Persephone: "I am not arrogant. I just know my worth. And it is high. I always sleep stark naked in expensive white linen sheets. Yesterday I enjoyed the pleasure of watching strange porn and cumming while looking at the LinkedIn photo of my favourite boss. Thereafter I stood naked in the white light of the full moon on the terrace of my penthouse, dancing just a little, swaying my hips. Just enyoing my body and being me. How does that make you feel?"

Persephone: My dear, I'm sorry it's so late, I didn't manage to go home alone either. Healthy simplicity accompanied me in a beautiful form. I almost let the boy stay overnight with me. But then I realized that I can't sleep without feeling you. You know what I mean. I just cum again, just for you. It was the most pleasurable shiver I've had in the last twenty-four hours.

For the record: I showered and put on perfume before sitting at my desk. I'm wearing nothing more than black seamed stockings with a widesuspender belt. I'm getting wet again, haunted by an idea that I dare not tell you. "Digressions are indisputably the sunshine; they are the life, the soul of reading," says Laurence Sterne. I feel compelled to say things that should be kept to myself. I can't do anything else, I'm putting my life inyour hands. Please, forgive me. I wish you would cum on me.

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Persephone: "I always find it funny how, especially during ovulation, there are like three men standing in my office doing small talk for an hour; absolutelly refusing to leave. Yet completelly unaware what has this effect on them as the have little empathy for others or their own feelings. They brag and try to be funny. It amuses me a lot. Their lack of empathy however is a bit of a turnoff; the biggest erogene zone of a woman is her mind. To impress her you have to a least be able to read it to some extend."

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"Don't stop yourself from laughing ... sex is so funny." Wakefield Poole

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Ice sharks reach sexual maturity at the age of one hundred and fifty. They grow to the size of great white sharks at a snail's pace. There is an assumption that specimens that already existed in the Columbus era are refusing to be explored in the Arctic Ocean. Harpoon points were found in a bowhead whale that was forcibly put on ice in this millennium, revealing that the animal had escaped its hunters in the 19th century. Although bowhead whales have hardly any natural enemies, "their survival program is always on alert" (David A. Sinclair).

For some people, physical desire dwindles when it is triggered too physically. It grows with the use of voice, education and intelligence. That is why people who feel differently act like destroyers for people whose pleasure center needs to be stimulated with words. The crux of the matter is that at some point the brainfuckers (as experienced sex workers call them) have to get down to business. They have to take off their clothes and lie on top of each other and this program can be an absolute killer for such people.

Simone likes to go out among people as a well-dressed Cinderella. She enjoys situations that others find yawningly boring. Seduction is a driving force of her existence. She always has an erotic project, even in the phases of stable relationships. The enigmatic keeps her going. She reacts to language and voice and to the timbre of intelligence. She can experience sensational things in public places. Sometimes she moves as if she were touched by veils and as if there were only flowing and fleeting things in the world.

Simone loves sexual small and trash talk. She weaves naughty things into marginal remarks and experiences little sensations in the process. That tug in the groin. The singing of the cunt. That indomitable desire to climb up an erotic ladder into a stranger's house. To become intimate with strangers and almost strangers.

Where does carelessness come from? The mania for turning every little thrill into something monumental, to the whinnying delight of office stalliones. Every blowjob between door and hinge ... hotel bed and conference room... powerpoint presentation and debriefing in a closed society should mean something and have a poetic dimension. Simone announces: I have been in that situation where a fellow presenter cum on my dress during a handjob in the hotel room at break time. I wanted to go to my room to a quickly change. In the elevator I met B., who I liked much better than the guy before. I was so overexcited that I just kissed B. He was immediately hooked, his room was closer to the elevator than mine. He pulled me through the door and pushed me onto the floor in front of him. He didn't notice the sperm stains of his predecessor, so quickly I was out of my dress. Of course B. couldn't imagine my rapid change. From one man to another in minutes. Manifestations didn't play a role yet, I only knew the in and out game. I liked to see the fountain rise. Better a cock in your hand than a pigeon on the roof. I was fascinated by the variations, the small differences, the first man had stuck to the absolute minimum. I had stood in front of him fully dressed and jerked him off like he could have done in any toilet. He hadn't wasted a thought on my needs. B. thought that his fun was also my fun. We were all in a terrible hurry, there was business pressure. The mix had a drug effect not only on me.

Simone feels diary pages with her experiences, which couldn't be weirder. With the most casual acquaintances, she starts email conversations that often don't stop when she points out - each time with the same pleasure - that she has just taken off her panties, and this is important, for the person she addresses in writing.

Writing is needed to distill a certain, by no means unrivalled pleasure. That is one variant, nothing more.