The door opens onto the universe which, for a long time, has silently and secretly fueled my most beautiful fantasies.
On this autumn afternoon, under your protective and caring gaze, I slip into the depths of a universe which from dreamlike is anchored in reality.
Delicious….anxiety at its peak which increases tenfold the desire to offer oneself,
Anesthetic….
abandonment to trust, Caressing,….the whip on my body,
Sublimating,…the blindfold isolates me and exposes me.
Suspended like time, an October afternoon...
Your expert hands, your lips, your whispers in my ear….
make me shiver, tremble, feel every inch of my body How soft were your hands slapping my buttocks, musical, the swirl of the whip and stinging, stinging, the stick….
Detached from the concerns of the outside world, I revel in the flavor of the moment.
What I feel, what I see, what I feel is only pleasure, the wheel panics and panics me, in weightlessness, I feel inner peace invade me. …..Running my legs, I savor the warmth of the water from the fountain that it is so precious for me to feel gushing…..How
wonderful it was that October afternoon.
“Cris et Chuchotements”, a place of aesthetics and inspiration, is one of those confidential bubbles where time freezes and from which we emerge grown.
Like classical theater, the unity of time, place and action is illustrated magnificently; dramatic interest, conciseness and scene combine in the 21st century as skillfully as in the 17th.
First steps of an initiatory journey on the scene of flavors of body and soul…. 48 hours have passed, my body still vibrates with 1000 mixed sensations, with a lightness that carries me away, carries me and gives me an unspeakable well-being!
