silly me...

a vampire only dies once...

Arachnida

vintage porn...

turning into...

the sweetest vampire you´ll never see...

hurt......

just a little pain... for my own pleasure...

waiting for the vampire bite...

can´t wait to die in this life...

Lick me...

let me feel the warmness of her tongue...

the pleasure...

of her pain, in my hands, in my chains...

trying...

to get my freedom... She watch me from her darkness, my pain is her most marvellous pleasure...

P.K. ME

my flesh is drying inside her...

l´érotique

RAGE

"...I'm on my knees,
I beg your mercy,
my soul is my loss,
I'm well hung from your cross.

Take me,
take me in your arms my love and rape me,
don't hide behind your rage
I know you love me..."

Kiss. London After Midnight

sucking...

that sweet taste of her...

In fact...

I´m still here, waiting for your death...

take me...

...Then, she drove me to her must dangerous fantasy, I´m bleeding, lying on her breast...

P.K. TORTURED

The torture won't part you
Motherly breast won't warm you
You fail and foam from your mouth
why is it so loud, this sound?

All the sense your are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?

Restless is carrying fever
burning you to pieces
In search and need of a friend
Will I bow down to this in the end?

I lay in the hands of my maker
and I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it
It's a fight...it's a fight...

Amity. THE GATHERING

and when she prays...

all the darkness falls down on her...

Polly, una vez escuchó que no hay mejor amigo para el hombre que un perro...

Well, baby, Polly wants to be your dog...

following the vampire...

"... maybe if you let me drink your blood...

I wanna live forever..."

Then she took my arm, and cut it with her knife...

I´m in ectasy right now, I´m giving her my life...

SOUMISE

"DOLMANCÉ: ¡Es un error! Este placer es tal que es imposible que algo lo anule y que el objeto que lo procura no sea transportado a las alturas al disfrutarlo. No hay placer igual a éste, ninguno puede asimismo satisfacer de un modo tan completo a los individuos que se entregan a ello, y es muy difícil que aquellos que han gustado de este placer puedan buscarlo en otra cosa....

SEÑORA DE SAINT-AGNE: No te asombres, pues, de los horrores, de los delitos más abominables, Eugenia; lo que es más sucio, infame y prohibido es lo que más excita nuestro pensamiento... Siempre es eso lo que nos hace eyacular del modo más delicioso..."

La filosofía en el tocador. MARQUÉS DE SADE

LIGHTING

La Destrucción

"El demonio tenaz se agita al lado mio,

como un aire sutil nada por el vacío

y lo trago y se abrasa mi pulmón insaciable,

y me pone en las venas un deseo culpable.

Como sabe que el arte prefiero a toda cosa,

toma a veces la forma de una mujer hermosa:

y me turba el espíritu con bajos incentivos

y acostumbra mis labios a los filtros nocivos..."

Las flores del mal, Charles Baudelaire.