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  • “There is something erotic about a mind which applies itself to elucidating a woman. To want to know a woman, it seems to me, is always a way of possessing her or of taking revenge on her.” — André Malraux, Man’s Fate, trans. Stuart Gilbert, p. 235

    • Adèle Exarchopoulos
    • Adèle Castillon

    I am a stranger to them, faceless and nameless. And they are strangers to me. The internet serves pictures, yet their voices, moods, gestures remain unknown.

    So, my mind hallucinates more than what is seen. My mind fills the gaps and constructs narrative from pixelated fragments.

    Ménage à trois

    Adèle Exarchopoulos and Adèle Castillon barely brushed against each other, already seized by a shiver that ran through their bodies. A warm breath passed between them, unsettling the air like a promise. They began to undress, slow, silent gestures, as if each fallen garment dispelled a part of the mystery. Their eyes locked, then they dared to kiss, at first timidly, then with growing intensity. In that closeness, the embrace became inevitable, and desire — discreet yet powerful — enveloped the entire room.

    Le visage familier, la brûlure secrète

    Adèle Castillon already belonged to him, tender and faithful, the legitimate companion, the familiar face. Yet the moment Adèle Exarchopoulos entered, the weight of the room shifted. More beautiful, more sensual, she radiated a dark force that drew him against his will. Castillon spoke, laughed softly, leaned against his arm — and despite all his efforts, his gaze slipped toward the other. Exarchopoulos, without a word, revealed the fire she carried: a bare shoulder, an almost absent smile, a voluptuous weariness. The contrast became unbearable: on one side the love that was offered, on the other the burning desire, forbidden, stronger because it had to remain secret. This was the cruel truth of the moment: to hold one woman in his arms, while burning for another.




  • “If you join me, for every half moon and full moon, you will be visited by a maiden-pair.”

    CJ Perry — Wrestler — Lithe Legs Boa Constrict

    (Dominance Kink—Pins Me Down and Straddles on the Beach)

    Melanie Martinez — Broken Doll — Herself, a marionette

    (DDLG Kink—Eaten Out wearing Brattycore Négligée inside a Dollhouse)

    Taylor Rooks — Sporty — Big-Boned and Thick

    (Bondage Kink—Strapped to Cable Machine and Flogged)

    Madison Pettis — Recent Graduate — Voluptuous

    (Humiliation Kink—“All this for you to touch but you have me kiss your feet”)










  • Brothel

    • Sydney Sweeney—$400 No limits
    • Zendaya—$25 Facial
    • Emma Mackay—$25 Dirty Talk

    Emma: spits in her hand “You’re a brute, a meathead. Blowing your savings on her, making all that noise. You’ve caused such a rucus people think you’re their long-lost hero. Bloody idiots!” slathers spit on cock “A few short inches, what men fuss over. And you don’t have the wit to do the job yourself.” blows load “The water closet is in the back.”

    Queen

    Squire: “Greetings O Great Hero, the Queen would like to have a word with you.”

    +3 Strength

    Partner

    Alicia Vikander: “I will take the job for 300 gold. And no, I’m not interested in your love or that shiv in your pocket”

    +5 Strength

    Informant

    Elle Fanning: “I can tell you where they are if you pay the price, and introduce me to your partner.”

    +4 Strength

    Witch

    Alexandra Daddario: “Huh? Where’s the gold?”

    Blacksmith

    Emilia Clarke: “No gold, no service. You can fight with your bare hands for all I care.”

    Guard

    Gal Gadot: manhandled and wresteld to forest floor “Incredible, you beat me with only your hands. Your small, twig-like hands.” Clapses collar on her neck “I understand, but I can be more than a prisoner…”

    Final Boss

    Alicia dies. I survive. Guilty.

    Princess

    Madelyn Cline and the Queen Diane Kruger

    Servants

    (For another time.)


  • Brothel

    • Sydney Sweeney—$400 No limits
    • Zendaya—$25 Facial
    • Emma Mackay—$25 Dirty Talk

    Emma: spits in her hand “You’re a brute, a meathead. Blowing your savings on her, making all that noise. You’ve caused such a rucus people think you’re their long-lost hero. Bloody idiots!” slathers spit on cock “A few short inches, what men fuss over. And you don’t have the wit to do the job yourself.” blows load “The water closet is in the back.”

    Queen

    Squire: “Greetings O Great Hero, the Queen would like to have a word with you.”

    +3 Strength

    Partner

    Alicia Vikander: “I will take the job for 300 gold. And no, I’m not interested in your love or that shiv in your pocket”

    +5 Strength

    Informant

    Elle Fanning: “I can tell you where they are if you pay the price, and introduce me to your partner.”

    +4 Strength

    Witch

    Alexandra Daddario: “Huh? Where’s the gold?”

    Blacksmith

    Emilia Clarke: “No gold, no service. You can fight with your bare hands for all I care.”

    Guard

    Gal Gadot: manhandled and wresteld to forest floor “Incredible, you beat me with only your hands. Your small, twig-like hands.” Clapses collar on her neck “I understand, but I can be more than a prisoner…”

    Final Boss

    Alicia dies. I survive. Guilty.

    Princess

    Madelyn Cline and the Queen Diane Kruger

    Servants

    (For another time.)





  • Return to the real world and for what? To feel my blessings atrophy and weather the vagaries of rent and salary all for the sake of sinking my cock inside them—women who may now choose to leave my diminished self and who have recourse to the law or richer men?

    No, better to rule over rice paddies than to serve in towers. Better to wield the danger of the blade than to pen my tax returns.

    I do not choose this path for Olivia Rodrigo, but because Olivia Rodrigo is the one path to power: political, bodily, and mental.

    I didn’t choose the harlot, the merchant, the herbalist, and the mistress for them alone, but to heighten my sexual prowess for the Daimyo’s daughter. Whether drugs or technique, foreign mart or breakneck speed, I amassed the points and experience to better pleasure my future wife and own her mind, body and soul.

    She doesn’t have sex with one man, but multitudes coiled together. One moment, a hypnotic, trance-like foreplay, the next a freight train running through her—aided with secret herbs and exotic balms.