Fuck me recklessly. Kiss harder. Take possession of me again and again... We met under a cloud of clichés: - Boy meets girl. - The guy charms the girl. - The guy fucks the girl. Our story had to end immediately after the first orgasms we experienced, so right after them our paths diverged. But, as fate would have it, we saw each other again... And neither I nor he could leave this time. Our rules were painfully simple. Our passion was incredible. Our hearts were supposed to be safe... But when you find something so all-consuming - something so intoxicating and inevitable, you put everything you have on the line, regardless of the risk of being doomed to collapse and death . This is who we are. This is our mutilated love. This is turbulence.