No. 163 a Dildo Has Grown on a Tree

In the shade of a tree on a late afternoon, a quiet moment where all you can hear is the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. Here, all by myself, I’m completely absorbed in “playing with toys.” A gap between appearance and reality? I’m sure there is one. But please, don’t let that bother you. I’m just being myself, playing with a clear mind. A little sense of transgression and freedom that only adults can truly savor. It’s such a luxury to have time to enjoy myself without pretending to be someone else. Why don’t you take a peek too? You might just discover a new side of yourself.