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Satyr
Over 90 days ago
Heteroflexible Male, 154
United States

About

I'm a rockabilly southern punk with a longing for passion and desire in all things mysterious. In this time of beauty worship and materialism, I wish for love letters written by hand and the whispers of poetry on a moist summer night. Erotica is a thing of the mind. I want to explore that with you.

Interests
I'm interested in anything with mystery and passion. I love to escape in a good book or go out into what little nature is left in this world and explore. I love sex under the stars on a rock by a stream. I love nudity and naturism. I'm passionate about drawing and art and painting and would give anything to live in a home with nude friends around by a pool and I spend all day painting them.

Favorite Books
Any book not afraid to push the limits of what society thinks is acceptable. Limits shouldn't exist in literature and we should never censor our minds.

Favorite Authors
Dan Simmons, Joseph Campbell, Neil Gaiman, Stieg Larsson, Nancy Collins, Martin Millar, and many many more..

Favorite Movies
Anime (Air Gear, Plastic Little, Claymore, and more), Legend, Alien, Pumpkinhead, Ginger Snaps, teeth, the secretary, and I'll think of more later.

Favorite Music
The Cramps, Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, Minor Threat, Rammstein, Social Distortion, 7 Seconds, Circle Jerks, The Clash, Picasso Trigger, Bauhaus, Love and Rockets, Siouxsie & The Banshees, Rasputina, The Cult, R.E.M., New Order, Smashing Pumpkins, Jane's Addiction, Otep,...and the list goes on.
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Dominique - Getting it Up

Eros and pleasure is all in the mind and if your mind is troubled...

Dominique had burst into my life in a storm of black leggings, shorts punk-rock skirts, and cute little jewelry. I knew my heart was lost in her, but had no idea if my heart was safe with her. The other night my heart had been crushed while standing in the dark street below her apartment. A stuffy business suited man had trodden through her apartment as much as he had trodden on my soul. Now I sat in my scratched and chip...