Sex/Life 15
She was a Scandinavian. Well, she didn’t look like the picture I had in my head of one. Born and raised in Denmark, Chilean dad and Danish mom. She looked...
She was a Scandinavian. Well, she didn’t look like the picture I had in my head of one. Born and raised in Denmark, Chilean dad and Danish mom. She looked...
Estaba bien. Bueno, en verdad, no tanto. Miles de dudas invadían mi cabeza, pero eran más bien problemas existenciales: qué soy, quién soy, adónde voy. Crisis d...
I tried to fuck my way out of pain, but it was worse than fighting to get out of quicksand. I got deeper in suffering and despair the more I fucked around, so I...
Her voice was low, like a whisper. “I think I love you” she said, staring at me. I stayed silent for a few seconds, looking into her eyes. She has been a bitch ...
Sentado en mi cama, de regreso en Santiago, contemplo como mi vida anterior termina de caerse a pedazos. San Pedro de Atacama cambió mi existencia para siempre....