rate_review Reviews

I was surprised by this indeed. I blushed almost immediately at the beginning, not really expecting this form you, but I courageously kept on, hehe. I think the beginning was a little shaky, but what really brough tog together for me was this passage:

It was knitting itself into reality. The sounds of insects humming made itself out of the thrumming of the blood in his veins. The slap of Wolfwood’s flesh against his own gave birth to a lake in the distance whose water was lapping gently at the edge of the shore. The sweat on their bodies transfigured into the heat of a gng sng sun. The moist breath on his back was a gentle whisper in his ear.
Grunt, grind, thrust, strangled cry.
[Fucking.]
Breeze, touch, glance, honest smile.
[Loving.]
White carpet under his hands. Green grass under his feet.
“Ungh! Knives!”
/Knives./
I felt this was a particularly strong point of the story and from here on out i was enthusiastic not only about sexy straight up porn boy sex, but also the artistic endeavour you were on. When you broguht paraparalells together it was really great to read, and was so much more than hard fucking. I really liked it.