Trust you would enjoy reading this short tale, I`ve written a while ago. I am wearing a dress from Whistles, and jewellery from Missoma.
Lust - A Short Story
Sébastien is watching a group of young
men painstakingly cleaning their boats at Ponta Preta. The ocean is breathing
rapidly, in and out, taking the blond sand from the beach and carrying it to
its cerulean-coloured depths. The men start tossing buckets of water at each
other, to amuse this enchanting mermaid, who decided to grace this sun-scorched
seashore. She admires their ripe muscles, clearly visible under sodden
t-shirts. The warm, Saharan wind gently
embraces her peachy skin, and lifts up a few ruffles of her skirt. She laughs and so do they. Her corset-style
bodice heaves with each gulp of salty air.
The sky blushes and the sun kisses the ocean `good night`. Sébastien,
you are likely to break a few hearts tonight… let`s go! It is time to dance on
the rooftops of Santa Maria.
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