TINTO BRASS'S ARTISTIC EROTICA

My boyfriend and I went to the seashore one day,

hoping to find an ideal spot on the beach where we could pet and make love.

All of a sudden, I discovered we were not alone.

I didn't tell Dario because he might have wanted to move to another spot.

I realized I rather like being looked at.

I don't know, it excited me.

It made it more thrilling and enjoyable.

The very thought of being looked at made me feel marvelously daring and bold.

Sure, not bad.

On what?

That you knew it and saw it all right, too.

You're not a man, you know it, Tintin.

Listen to his talking.

Why don't you do what she did, also?

I know it, sir.

Modest? Or are you afraid?

No, that's not it. My fiancé wouldn't like it, that's why.

Did I say with your fiancé, Lulu?

You don't have to do it with him.

If not, then with her.

But that's your affair, no?

But if it's not with my fiancé, I really wouldn't know where to find pleasure.

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