AMoveableBeast
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“I wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.”― Haruki Murakami
“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.” ― Hunter S. Thompson
I find that on particular days, I am drawn to erotica featuring great, pulling loves, grand copulation with meaning and romance. Like an old black-and-white movie, except the camera doesn't stop rolling at the final kiss.
At other times, I want stories that want nothing of love. I want cupid strapped to a chair in the corner, wide-eyed and horrified by the scene on the bed. I want writhing for the sake of it, moisture and need, release as a religion, greed as a goal.
How about you? Do you like love in your sex? Sex in your love? Punctuated fucking?
“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.” ― Hunter S. Thompson
I find that on particular days, I am drawn to erotica featuring great, pulling loves, grand copulation with meaning and romance. Like an old black-and-white movie, except the camera doesn't stop rolling at the final kiss.
At other times, I want stories that want nothing of love. I want cupid strapped to a chair in the corner, wide-eyed and horrified by the scene on the bed. I want writhing for the sake of it, moisture and need, release as a religion, greed as a goal.
How about you? Do you like love in your sex? Sex in your love? Punctuated fucking?