Distressing Leather

they’ve been at it in the basement down below for days now screaming & whipping moaning & suffocating pushing the limits of what they call human sexuo-fetisho-sado-masochistic madness cutting & slashing & whipping & slashing & squirting & cumming & electrifying & trying trying trying to find a more visceral a more pure way out of this place--- a way to stretch open the porthole a way to dig into the side of the black holes being created by the hadron a way to strip down the essential needs that lurk in the back of all our heads behind & between what we pretend is some sort of normalness. the leather is tight the toys are plenty the orgasms are so vast that the counting of them is a thing of the past--- and all the troubles of the world just drift away walking the fine line straight down the middle of pleasure & pain no politicians allowed no morality police no teachers or professors no pedophiliac pederast priests no downers no negative nancys (up to no good) there is a safe word & it’s quite understood what is needed is a simple agreement where all parties agree that what’s good for you is good for me.