MONEY KUSH SEX MUSIC ART - Château Wanton

MONEY KUSH SEX MUSIC ART

 The perpetual hustle of adrenaline, the hollow hunger for the next fix, the absurd hubris that convinced me I could outrun gravity.
Merlot From A Gun - Château Wanton

Merlot From A Gun

“I’ve been dying since they traded my name for a ring,” she said, voice low as spilled wine.
“Harlot’s Hemlock: The Redux” .002 - Château Wanton

“Harlot’s Hemlock: The Redux” .002

She whispered, “Before you become a ghost above your corpse?” Her words twisted like a knife. I saw my reflection—a broken animal begging. She kissed my ear, lips slick with her poison: scorched earth, lavender,...
Hedonistic Hellgasm Beneath the Hat - Château Wanton

Hedonistic Hellgasm Beneath the Hat

She slid off me, harvested sweat and saliva like fallen-angel nectar, flicked her Frankenstein cigarette into the leaves, and sparked a tiny inferno: final punctuation on our apocalypse.
Cathedral For The Damned - Château Wanton

Cathedral For The Damned

I slammed into her one final time, body arching against her thighs, raw power and desperation hybridized into one frenzied release. My seed erupted inside her, hot and harsh, and she followed seconds later, her...
“What did I do that was wrong?” - Château Wanton

“What did I do that was wrong?”

The wallpaper peeled like a scab, the mattress groaned like an accomplice, and the air reeked of sweat, lube, and ideological decay.
Fvck Your Heroes - Château Wanton

Fvck Your Heroes

a half-eaten peach and erotic pictures of her with other men. The air was saturated with it: burnt resin, heat-split citrus, old sex, and the faint stench of dollar-store candles pretending to be sandalwood.
Holy in Her Unwashed Gospel - Château Wanton

Holy in Her Unwashed Gospel

And if you’re reading this wondering how it all ends, here’s the rub: it doesn’t. Not for girls with guns and ghosts between their legs. Not for bastards like me, still chasing the next story down a...
Her Therapy Session - Château Wanton

Her Therapy Session

You caught the faint trace of whiskey that wafted from a half-hidden flask stashed in her cleavage, something old, something that had lingered too long in barrels and regrets.
The Reading Room - Château Wanton

The Reading Room

“I came inside someone else’s pleasure and felt my soul roll its hips again". The Archivist’s Final Entry
The Velvet Room No. 101 | A Silence That Dared - Château Wanton

The Velvet Room No. 101 | A Silence That Dared

The wind tastes like her name being remembered by a city that tried to forget. Her story, begins again—not with thunder, but with a girl who stands up. And the world finally leaned in to listen for...
Le Nid Enchanté Room No. 411 - Château Wanton

Le Nid Enchanté Room No. 411

Eyes locked, a silent narrative unfolded, a story of surrender, defiance, inevitable, uncontrollable shaking, and lovely nectar shards of becoming one shooting through the toes simultaneously.