Touch, taste, smell, all the important senses that complemented my sight of the club, the commotion and the bodies grinding together in rhythmatic motion to a techno beat. My heightened sense of smell was leading me through the crowd of dancers with the aroma of perfume, sweat and the hint of blood pulsing hard beneath skin. I whetted my rubied ( Read more... )

I'm your bitch, I'm your whore, I'm everything you'll adore.


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