A photo. A very simple photo. I want you, I want you, you are always in my head. I don’t want to ask you for anything other than a photo of you. Let me feel that you like to know that I like you. Let me feel that you have the same desire that I have you say. Let me feel that your body is looking forward to being eaten by my eyes.
She had a body abandoned to pleasure and free from any medieval prejudice. Just looking at her finally gave me the feeling that I was alive and how much that moment was worth to me.
There isn’t a single time of year for which there is no reason to celebrate with just the right pinch of madness. Enjoy the holidays, but don’t forget every single remaining day of the year.
It doesn’t matter which game you are playing. It doesn’t matter what rules you have imposed on yourself. The important thing is that there is always that pinch of unconsciousness and something sinful to discover each time together.
There are so many ways to play with your pictures. You may want to show your sinful side, as well as the erotic one. Those who decide not to show themselves, for fear of being misjudged, have already lost all their battles before even taking the field.
