muzav

Soft, diffused light... A graceful hand on a dark blue sheet, hair the color of the night sky scattered over the pillow... The delicate silk of the bedspread emphasizes the contours of the body... Can you imagine? The aroma of perfume, tart, subtle, barely perceptible, is in the air, enchants ... Breathe in! A melody that captivates with its rhythm... Do you hear? You run your fingertips along the shoulder, touch the neck, hair, the back of the head ... The hand slowly slides down the back, causing a shiver... Do you feel? The breath stops...and ends with a deep exhalation through the parted mouth... Eyes closed, body surrendered to sensations... Pleasure...

I hate characters who think they are the navels of the earth because they have a penis, when of all the virtues this is the only and very dubious ...