Ingmar Bergman at the Malmo Theater 1960s
I see shots like this and wonder what the fuck is wrong with me? Why. Why? Why! Why have I not invested in one of these dildos with a strong suction cup? I die inside to the thought of watching you fuck yourself against a wall, a window, the wood floor, you name it. Oh, sweet, sexy humility. I don’t know that you could look at me while fucking yourself this way.
But I would enjoy every.fucking.second. And then some more.