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“Why couldn't I have a fetish for supportive women who loved sucking dick? What was wrong with me?”
― Thimble, Femdom Toilet Slave

“You are my moon amongst parting clouds, guiding me through the storm, a light that breaks through my darkest waters, the song of the sea always calling me back . . . you, you are my horizon, offering me a hope I never knew existed. I need to know there’s hope for us. Even if it’s just a single drop, barely enough to taste, without that drop, I can’t survive.”
― J. Strelou, Sea of Evil and Desire

“Love catches fire, it trespasses, it breaks, we break, it comes back to life... we come back to life. Love may not be eternal, but it can makes us eternal. Beyond death, the love that we shared continues to live.”
― Jul Maroh, Le bleu est une couleur chaude

“We wolves will forever be in this land, for our spirits run heavy in this place. We are made of the very earth of this land.

Our spirits are the moon over the lake, of the vapor of the breaths when we run hard through fields on cold fall nights with the stars all above and around us and shining off the perfect calm of the water. Our spirit is when we are tracking deer on cold winter days, of the chase and the precise timing of the kill, and then sleeping curled together for warmth in deep snow, mouths covered in fresh, dried blood from our feasting. Our spirit is of the dark and wind and perfect stillness before a summer storm and the sounds of slow, rolling thunder off the lake, echoing through the trees. Our spirit is the smell of wet grass and wildflowers, and all the bright colors of the land and water and sky.”
― Thomas D. Peacock, The Wolf's Trail: An Ojibwe Story, Told by Wolves