Ten libertine adventures
Woe to the woman who falls in love! even a single lover can ruin it, while ten libertine adventures, even repeated every day, if one wants, will vanish in the silence of the night as soon as they are experienced.
Woe to the woman who falls in love! even a single lover can ruin it, while ten libertine adventures, even repeated every day, if one wants, will vanish in the silence of the night as soon as they are experienced.
No man can fall in love with a woman who has not imagined himself naked and in the most unthinkable sexual positions.
No woman can fall in love with a man who has not fallen prey to these sensations, unleashing the libido, for her.
Desiring to live, feel, get excited and have the courage to make mistakes.
Desiring to experience sex, in all its forms and different intensities.
Having to show themselves as saints, knowing how to properly instigate the demon of those they have chosen to indulge in.
We were free and happy.
Only the old ones, out of envy, criticize the debauchery of those who still have so much to be passionate about.
I can’t express the cravings coursing through my body. I can’t use that direct way of telling me that you want me. I’ll tell you with a photo and, now, can you hurry and come to me?
Ode to good wine. Ode to beautiful women.
A woman and a glass of wine satisfy every need; he who doesn’t drink and kiss is worse than dead.
After all, we know well that wine and women lead even the wise astray.