...Ocean's cock marauded through her ensorcelled orifice as a felon ravages a chapel. The sweaty bracelet of Sylvana's legs clung to her paramour. Time might not heal all wounds, but there were nights, like tonight, when living just didn't hurt as bad as it had used to.

"No words, hon," she whispered as their rhythms dueled for supremacy. Words carried risks unknown to Ocean. She wasn't surprised when he forgot himself.

"You fuck like a goddess," he hissed, losing himself inside her as his orgasm crescendoed, fueling hers, "I love you and wouldn't trade what we have for anything in the world."

Later she wept as Ocean lay sleeping beside her. The curse between her thighs continued to favor liars...

- Excerpt, "Diogenes Wept"

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