The Nymphs Magazine, Erotic lifestyle blog

Summer. Wind. Clouds and Mediterranean Sea. You remember, my darling?

V sign

The V sign is a hand gesture in which the index and middle fingers are raised and parted, while the other fingers are clenched. It has various meanings, depending on the cultural context and how it is presented. It is most commonly used to represent the letter “V” as in “victory”; as a symbol of peace; and to represent the number 2. It was adopted by the 1960s counterculture movement as a sign for peace.

The breasts of a woman: a magnificent obsession… [photo#2]

German Sunburn

The nationally that is most likely to sunbathe on a beach nude are Germans. Not Brazilian or French’s as one would think. While Americans who are too prude, fall way down the list. So the reality of you actually having to stumble upon a nude beach this summer are very slim.

German Nude Beach > Island of Rügen, Island of Sylt, Mecklenburg Lake District, Island of Borkum

I love Porn!

Your Feet, by Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet.

Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet.

I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them.

Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower.

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

Erotic Girl in B.R. movie: The human sexy copies

B.R. has a similar erotic temperature [to S.W.——’s tangible, sweaty, warm body in A——]. Beneath and within its futuristic cityscape there are three replicant women…all dressed and played as unique, attractive individuals… . we want the tough hero to melt these silicon hearts. ((D. Thomson),p62) 

Gallery Dream #4

A ‘double sofa’: the scent of sex

Gallery Dream #3

Gallery Dream #2

To be or not to be…  

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep…
No more, and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
 Must give us pause. (…) 

(Shakespeare)

‘Banana Dance’ in 2012 blog…