Thursday, February 4, 2016

Day one: The Beastionnaire

I have sex with the beast. It's a secret.

It's smell reminds of wet soil and musk.

It feels rough and hairy to the touch.

I hide it in an old warehouse.

I'm attracted and aroused by the beast's wildness.

I'm repulsed by the beast's need for destruction.

I think the beast is a he, but I don't know.