Author has written 6 stories for Pokémon, and Evangelion.
This here is a moon cookie.
An astroid collided with the lunar surface and as the small bits spread into space, they leaked down through the heavens and settled on earth.
I'm one of those pieces. I think. Not really sure actually.
I'm someone and no one at all.
I like writting father X son relationship pairings, I like how dirty it is, I like how platonic action and feelings can subtly border the difference between a chaste intention and a longing for a demure intimacy.
I like swimming and delving into the the abysmal space of the human soul that really would be an abyss were it not for the things of our longings and aching that filled it.
Attracted endlessly by the appeal of yearnings, digging and sifting deeper through the meanings of reasons behind our touch, the lack thereof, merely wishing, and then violating; the fun and the food that feeds your mouth is in knowing that it never ends.
Imaginatively, for whatever reason it make you better suited for this type of content, I with disregard love how something as simple as the cry of "daddy" is something that can be said out of a sexual angst or desire.
It doesn't stop there..
The way some stories make us feel, maybe some of us project ourselves in different situations. We can be the hero, we can be the victim, we can be the lover and we can be the hater. But what is so attractive is that we are able to relate through such dreaming.
Maybe some of us want to be hurt, want to be violated, want to be touched, want to be loved, want to be destroyed, want to be left alone, want to be looked for, want to be found, want to crawl away and hide, want to be looked at desirably, want to be clothed and warm, want to be stripped naked and taken.
Conversational sex of the sophisticated kind, where implications and innuendos elicit emotional responses without a hand ever having to brush against your skin or someone's scent make your eyes and insides grow drunk and hazy.
So I like then,..no, I LOVE then, how the atmosphere and chemistry changes between that of a girl in the eyes of an older man. In what directions can and does adoration grow in? Where do dreams take us and where do we take our dreams? What do we do with our feelings and what do they do to us..
what do the feelings of others do to us.