What some would call a modern day
In general, people savor the “pleasures of the flesh” only on condition that they be insipid.
Georges Bataile, The Story of the Eye
Georges Bataile, The Story of the Eye
What he gave me 
In the mirror, in the divey hotel I stole him away to for the thrill of being contrary: I let him slide his hand from base to tip.
When you disappeared
The last time I saw you, it was your reflection: the city spread out behind you from forty floors up, shining through the image of your skin, glistening. Bleak. I nearly forgot my scarf, graphic black and white, that held your eyes tightly shut. I told you my job is truly half to be a spy, and half to be a detective. I crept out of your room after having handed you the worst decision: you could let me have my way with you as thoroughly as I craved with no promise of release, or you could crumple at my feet, still enclosed in black leather straps, and offer yourself, spattering sweat and your own fluids into your palm. You were wise and chose torment, and you trembled as you took it, and you were smiling as I slipped back into my coat.
Sleek, silent, and made of stainless steel. A unique vibe designed by San Francisco’s CITIZEN:Citizen exclusively for Jimmyjane.
Though men of delicate taste be rare, they are easily to be distinguished in society, by the soundness of their understanding and the superiority of their faculties above the rest of mankind… Many men, when left to themselves, have but a faint and dubious perception of beauty, who yet are capable of relishing any fine stroke, which is pointed out to them.
“Of the Standard of Taste” by David Hume (not quite what I intended to find when searching for “leather+thong” — but provocative all the same)
“Of the Standard of Taste” by David Hume (not quite what I intended to find when searching for “leather+thong” — but provocative all the same)The purest sex.
(I found it on my first search, A. Are you feeling lucky?)
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