Mind blow

Rose and me have been quite busy lately. And I don’t mean busy like in a metaphorical, naughty way; but like in busy. Well, it is true that our last three days have been filled with crazy cybersex (did I just fuck a pillow??) and fantasizing about our soon-to-be life together. Yeah, one of this days we’ll have to post something of it. But we are too busy. That’s the life of a young couple: work, lunch break, sex, work, dinner, sex, sleep four hours.

But don’t you worry, dear voyeurs, we’ll try to find some time for you. Who knows?, maybe we’ll even decide to upload some hardcore fragments of our fallen angel video… but for that you’ll have to ask nicely >;-D

I like it rough

One song sticked to my mind lately. And everytime I hear the verse "if it's not rough it isn't fun" I can't help but thinking about sex. Or rather fucking. As I really like it rough. The same as I like to be just slowly making love, hearing Lechien sweet talking to my ear.
Lately I got even more fond of contrasts. I realised that, while eating greedily dark chocolate. I was relishing its bitter-sweetness thinking that I used to hate that taste.
The same I enjoyed sweet taste of milk chocolate to just after few seconds feel hot in my throught caused by cocoa-chilli filling.
I love to jump between dimensions. Play with labels. Mix oppositions.
I know there are poeple who think only in white, and ones that think only in black. But I believe that majority can slide among the gray scale.

I like these pictures, as for me it's a mix of sweetness and bitterness.
Warm skin and cold wall.
Pretty and ugly.
Innocent and dirty.
Smooth and rough.
Heaven and hell.
You can find here whatever you want.