IX - Moss-Masked
A few frames from an especially verdant scene in the ever-enchanting Norwegian wilderness. Most of Nyx's murmurs muffled by moss-mask, only
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An erotic reliquary of the savage adoration only known between leatherdykes in love - tangible and tactile and distance-eclipsing both. Here you will find artful articulations of long-distance longing; the ache of absence captured in combustive queer creativities, pulse-provocative prose, poetry, and sonic seduction. And, whenever proximal, a flood of fervent physicality, ritual rapture and latent lust at last indulged - odes unspoken and unwritten, uttered asemic, sadistic and visceral, through the medium of body, breath, bl**d.
An erotic reliquary of the savage adoration only known between leatherdykes in love - tangible and tactile and distance-eclipsing both. Here you will find artful articulations of long-distance longing; the ache of absence captured in combustive queer creativities, pulse-provocative prose, poetry, and sonic seduction. And, whenever proximal, a flood of fervent physicality, ritual rapture and latent lust at last indulged - odes unspoken and unwritten, uttered asemic, sadistic and visceral, through the medium of body, breath, bl**d.
A few frames from an especially verdant scene in the ever-enchanting Norwegian wilderness. Most of Nyx's murmurs muffled by moss-mask, only
... Read more