Black Magick
There was a rhythmic thumping sound reverberating throughout the small apartment, the cheap thin walls acting like the skin of the drum. In the bedroom, on the desk, they were engaged; one, the lady, half sitting on the edge, naked but for a pair of socks half on her feet, the rest of her clothes crumpled on the floor or hanging from the tip of her toes. She was beautiful, with coal black hair, her chubby-ish face touched up with a hint of makeup. Her face was scrunched up as if in pain, her...
Fantasy