Pounding me incessantly, his hands held my hips with a firm grip. There was no tenderness: just raw, primal sex, with the fierce grace of animals in heat. I felt like food, feeding this hungry beast behind me. I was his object, the orifice for him to pour his spirit, the only one that could offer him fulfillment and release. 
 
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Cover art by Eva Dalila Rojano
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