I entered the underground train and a woman snuck her hand in my pocket and got my wallet. I realised that something strange happened and after 5-10 seconds I found out that my wallet was gone. I went to that woman and asked her if she took something from me. She replied that she couldn't understand the language. I asked again and she opened her bag so I could search it. My wallet was not there. I felt that her jacket seemed suspicious with that scarf she was wearing. I asked her to unzip it. I put my hand inside her jacket and touched her side, looking for the wallet. I felt something near her breast and asked her what is it. She laughed nervously and took out the wallet. I just looked at her, took the wallet and left without saying anything.
Everything above happened today, in real life.
For some reason though, I keep thinking about that woman. Maybe it was her eyes. Maybe that nervous laugh. Maybe that I touched her. But I wish I had the time to take her to the nearest police station. Who knows, maybe we would end up in a corner having passionate sex.
Intellectual, imaginative and elegant... ‘Ink is my blood’ is the motto of this passionate artist. Based in Europe, mysterious Apollonia Saintclair is probably one of the most relevant contemporary erotic illustrators.