The Red Dance
My goddess, ivory skull, ox horns. Dances for me, a nude body, a wicked sight, ritualized. Hips sway, and soft breasts move the rivulets of blood.
My goddess, ivory skull, ox horns. Dances for me, a nude body, a wicked sight, ritualized. Hips sway, and soft breasts move the rivulets of blood.
And darker deeds it shall witness.
Dear, Tereece…
Sunday’s video Sleep tight~ **For best experience, please listen with headphones.
“Jokes on You.”
He’s always working.
Are those water stains?
Throwback. This was third audio story I produced when I first started. I wonder if I should remake this one?~ What do you guys think? Or, would you like to see the Operator come back in a brand new tale?
Every night I close my eyes, I see my dream girl. She appears in the light of the moon, With skin of shining alabaster. Her mouth is the shape of a bow And stained the crimson of a rose. Her eyes watch me With the intensity of a hawk. I can’t look away from her […]
When past decisions haunt you, you begin to wonder if you’re the one in Hell.