I'm beyond help, but I don't care when it gives me such pleasure. I've done it again, fallen in love with yet another member of my own sex. And here she is, her flesh as luscious as ripe fruit, and so full of juice you can almost taste it. But more than that, see the exquisite furl of her nostril and the sensuous twist of those lips that call out to be kissed. An opium fuelled dream made flesh. Why she is blindfolded and a whisper away from a state of undress I cannot guess. Maybe she is gift wrapped in preparation for a lover to disrobe her completely and then take his fill of her. If so, I only hope he appreciates what he is getting.
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