dct10538
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gr”DARLING I SAVOR THE SCENT OF YOUR CHANEL. I INHALE DEEPLY UNTIL I AM DRUNK AND GIDDY WITH THE ODOR OF YOU.” Please allow me to contribute a few of my personal pictures and which may speak to your comments and observations. Keeping things a bit classy and reserved. Classy now is the moment I remember most clearly when I take out my photo album and look at the studio portraits of Magda and me when back in my apartment overlooking Pacific Heights.
This is a moment that has shaped my life, giving it some of my perverse definitions. Perhaps I should jump into my small convertible and drive to her house in Alameda, across the Bay to thank her for our special moments. Then having me feel again the cool rush of her WANT as it brushes over me like an autumn breeze bringing the scent of Chanel perfumes and creamy ivory foundation. She encouraging me to rub my fingers over her cheeks, over the rouge and powder. Cupping her femme heat! Having the fleeting sunlight burst fiercly on her glistening painted lips. My eyes fixed on the red mounds of her lips. And I would want it to be summer on the bay, her silk scarf flying in the wind, my CD player in my car playing Peter White's ‘Caravans of Dreams’…Ohhh Lord preserve me from my dreams and memories!
https://i.ibb.co/8Dj374Vs/Swinging-Both-Ways.jpg
https://i.ibb.co/zWLfbCWy/Dinner-Date-at-Home.jpg
https://i.ibb.co/jZJV7pjW/A-Sunday-Erotic-Date.jpg
https://i.ibb.co/BHLT6g1p/A-Nice-Spread.jpg
”DARLING I SAVOR THE SCENT OF YOUR CHANEL. I INHALE DEEPLY UNTIL I AM DRUNK AND GIDDY WITH THE ODOR OF YOU.” Please allow me to contribute a few of my personal pictures and which may speak to your comments and observations. Keeping things a bit classy and reserved. Classy now is the moment I remember most clearly when I take out my photo album and look at the studio portraits of Magda and me when back in my apartment overlooking Pacific Heights.
This is a moment that has shaped my life, giving it some of my perverse definitions. Perhaps I should jump into my small convertible and drive to her house in Alameda, across the Bay to thank her for our special moments. Then having me feel again the cool rush of her WANT as it brushes over me like an autumn breeze bringing the scent of Chanel perfumes and creamy ivory foundation. She encouraging me to rub my fingers over her cheeks, over the rouge and powder. Cupping her femme heat! Having the fleeting sunlight burst fiercly on her glistening painted lips. My eyes fixed on the red mounds of her lips. And I would want it to be summer on the bay, her silk scarf flying in the wind, my CD player in my car playing Peter White's ‘Caravans of Dreams’…Ohhh Lord preserve me from my dreams and memories!
https://i.ibb.co/8Dj374Vs/Swinging-Both-Ways.jpg
https://i.ibb.co/zWLfbCWy/Dinner-Date-at-Home.jpg
https://i.ibb.co/jZJV7pjW/A-Sunday-Erotic-Date.jpg
https://i.ibb.co/BHLT6g1p/A-Nice-Spread.jpg
seductive!That look.
A MOMENT IN TIME. FEEL MY LIPS MELT AND FLOW FROM MY FACE: Any time and any place…there may have been no greater a motley collection than in the women's room at Amelias in San Francisco's Tenderloin on a Saturday night. A truly amazing collection of lesbians dousing themselves with perfume and sucking up to their own luscious images in the bathroom mirror. Real tits and false tits, poking petulantly at tight sweaters, everyone pushing and shoving for their chance to slather one more layer of lipstick on their already brightly colored mouths. Ohhh…and I am just a little very fragile doll taking-in all of the sights and sounds! I am frightened and I taste fear on my tongue but the taste is not unpleasant.Anytime, any place
Always sexi in leatherA MOMENT IN TIME. FEEL MY LIPS MELT AND FLOW FROM MY FACE: Any time and any place…there may have been no greater a motley collection than in the women's room at Amelias in San Francisco's Tenderloin on a Saturday night. A truly amazing collection of lesbians dousing themselves with perfume and sucking up to their own luscious images in the bathroom mirror. Real tits and false tits, poking petulantly at tight sweaters, everyone pushing and shoving for their chance to slather one more layer of lipstick on their already brightly colored mouths. Ohhh…and I am just a little very fragile doll taking-in all of the sights and sounds! I am frightened and I taste fear on my tongue but the taste is not unpleasant.
Oh, girlfriend, if you could have been there! We were drunk and tough and tarted. We were so full of ourselves that the universe revolved around us. The sun rose and set for our amusement. Marti, Bobbi and Terri, Laurie, Mimi, Joyce and Raven…we fought in all our subtle ways (and often in not so subtle ways) of who else would troop through the door of that little hole of a bar that was our universe. We mixed our glamour with scotch and sex in cars, hotel rooms, motel hallways, elevators and we loved to be bitchy and hard-edged like crudely cut diamonds. The best of us could swing from high society glamour girl to tough-talking street tramp in the blink of our false lashes. May our seams never run crooked, and may ones gestalt always remain tight. Glamour-especially the glamour of the lesbian world is often mixed with bitchiness and jealousy and all of those other vital emotions that make our world a great soap opera unto itself.
I am what I am and offer no explanation; no apology. There is no use in attempting to reason—to question--when I sit in front of my makeup mirror. There are no 'whys' in my world. It is enough to tighten my corset so strongly that every breath is a shallow effort. It is enough to embrace my fetishes and D/s obsessions with the fervor of a lover. I love the way my lesbian obsessions mount me and totally possess me.
https://i.ibb.co/XZvHKCms/Chateau-Marmont.jpg
https://i.ibb.co/8Dj374Vs/Swinging-Both-Ways.jpg
Oh mein Gott,sie erinnert mich sooo dolle an meine Herrin,die leider zur Zeit in Brasilien weilt. :Liebe: