Erotic art called ohwhatawoman

So, I analyzed the last article. HMM, it looks like something bright and juicy. Let's call this a spot of paint: the image is drawn, but other elements do not allow the meaning to form)

Because there are lots of emotions, lots of abstinence, lots of truth)

But colors are not words.....Words can touch much deeper.

Although.... How do handmade works of art differ from each other? Things that are written or drawn are all the work of hands, masturbation is also the work of hands! I'll call masturbation art too! Isn't orgasm and its achievement unique? As any art created by a person, this is an attempt to capture the feeling that is being created inside the artist.

One day the sensations would be collected in a jar and examined, I hope they wouldn't be as terrible as dead children in the Kunstkammer)

As people are now collecting their pinterest boards, new people would appear — collectors of sensations. And the person who collected more interesting ones, becomes the coolest)))) Oh, this is the feeling of a girl who wants to masturbate, but terribly misses her beloved boyfriend, the body demands an orgasm. Flipping through porn, she will get into a state of disgust. You know, when the body came, and you didn't feel any fuckin thing, because this stupid clickbait didn't get out of your head. I've had this feeling so many times: you're looking for a video to cum, and by the moment you've found something, you've already changed your mind, because there's so much vomit.

And adult movies clickbaits are a separate art form, I think) It is necessary for some fashion designer to come up with a whole roll of fabric where various human parts and their actions are written in small print)

All in all, returning to my analysis of the last article. The topic with different libido and different frequency of sex is very interesting and relevant)

Quite recently, one evening over pink wine, there is some kind of killer wine that kills but you can't stop drinking it, 4 different women gathered, we didn't know each other, but this did not prevent us from discussing something! I was climbing up the hill and saw a cute restaurant that was lit with pink neon. And, as a modern person, I really like pink neon) It got me sucked in) I fell on a street chair, and saw off the sunset with the yard dogs of Tbilisi, who were hanging out and barking like fools)

So it happened that all 4 of us ended up at a table together and started chatting about politics and men and the relationship between Russians and Georgians, both with a political facet, and a female-male one, to which a passing Russian woman with a stroller shouted: you shouldn't date Georgians)

No one was going to, we were just chatting) It's funny, when women gather, drink and chat, then some kind of bacchanal begins to occur, like eavesdropping passers-by. And at the end, a man came up to us and said something very seriously in Georgian, and then it turned out that he was saying that we would not wait for his death, he would not die. Oh, he was so worried about that) Do not date them, do not wait for his death... Apparently we were laughing at the top of our lungs the whole yard could hear us)

Flew away again))) And the juiciest topic was about the difference between people's point on sex whether they are in a relationship or not. A girl of Georgian-Azerbaijani origin said that for her sex is love, that when she was with her first love, she did not look at his penis at all because she was shy. And someone said that if her boyfriend didn't fuck her, then she would fuck someone herself) no, it wasn't me)

But does our human attitude depend on how our parents raised us, whether they told us what love and pussy connections were? Yes, it all affects us. For example, I am a rabid devil with an energetically overflowing, huge piece of erotic meteorite, but at the same time I can't just go and sleep with someone like that, I need the conditions that my parents taught me, and the conditions that I taught myself. Yes, it is directly related, but look at how beautifully the river overflowed in this place, because if there was no barrier from the moralizing of my parents and pressure from society, then the river would just flow, and so it resulted in erotic art called ohwhatawoman.

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