Tension

BY Ginaadrienne
Confess Your Erotic Fantasy

God, he makes me lose all my words.

The tension is unbearable. Those ocean eyes. The little sarcastic banter between us. We both want each other desperately, neither of us will approach first. We live next door to each other, bedroom windows half a meter apart. I touch myself thinking about him, wondering if he's thinking about me and doing the same. I'm almost certain he must be. I fantasize about the day we lose ourselves in one another, the day we lose all inhibition and finally play out our desires. Just pure ecstasy, getting lost in his eyes while our bodies writhe from pleasure. I want him to hear me while I touch myself for him and in turn get so hard that he has no choice but to knock on my door and take what he wants.

I'm waiting, Ocean eyes.

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Active between the XIX and the XX centuries, we know very little about Fameni (or Leporini). The artist worked under a pseudonym illustrating erotic novels with very explicit images, and was closely linked to the same circles as the Marquis de Sade.