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  Welcome to Sex with Luna.  Please be advised that this site contains sexually explicit content for the grown and sexy. Also, I would like to mention that not everything here is sexual but a gateway into my mind as I take you down the rabbit hole of my wonderland. If you are still interested please [...]

Issa Snack (Pt. I)

For a while now, we've been playing these games with one another. Flirting and sexting, the occasional late-night freak talk of all the things we would do to one another. All this did for me was manifest an insatiable hunger for you, yes, you. The one that had been the cause of all my erotic [...]

Lunar petal 26 : Déjà vu

I had a dream about you last night, in a place where time and space could not touch us I remembered how your smile was so simple and bright, I've tasted those honey suckle lips deliberately fell deep into the chasm of those eyes My hands traced the detail of those hips so intimately I [...]

Prolgue

I Love her… Soft, white silence suffocates the mountain noise, a moment calm, honest, and seamless. Snow white stained in a deep seething red. A blanket of ice settled perfectly still around me. My hands crimson with the ink of blood, she was frozen. Not by the icy winter wind but by time. She was [...]

The Sweetpea — My Screaming Twenties

https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?visual=true&url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F650498348&show_artwork=true&maxwidth=500&maxheight=750&dnt=1 Your lessons in abandonment have finally come into use as I forget each day to water the sweetpea hanging from the tree and watch it crisp beneath the sun’s heat, yellowing like teeth. I wonder if you did this too every time you dug your heels in deep and saw her before me, refusing [...]

The Forest — Heart Breathings

I’m lost in a forest of the tallest trees, inundated with wickedly bent, sinister trunks, thicket so dense my feet can barely move, the air damp and heavy, sitting like rocks in my lungs. Swiping and slashing, I claw at the overgrowth’s sharpness, aching to lift my legs and run, grasping for vines that might […] [...]