“To clutch someone in my arms took on, without fail, a singular sense of indignity, the taste of putrefaction. When I embrace someone I am submerged in a feeling of infamy, in the nauseating sensation of having an orgasm in a charnel house, among the noxious fumes of decomposing flesh. I am revolted by flesh, but this revlusion, failing to deaden the assaults of my libido, merely infects them with a cadaverous terror.” SexTouch Book:Sphinx Source: Sphinx
“I concluded that making love without laughing was as bad as gifting a book written in a language the recipient does not know.” LoveSexLaughing Book:Sphinx Source: Sphinx