Sign up
Sign in
We stayed in that safe house until the natives went quiet. By the time we left it was more like a fuck house. We made fiery sex, she fed off me, more sex, and eventually I fed off her blood as well.
Nikos Skordilis
Nevena Pascaleva
Follow
--
1
Share
What a blissful existence π
A writer of evocative fiction and introspective personal essays. Owner of the publication "Tales of Blue".
Help
Status
About
Careers
Press
Blog
Privacy
Terms
Text to speech
Teams