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THE MADNESS OF LAST NIGHT

Ida J

Cover: Chris Phillips

Berlinable invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

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He sends me pictures. Pictures of him in the street, looking dapper, in a suave suit or some creative outfit. He’s into fashion. We’re getting on well, it’s almost romantic. A developing friendship via the medium of dick pics and compliments, he sends me photos from Paris fashion week while he’s there. He has a broad, handsome face, wears stylish glasses. His name is Jason.

He sends quite spicy photos too. They’re beautifully framed, all of them, he clearly has a keen aesthetic sense. His sizeable cock, from many different angles, in different surroundings, different situations. It’s a beautiful penis, long and large and buoyant, one of those that doesn’t grow and shrink so much in a hardened and relaxed state, it always seems to be the same length. There are pictures of it poking obscenely from underwear, the waistband pulled down to reveal resplendent cock and balls.

I show the pictures to Alexander, my best friend and chief confidante in these matters. He concurs with my assessment. He makes the observation that you can tell it’s really big because it reaches past his bellybutton. In one shot, the thick meaty sausage obscures his belly button completely. In another, it rests just to the side of his navel, extending quite some distance past it. The elastic of the waistband stretches down under his balls, that sit, shining twin ovoids, under the extended cock. Between them, the penis rises like a tower, the grooves on either side are pronounced but the penis is smooth, without visible veins. At the very tip, the head peeks out from the foreskin, a shade lighter than the rest.