By Ropta 1.THE FUCKING It starts with a kiss. Two lips meeting at the perfect time, tongues interlocking, releasing titillating sensations, and deep below, much below, love swims in a […]

Part 1, By Mariane Amara One night, in a maze of streets, a shadow wandered, blindly, shoulders shaken by sobs. The moon was playing hide and seek with the clouds. […]