A friend of mine once told me that, "there's stranger sex than sex with strangers." I had to agree. The things people do out here in New York.

We were chain smoking on my fire escape, drinking champagne from the bottle and watching the world below. If only we had know the things we were going to see, would it of made a difference?

They're not strangers, it's just a strangeland.

They're not real, it's just fictional.

I let them all in, they all want to stay.

Falling further into people and places.

Face down, can't breath, it's cold.

I just don't need it.

swarovski moon choker by The Moon Cult

heart thigh brace by The Moon Cult

the fuzzy beginners bondage kit in pink by The Moon Cult

photos by David Aronson

inspired by M0THXR