Oh, another weekend and once again time to catch up, one hour time-zone away in the real time. For this we settled in the old familiar tent found at Kalepa, its oriental music alluring in the magical LCD of our screens.
I like assuming the male pose ball. Whenever I get the chance, I like trying them, how I'd look in one, and liking what I see. It more or less reflects the real me. I'm not saying that my man would like the female pose ball better. But the chance to swap one's common gestures, and not be challenged by it, is comforting, and like the rhythm swaying on this place, I found captivating.
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