Orgasmic Living

I’m holding the flute glass with one hand while I gaze out of the window. The naughty bubbles of champagne emerge to the surface and burst into a soft prickly sensation on my face. My skin reacts, my body giggles. “What if your whole life would be orgasmic? How much more fun could you have?” …

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Villa Borghese, Sunday at noon… There’s peace in every shout. There’s tumult in every stone. We’re magic to the tip of our fingertips. We’re miracle workers walking. There’s no grain of sand, there’s no drop of water, no swirls in the wind, no spark in the fire that doesn’t exist in you. You are it! …

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‘What makes your heart sing?’ ‘Oh, that’s easy, I answered making a silly face. How long do you have? Let me grab my cup of coffee.’ I crash on my couch, lift my legs on the little puff in front of me, I hold the mug in my hands and… ‘Let’s put it like this. …

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There is one thing I remember. The tingling in my toes. I’d call it a curious sensation given the context. My high heel shoes were normally comfortable and fancy enough to give my body a slightly elongated shape that would flatter my butt. Pointed. Stiletto’s. Black daim. They match my black bodycon dress. I also …

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All it took… was a fraction of an almost imperceptible glance, a stolen look at my plunging decoltée, to feel all his guilt, his wonder, his pleasure and his shameless… desire. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I’m such a shameless sinner. A cheeky, outrageous, impossible and despicable woman. How do I dear show …

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