I have returned from my erotic exile.
I am back, once again & forever more.
Back on my native shores. Back on this ancestral island. Back, politics be damned, in La Belle Province.
After over a decade in the three-leafed nation, I come back to my fleur-de-lys.
Gloriously.
I will now once more let loose, literally speaking. I will let my passions unfurl on the screen. Your eyes are starting to dart back in forth on the screen a bit in ecstatic anticipation, don't they?
Is it true? They doubt it. I've let them down before.
But like I cat, I always fall back on all fours.
Is it true? Will she let you gaze into her little depraved mind once more?
Will I feast my eyes upon her tarty sweet adventures in lust soon?
Oh, what a tease.
But the blood rushed, didn't it, hot and warm through your body as you read that paragraph up there. The words, like burning embers in the coal of the groin. A primal twitch.
Reminded you of sex.
And the way it's started to warm you up. Makes you a bit flush. A smidgen feverish, to a degree. From the inside.
Now you are absolutely focused on sex. The anticipation of it. The lecherous focus.
I love when his cock enters me.
Sex is a wild abandonment.
A paradise. Hel. Valhalla: only for those who died in battle.
And I feel like a buxom valkyrie, bringing us closer to G-d, as we whisper his name in a total climax, unison and abandon in each other and the universe.
Flirting always leads to sex.
But I repeat - did you miss me?
