Pounding your arse like a beast, I fucking lose it as our bodies bump in a rush of unadulterated lust. Your arsehole is an abyss of endless desire pulling me as I fuckwant into its depths. Our sex is loud in the small precision of the room, and we are a chorus of lust and preverbal need made flesh, lost to the wild dizzying abandon of what we can't have and the freedom that comes with it.

Corbin Fisher