Alexander Makarov. My personal drama (№ 379651)

We again plunged into the abyss of sex. It seemed to me that this will solve all the problems. I thought this is love, when two people can't each other to breathe. His hands trembled like an alcoholic, greedily to favorite cognac. He eagerly hugged me until the crunch of bones, but I felt no pain. I wanted to eat him, to absorb that it was not awarded to anyone.