wet dream # 6 | me, myself, the woman

Probably nothing suites the human spirit best then exploring elements in full nudity. Water, air, wind, rain, cold or hot. A paradox ain’t it so? In order to fulfil some extend of spiritual fulness one has to strip naked.

I swam a bit in the first light, in this old river of Europe – oldest?! Dunno.. and if so never felt this younger.

the F on board, bored

Published by swordsman

Deep sea storyteller. Overseas officer, in all my doings. Passionate about swords & sheaths, steel and flesh ones. Pornographer by nature in pursuit for human bodies and spirits love synergies.

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