A game. Two players.
Words left bare. Rules. And a dice.
Everything starts in the mind, but ends in the body. A woman who breathes through writing. A woman, however, who has lost her inspiration, her creativity, her passion, perhaps even her very self. And a man who lives again through their letters. In the word game they decide to start, no one is left unscathed. Because that's where the danger lurks. In this mutual penetration of one... into the other's words. After all, it is the mind that always plays the most hedonistic games.
"And if the orgasm of thought is not the greatest, then who is?" Carnal contact is not allowed. But how can words cover a body when the desire is mutual? The protagonist acrobats on a tightrope between reason and madness. Really, has there been even one person in the world who remained sane in the game of love?
You have two options:
Either you live this seemingly innocent game from start to finish, or you never start, only reading page 181 and then closing the book.
Before it's too late.
What do you think;
Shall we start?
Or maybe not?
It's your decision, you hold the dice.
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