It is not enough that a man be featured in smut and be doing hot, feral things. A man must be desperate. A man must be visceral. A man must be a trembling, groaning, sweat-slicked mess. A man must be brought to complete agony at the touch of her, realising this is something he will never recover from
It is not enough for smut to be filth. Smut must involve a desperation. Smut must involve a keened groan. Smut must let me know a man is a mess; absolutely in a state of pure, unbridled need and pain from how much he can't take it anymore, not for one moment, without her
That man is Sebastian Sallow. And that smut is what I came to see















