Imagine. the crackle of a newly lit fire, the glow of old gold that emerges from the darkness of a corner and the illumination of a beloved book title. the only audible noise is the lapping of the sea waves which entwines with the sound of the seagulls. you settle on a velvet sofa with a glass of wine watching the sunset. Secret. Desire. Intimacy. Self pleasure. The magic.


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