Part 2 – Take a deep breath Don’t say anything. The way you hold your breath already gives me everything. Your eyes run over every exposed curve, but they remain fixed… on my hand. On the firm gesture, on the detail of the touch. On the way I hold the glass calmly, with control. Here, the control is mine. You just observe… and desire. The skin on display, the fabric that slips, the wine that slides cold. Nothing is by chance. Each scene was designed to awaken your most silent fetish. And you? Are you going to stay there, obeying in silence… Or do you need me to tell you what to do now? #fetish
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luis-fe-45186 Do you come from the depths of heaven or rise from the abyss, / O Beauty! Your gaze, infernal and divine, Confuses good and evil, / And for this reason you can be compared to wine. Hymn to Beauty (Charles Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil)