kalischild

So, now it appears that it may be time to experiment with new styles of libertinism. Seeds planted years ago are beginning to bear fruit, and I have lived too long by the limitations of others. If people have only one hundredth of the passion, the fire, the desire, and the hunger that you feel in your heart, than perhaps you should surround yourself by the hundreds. A moveable feast in which you are the host, stopping here for a moment for a kiss, a complement, a snippet of conversation, before moving on to the next, and the next, and the next. All of your guests should be chosen for their tastes, as well as their flavour. Taking from each what they have to offer, giving to each what they will accept. Living your nights as a mlange of sex, and seduction, and four a.m. conversations, passion, and solace, and desire. Hunting and hunted, a life measured in coffee spoons, and bar tabs, and the soft, satisfied sounds of your lovers as they turn in their sleep. No more waiting, merely the immediacy of now.

Say it with me:

Indigo, you hobag.