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MarSyl |
24 reviews |
Reviewed Jan - Jun 2013 |
Published 14 Jan 2013 |
| 2 Hours or less in . |
And then, when you think you've experienced it all, after a weekend of nearly continuous debauchery, approaching exhaustion but increasingly unsure about what I was trying to conjure up, even beginning to consider other, nice hobbies, she springs into the room. She springs, dances, sings her way to the panoramic view from the windows, two times around the table, and onto the bed. There are ladies that leave you with a smile on your lips, but with her, that's where it starts. No trace of initial awkwardness, no talking without having anything to say, no pretence. Remove everything constructed and superfluous, and what's it all about? What's the core? The core, my friends, is joy. Joy for the sake of joy! I could describe the details about our meeting, but it wouldn't add anything. Talking, making out, and everything in between, why should it be about anything else than happiness? I could feel her energy ruthlessly tracing and dissolving all remnants of low spirits desperately trying to hide in the shadows of my heart. Waxing lyrical? Yes! Everything was possible again, all I had to do was give in. If I'm asked whether I'd like to see her again, I'll take that as an insult. Do you want to go through life, or live? Do you want to tick boxes, or be cheerful? Do you want to see a fille de joie, or feel vibrantly alive with a once-in-a-lifetime true playmate?
I had forgotten, but now I remember. (Looks 9.50; Service 10.00) |
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