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
Spring
Writings inspired by a woman (edited: women)
The mirror to the reflections of my heart, because I choose to s...
Bedroom Whispers
The bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so man...
Lost Pieces
This is the compilation of pieces not in previous entries.