Night Passions
The coliseum’s breathtakingly variegated, like flower gardens, coral reefs, buffet spreads. A pass isn’t an expression of desire but an ejaculation. Every spiral arc is hugged and tucked away. The knights have fetishes: kneeling, jumping up in sync with each snap, and thrusting. When tackling starts, helmets glitter with the electric glow of neon signs. Feel me. Wrap your digits… Read more →