bisexuality
My cock jerked off. Appearance soft or carnally aggressive, shocking, the urge to suck undulates. "Say, draw me a penis! »
Oh, my sex, you coppery piece of meat! Hey you! Touch her. That's how the body is made. To deny it is pure nonsense. Whether you like it or not.
I saw the penis, the little sister of a wanker, and from the height of its erect shaft, it said to me: "Eat, this is my sex! Drink, this is my sperm".
My pornography is the rejoicing space of my excitement and the voluptuous retreat of my tranquility. It is the sunny resort of my thoughts.
My dick is my friend. It's my boy's prerogative. I like to be what I am in the first place. I love my erect sex as much as I love my flaccid sex.
An ode to the exhibition in the form of an initiatory journey. The fantastical universe of a man subjected to his sex and his journey towards his desire for nudity.
I came back from the land of the people / Centaur of the revolution / I rode all the way around on my own back / Sometimes it's all right
It's not about making love, it's about sexuality. Ah your values, your values, if you could put them where I think for once!
...but what's the connection between two genuflections? Between two blowjobs? Between two genu-fella xions? Have we ever had intercourse?
Le Cabaret | The vital essence of the stage, an immoderate taste for exhibition, an obscene face-to-face encounter with the audience, immersion in murky waters and delicious spit.
