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12 min
I Feel Myself
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Frieda, so still in her contemplative meditation that I thought these opening moments were a photograph. Hand to heart, curls tumbling over the soothing white of her linen bedthings. I love every second I get to spend in awe of Frieda, warmed by my own rapture, by the sunset colours of her skin, by her indulgent moans.
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