I've always had diaries, and I've always burnt them. I hope this time, the web saves them from me.
I am a he, or a she, or an it. In the end, it's all perception.
I only seek a safe nest for my thoughts.
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Stories by Luscious Fluid
Bedroom Whispers
The bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so man...
Random Experiences - 2022
This is a random journal of an introverted explorer of experiences.