The Hotel Room Doesn't matter why or how? Doesn't matter what led us here, who we are, or what we do. What matters is this moment, in this blank hotel of dark paradise. Checking in as 'the Smiths', the elevator trundles to our floor and spills us out with a feverish will, leaving us behind with a knowing ping. Thick carpet muffles our eager pace as we head to room 6...8...9, fumbling with the key card dance, it clicks and...

Flashes. Images. Feelings. Slivers of scenarios bred from within. An enticement teasing. Visions aflame with sex. Waves of desire suffocating. Impossibilities once vivid, already, now fading, already, now confusing, already, now gone. Excitement and fear swim inside my stomach, so tangible I can taste them, so dangerous I want more. Drawn in, I knocked again, and this time what I saw lingered. There is no hesitation; I gr...

We Could When the light becomes a washed and cleansed by the darkness, the sway in our bodies giving way to its desire and heat, an intolerable wickedness playing withing our filthy minds, those inhibitions replaced with our dangerous taboo speak. And so… We could play dress up, cop and robber…handcuffed and fucked. We could switch roles, slave and master…a strap on sucked. We could invite another, me and you…pick and cho...