Wandering
in the deep night, dynamic play in the bedroom… lower tones of gentle voice
implant themselves in any place they can find on me; subversively, of course. Corruption
in beauty aiming to change the way I feel, how I react to stimulus, why I should
never stop loving her in the depths of this night. A blow on the skin triggers
my sensation, scent overpowering me… and all I can do is succumb to this full
splendor in front of me, inside me.
Another
long winter night, here in these heights... smile thieves a long wet kiss, so
close, and my skin doesn’t belong to me anymore. And it starts to get really
hot… my lost muse, demon among angels… warrior of a woman!
Brunettes…
stories of secret sins of my deranged occult nature;)
