Then there’s thatacquired taste .. white chocolate.
aaahhh .. a sun-dappled early June morning, slight garden-scented breeze wafting in through the bedroom’s French doors which open onto a Spanish-tiled terrace, an espresso, warm croissants and butter waiting, the smooth touch and delicate scent of a voluptuous lover’s skin (I hope for Emmanuelle Beart myself, in another life) .. no morning breath.
All sweetness and light .. nothing dark about this fantasy, but it can indeed get me going. To hell with the coffee and croissants … later
Amen to that.
You know, Hugh, they have therapists for feelings like this…
Sex and relationships are like good chocolate.
The darker the better.
Then there’s thatacquired taste .. white chocolate.
aaahhh .. a sun-dappled early June morning, slight garden-scented breeze wafting in through the bedroom’s French doors which open onto a Spanish-tiled terrace, an espresso, warm croissants and butter waiting, the smooth touch and delicate scent of a voluptuous lover’s skin (I hope for Emmanuelle Beart myself, in another life) .. no morning breath.
All sweetness and light .. nothing dark about this fantasy, but it can indeed get me going. To hell with the coffee and croissants … later
sex is a complete and total replacement for golf.
Sex is where who we truly are gets exposed.
This reminds me of a hardcore version of Allanah Miles’ “Love is” :
Sex is what you want it to be…
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