Flesh World
Photography by Annie Powers

Every truck stop in America has your number. No one knows your name. That’s your control. No one tells you what to do, but you want them to. You let them have you. Run from it, leave it behind. Your body is the only currency. Submit to it. Lay with him. Lay with her. Lay there and let the fear overtake you. Do it again and again. You can’t hide from it. It’s touched you and it knows you now. It follows you. That feeling over and over. That empty sense you try to fulfill. The friction of flesh in a gone world.

Fleshworld © connects willing submissives and curious amateurs for anonymous raw confrontations. Personal submissions must be less than 100 words and include a recent photograph. All responsibilities remain the individual’s, and not those of Fleshworld.