Zenith Aura 🔞
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Bedtime Mom told Dad that,I’m not a little girl anymore. There was no need for him to tuck me in every night. Dad says, I’m still his little girl and he will always want to care and nurture me. I’m a Daddy’s girl, I yearn for his touch and attention in anyway he chooses to show or give it to me.
The Adoring Coach When I was in 8th grade I was madly in love with my track coach. I followed him around like a puppy. But nothing ever happened. I returned home on Summer break and he came by for an unexpected visit, I was all grown up now,all the deliciously sinful things he wanted to do, was now
Home My home is where the earth meets the clouds Hard to reach Easy to stay Thoughts run free Desires burn wild No limitations to imagination
Growing up in a patriarchal society, one learns to prioritize the needs of the men in our family. All of their needs are my concern, I love to make the men happy and satisfied.
My Crazy Uncles Welcome to the 4 part series about my somewhat socially awkward uncles, who live a bit isolated in the Austrian Alps. During the summer break, I try to check in on them, I bring them some food and straighten up around their house. And reestablish our wonderful family connection.
Dad’s Chair My Dad and I would spend hours in his favorite chair, under a blanket watching tv or reading a book. In our own world filled with secrets and a deep love. When I sit in the chair without my Dad, I feel all those emotions from my childhood when my Dad would play and care for me.
Belly of the Beast I love boys with a belly. In German we say, a man without a belly is not a man. Well, a nice translation.
Beating the Heat I love going to the public swimming pool during the day, that’s when the seniors are there, mostly. Looking to cool off and play around. I swim up to my favorite one and enjoy all the sweetness of summer.
Life is Sweet🍦 Slow down and enjoy the melt, time, space,yesterday. It all melts away into a memory or just a taste. Get the scoop add the sprinkles, it’s summer.
Stolen Moments It’s a challenge to sneak away for just a few precious minutes, but when we do, the rewards are a passionate retrieve. We let these stolen moments make memories that we play over and over again in our hearts, until the next time we become thieves of time and desire.
Sunday Walk A summer Sunday is made for long walk and sitting in the sun. Unwind and let the mind and fingers wander.
Dirty Deeds So let the grease and the dark dirt fly, with blackened hands and focused eyes. For nothing beats the wicked fun of a deprived dirty deed that’s done for amusement. Part ll in the comments🚦
