Post by account_disabled on Feb 25, 2024 7:38:44 GMT
Sex in danger of extinction This morning the first thing I see when I open the newspaper is the photograph of a disheveled woman with smeared mascara and long legs barely covered by the mens jacket in which she is wrapped. She seems to have dusted her life with the owner of the jacket. I remain hypnotized by the suggestions that this image provokes. What catches my attention about the advertisement is not so much what is seen but what is not seen. And what is not seen what a fatality is the man who is waiting for her lying on a nearby bed out of the indiscreet reach of the camera.
Im supposed to lust after that handsome stranger whose scent surely emanates from the lapels of that Special Database jacket reaching the eversosensitive and grateful pituitaries. But not. I dont want him. I am fed up with virile men who advertise expensive perfumes with their eternal twoday beard. Stop. You cannot eat chicken even freerange at all hours. In the afternoon I lie down with my husband on the couch to watch our favorite series. Incredible things happen there that I would not wish for myself incest bacchanals orgiastic lesbianism genital torture prostitution abuse.
So much so that the actors are already beginning to complain because they feel reduced they say to the category of sexual animals yes charging much more for each scene than any of us will be able to earn throughout our entire lives. Although at that price anyone forgets their love for bullpens and becomes a sexual animal. Where to sign When everyone goes to bed I go to work. At twelve thirty at night the red light in the radio studio turns on. Im live. My beloved scar Ferrani appears equipped with all kinds of erotic toys and spreads them on the table plugs Thai balls riding crops gags... In the past I would have been amazed. However now my indifference is total. They make me as curious as some tomatoes in the market.
Im supposed to lust after that handsome stranger whose scent surely emanates from the lapels of that Special Database jacket reaching the eversosensitive and grateful pituitaries. But not. I dont want him. I am fed up with virile men who advertise expensive perfumes with their eternal twoday beard. Stop. You cannot eat chicken even freerange at all hours. In the afternoon I lie down with my husband on the couch to watch our favorite series. Incredible things happen there that I would not wish for myself incest bacchanals orgiastic lesbianism genital torture prostitution abuse.
So much so that the actors are already beginning to complain because they feel reduced they say to the category of sexual animals yes charging much more for each scene than any of us will be able to earn throughout our entire lives. Although at that price anyone forgets their love for bullpens and becomes a sexual animal. Where to sign When everyone goes to bed I go to work. At twelve thirty at night the red light in the radio studio turns on. Im live. My beloved scar Ferrani appears equipped with all kinds of erotic toys and spreads them on the table plugs Thai balls riding crops gags... In the past I would have been amazed. However now my indifference is total. They make me as curious as some tomatoes in the market.