Escort Diaries; Sunday Service

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It’s no mystery that I find the subject of blasphemy to be erotic. Not just for the fact that it’s taboo, but because it’s filthy. There is a part of me that knows just writing it will send me to hell, but I don’t fear that anymore. In fact, I’ve been told all the best people will be waiting for me. I guess I embrace my darkness more than I should. Continue reading Escort Diaries; Sunday Service