Return from Erosphere
It is up to certain libertines to want to escape the "mawkishness of free sex" from which they claim to be exempt.
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It is up to certain libertines to want to escape the "mawkishness of free sex" from which they claim to be exempt.
Love is like an enriched ore. In its pure state, it destroys the inner self. To keep it at a distance is not selfishness, quite the contrary.
Man-woman, bestial child, woman-child... the palette of identities emerges through the animality and mythologies of our species.
Today, I have kept this short hour of ordinary pornography in me as one of my most beautiful moments as a moviegoer.
I write with my dick and sign a taste trick. Cocoa idol, my phallus becomes edible for those who can suck its meaning.
Magnificent arrogance of an ordinary hero: Live to get hard and enjoy the world! "Suck it, this is my cock! Drink, this is my sperm! »
I will always try to legitimately welcome the confusion of girls who would put their index finger in contact with mine to make light.
Is it then inconceivable to desire to simply claim the lovable beauty of one's own purses, those simple balls that I cherish, my testicles?
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.
It's about the masculine. The man's tenderness for his companion of always that is his penis is a fundamental data for his psychic construction.