About the book: year / ...to forget yourself, never to see your eyes again, and not to feel your touches, which, like phantom pains, awaken among nights. I just want to forget myself at least for the evening, or better yet, forget forever what connected us: the stuffy smell of leather, latex and lubricant. Forget the sensations tearing your body from the inside, the taste of blood, and the burning pain from slaps and lashes. And it would be better for me to get the taste of your lips and penis out of my head forever. But there is one problem - I forget myself only with you.