The Wild Unknown

A Sexual Fantasy

— By Luna_Sangre

I crave to see men, like I crave my freedom after prolonged isolation; Desperately.

When I dream, in the forest of my every attempted escapes, I see the intricate expressions on their faces, their bodies intertwined like leaves. I hear their breath as the wind picks up, their moans enmeshed as one, as the desire cracks open into a wild unknown.

Free me