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Even surrounded by limitless space, the Girl felt alone, still content. Her naked body caressed by the gentle breathe, as she stood proud, feeling no shame about her nudity. Then the Man stepped in and the Girl's heart welcomed his arrival with a lustful beat. Strong arms slid around the bare body, urging the blood to run faster, and the loins to burn with desires...

Her life was a melody. A collection of the humming tones of tenderness, the pulsating rhythm of passion, the crescendo of joy, and the sweet cacophony of love, melting together into the euphony of Her life. This same melody ruled Her body when She made love, when She felt Her gentle sex burning with desire, when She tangled with Her beloved like two perfect notes on the music sheet.

The Girl was waiting for something. Her beautiful eyes, like two crystal clean lakes, looking through the window. Her body, clad in laces, burning in anticipation. Her fingers, restless and craving, wandered along Her body, down to Her moist folds, wanting, wishing... and when He finally arrived, She accepted Him inside with demanding gentleness.

She loved the couple in the mirror, because They were the same as Her and Her Lover, but bared from the boredom of the everyday. That couple existed only to love, always wishing for one another, trembling with desire, burning in passion. They were making love, that two inside the mirror, as She made love in front of it, throwing away the chains and only live for the moment.

The aim was always the perfection for Her. She was restless, constantly in motion, chiseling Her body until Her beauty was unquestionable. This very beauty was the thing that captured His heart and lured Him to Her. He couldn't stop but admire Her perfection, and He craved to get a hold on Her voluptuous body... and finally He did.

The urges inside were limitless, consuming, overwhelming. The Girl, her breathing heavy with anticipation, wished nothing more than a touch. She wanted to feel the power the male body, the hard erection penetrating her, taking control over her, driving her to the peak over and over again, until the flame inside finally got soothed.

She treasured the mornings. The aroma of the fresh bakery, the smell of the hot coffee, the touch of the rising sun over Her skin. The smile of Her Lover as He hugged her close, kissing Her in such a way that settled fire between Her silky thighs. She loved the way He got turned on, and the way He turned Her on.... and She loved the quick, hungry sex followed after. The mornings were the best!

This was Eden itself, at least for Her. She adored every little corners of it. She loved the lush green, she loved to see the Sun peeking through between the leaves, she loved how the heavy scent of the countless flowers made her light-headed... and She loved when His Lover pleased her naked body right there, adding even more to the magic of her garden.

The fantasy of a woman is her sacred garden, watered by her lustful honey, and giving birth to the flowers of Her heart. A woman's fantasy is colorful and gentle, like the touch against her skin. A woman's fantasy is about strength, still, it's gentle... it is about hardness, still, it is so lovingly soft.