a woman. Every single one I’ve met. Every single aspect about them. The god awful swirl in me that builds when I see their spine showing through their shirts and the strength in their voices. Their cruelty and their grace, I have to paint that picture several times and fail several times because nothing in my life matters to me more than the soul of women.


"When I look at him, I see the darkest side of myself, elemental ferocity cast in a semblance o’ humanity … A shark made sentient an’ given a twisted sense o’ humor." View Larger

"When I look at him, I see the darkest side of myself, elemental ferocity cast in a semblance o’ humanity … A shark made sentient an’ given a twisted sense o’ humor."


He sat on the ground in front of her; she let her shins touch the back of his shoulder. He turned, placing his palms on her ankles, she smiled and choked on her breath. He glared at her as he placed his lips on the inside of her right knee, pushing his kiss against her to slowly slide her leg open. He grabbed the waist of her shorts, “Slide these off.” She raised her legs above his head and slid them toward her ankles, her bits and pieces on proud display. She spread her legs on either side of him once they were off.

He placed his hands just above her knees, his thumbs on the inside of her thighs. “Slide toward me.” She slid down the couch toward him, his hands barely touching her flesh as her legs glided past his hands. He gently squeezed the soft space just before her center as she stopped. The brusque cruelty of his stopping just before made her hips rise. Warmth was apparent near her wetness. “This will be long. And slow.”