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poisonous pleasure

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poisonous pleasure

Dip your toes into the poisoned well. Feel the burn. Feel it run through you. It takes over your body. Your muscles contract and your heart rate increases. You feel sweat drip off your brow as the pain intensifies and your adrenaline knocks you back like a set of bricks. But the well that holds the poison, is also the well that holds the pleasure. No well will grant its sweet nectars without first testing you. Without first challenging your character, and making you work for the treasures that are hidden at the end of the tunnel. As your feet numb, and your adrenaline settles, you feel a soft wind blow over your back. You begin to settle from the searing fires that fell under your feet minutes ago. You have endured the worst. With strength, you are now bestowed what you originally came here for. Your conquest. Your just deserts. The toxicity dissipates and replaces itself with unadulterated euphoria. It engulfs your entire being as it dematerializes you into the nether realms of bliss and inundating pleasures. Relish in the thrill of immeasurable gratification. Infinite satisfaction is yours. 

Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs
Natasha by John Riggs

Photographer: John Riggs
Model: Natasha