Hello, my name is Rita.

Those in the know say I’m a powerful addiction, the memory of my touch ingraining itself far beneath your skin. A recollection of long, chestnut hair, full, rich lips, wonderfully caramel skin, and dazzling eyes that stared up at you from behind jet-black lashes and reminded you of the Aegean Sea.
I spend my days seeking adventure, my wild libertine soul seeking beauty and connection in odd places, without regard for reason or morality. I advocate indulging without feeling bad since I am a true epicurean. After dinner, I like to suggest staying for one more glass of perfumed wine while my cheeks begin to turn a similar shade of cherry red from the scorching flame of cupidity. One sunny afternoon, perhaps you’ll join me as we have freshly shucked oysters on the edge of a pier with their sweet wine streaming down our chins. I’ll be hanging my legs in the refreshing, salty ocean water while the sun burns my legs to a rich bronze color.
The most romantic occasions are typically those when impassioned caresses follow the relaxed talk and are deceptively simple and unpretentious. After all, the temptation is the juiciest apple, and I can never resist taking another taste.

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XOXO, Rita