Letter to my Vibro
When ? Where ? How ? And how often ?
That’s the type of questions than I’m asking to myself when I can’t stop thinking about you. You, my best friend, my boyfriend, my compagnon, my only current love. Life is quiet troubling but you’re always here. Present for me. Any time I need you.
Thought, desire, naughtiness, gesture, fantasy, imaginary, tension, pleasure, coït, and orgasm.
Which relationship am I suppose to have with you ? Bringing you on my handbag everywhere. Like an extension of myself, an extension of my desire and my pleasure.
Breathe.
Trying to think about something else. Trying to pushing down my pulsions. Trying to silence my libido.
Breathe.
How did I do before met you ? My life was similar to a flat and boring lake. My pleasure was desired, and my desire was unsatisfied.
No need of
video or flattering reading, with you by my side, everything is realistic. Every dream can be
touchable.
Touching me, desire me, discover me. I don’t think every woman imagine that power. Your power. What would be better than the perfect and irresistible knowledge of myself ? From outside and inside ?
Go deeper. Go longer. Keep going.
Why I would need a boyfriend ? I have my vibro.