Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 7 am…until then…slipping again and again under the sheets, hugging the whole sweet Aussie…arranging the curls and seizing all the sweets… Lost underneath…deep intrusion… Hugging those beautiful thighs…trumpets and bells…immersion in the Valley, up to the Bazaar…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Great Graceful Climb-ing…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lily prison, lily cuddles…The Pulse…sweeeeet prisoner…collapse…The Nose… Come here… My sweet Aussie and the mollies…infinite smile… Is my love here/ there? The same explosion…celestial perspective…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…The Great Sweetness on his way…infinite ecstasy…jail time…fire… I “said”: in your mind, my Love…kisses on the neck… You, most beloved…what’s in your mind now? Slipping…eating the aussie…forced landing…fire At the baths, they replaced the old traditional hair dryers with new ones that look like rectangular boxes mounted on vertical bars at adjustable height. The air blows from the front at a 45-degree angle and is triggered by movement. There are motion sensors somewhere in the box, and I was told I had to wave my hand underneath – or in front of it – to switch it on. Well… I waved an entire symphony until someone told me I shouldn’t wave but simply hold my hand underneath. I did so, and it worked… for a few seconds, then it stopped. I waved my hand again, it started, then stopped… I gave up and went out into the sun. New tech, high tech…idiots… Laughing at the back door…my sweet Aussie’s code: Underneath ‘The brightest morning’ is The Big Fat Noir with the ‘Shhhhh…’; pretexts off…kisses on the hips, tulip-capture…infinite ecstasy… Lost underneath…arch-cuddle, deep intrusion…seizing the Hills…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…lily prison…jail time…The Pulse…infinite desire… And my Love? How is your day so far? Lily-storm…rain of Love So I had to swim fast, and even so, my Love, I was again the slowest…I think I can be considered the “inventor” of the lazy frog swimming style… At 7:45 all the felines were whistled out of the pools… In the afternoooon I went swimming…at 5:00 pm I switched to out-of-office and ran to the baths…under the lime tree… My Love, I’m heeeeeere Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…deep intrusion Next turn at 9 pm, my Love… I can’t stay now, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…think of adding more content to our dialogues…a trumpet/ square inch of sweet Aussie… Infinite laughs…my sweet, stubborn, talkative Aussie…kisses on the neck, down on the Trumpets Road… Anything new, my Love? Surrender Attack Establishing the target area… Hunger… What an exciting dialogue, my Love…deep intrusion Kisses on that line of candor…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…love-squeeze…bells on the Lilies Road, peony-love…immersion in the Bazaar…sweets and scandal…tulip-love…emergency turn…collapse No conversation…lost underneath Did my Aussie sleep? How is his heart, his soul? My Love, I’m heeeeeeere Infinite ecstasy…your thighs, your hips…seizing the Hills…I’m done… Impossible Aussie… Let’s sleep…sweet dreams, my Love… Purring on The Path, holding The Great Sweetness…lost…how am I going to work, my Love? Finally…some sort of dialogue…one day I’ll eat you I have to go, my Love and you should sleep…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…I’ll be arranging the curls, lilying the Dimples, caressing the Hills, invading the Bazaar…lost in you Max angle…your hands don’t know where, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…Hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse..lily-cuddles…jail time…infinite ecstasy… Eating the aussie…don’t know where to start… Lost underneath…deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…The Great Intrusion…lily prison…jail time… AAAhhh… Lost in your curls… My Love and his code My love, are you here/ there? Did you fall asleep? Lilies on the Dimples, trumpets and bells and peony-Love on the Hills…detour to the front, Big Scandal…turning the Aussie…slipping, landing…The Pulse…lily-cuddles, jail time… Hungry tulips…fire Hugging those beautiful thighs…trumpets and bells and peony-love up to the Bazaar…pretext off…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…tight hug, buttercups invasion, gems-kisses…lost on you My most beloved…kisses on that line of candor…seizing the Hills…vampire tulips…emergency turn…collapse… Lily-storm… My Love…are you here/ there…click-fatigue…the same explosion…