I was the hottest model in NYC. Fast cars, fast men, and hard drugs killed me in 3 months. I died in the same building as my very first shoot.
When each day holds the memories of regrets, the promises of pain, and the dull throbbing ache of depression. You are not spiraling out of control alone. I swear to you...
Two childhood best friends,closer than sisters, who both lived in physically abusive homes. They both helped each other with dealing with the pain of their reality.
She had a loving husband, 3 beautiful kids, and a good job. Helen was miserable being so boring and predictable, unlike her boss.
The raw carnal hunger for sexual gratfication from the one your flesh desires to morph with. Is it a sin?
The erotic sensuality between an African Deity and his Queen