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Blood, Sex, Crimson

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Everything that matters about me can be found in the writing. But for those who want something more concrete: I am forty-seven, male, and live near DC and Baltimore. I've been practicing domination in one form or another since I was sixteen. D'jaevle is the voice for the wolf under the skin; the predator I tap into when bringing my prey to ground; the hunger that tells me when I need to hunt. The calm before the storm and the thunder that scares the children. This story is as much his as it is mine.

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Day: September 24, 2008

through my fingers

The greatest irony of desire is that, sometimes, the more you want something, the further away it slips.

Posted on September 24, 2008September 24, 2008Categories General Musings4 Comments on through my fingers
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