Countdown starts from three...I kid you not. See? A trigger-happy firing squad,this is it for real. We’re caught.Make way for the tears, because without spilling them for years there’s a lot.Just stare into my eyes forcing me to do...

"How long do we have to do this?"I'm cuffing his wrist to the bedpost as I sit on his naked chest. "As long as it takes, baby." I reach for his other arm, slide on another handcuff, ratchet it...

Pressure deep in the the abyss of my treacherous soulUnrelenting as if it want to find what little light that leftTender touches or sweet kisses is not in my DNAYet you pushSoftly at first,intensify the pressureI'll swallow  back the...