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Don't look once, girl
Don't think it twice
Cause after tonight
The guy will be all mine
I here them chapel bells a ringing
I here them choir boys a singing
Get me to the church on time
Get the ceremony rollin'
I'm ready for my wedding night
Oh, I want my wedding night
Here comes daddy's little girl down the aisle
She's all dressed in white
No, no, no mama there's no need to cry
Let's get the ceremony rollin'
Ready for my wedding night
I wish you a merry Christmas
I wish you a merry Christmas
I wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
This delectable sexy image was directly borrowed from the enchanting Laura Sinclair playing the role of a high-class Parisian prostitute from Marc Dorcel's 1997 film Les nuits de la présidente.
Laura, in a tight black vinyl dress and long black gloves, seduced Roberto Malone, takes him to the doorway, gives him an amazing blowjob, and then, taking out a condom from a tiny bag hanging on her shoulder, exposes her luxurious ass for anal sex.
Je suis assise seule ici en bas et en lingerie de soie, en fourrure et en talons hauts.
Où es-tu allé?
Tu bois encore du pastis avec tes potes au café?
… Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?
… Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment's pleasure?
Can I believe the magic of your sighs?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Touch me...
Touch me...
Touch me now...
Touch me, touch me, I want to feel your body
Your heartbeat next to mine
Touch me, touch me now...
Touch me, touch me now...
In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks
Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex
We're still striving for the sky
No taste for humble pie
Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun
Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done
Never thought I'd get any higher
Never thought you'd fuck with my brain
Never thought all this could expire
Never thought you'd go break the chain
Me and you baby
Still flush all the pain away
So before I end my day
Remember
My sweet prince
You are the one
We danced on the ceiling
We danced on the wall
It gave me the feeling
That I wasn't there at all
We danced on the moonlight
We danced on the stars
Too early a day late
Came after the miles
Ooh, I don't want to let it end
I don't want to say goodbye
I don't want to let the only thing we ever had expire
Won't you take me through the night
To that far and distant light
Won't you take me back to paradise again
Holy father!
Stop seducing the choir boys.
Come here and fuck my ass like you did last Thursday, remember?
Swedish Erotica had a certain image. For whatever reason, they wanted the girls in their scenes to wear lacy scarves. It was weird, but as it was explained to me, they wanted customers to see that scarf in a scene and make an immediate association in their head, “Oh, a scarf. This is Swedish Erotica.” It was like a hood ornament on a car: every car had its own design and it helped you know what kind of car it was.
Swedish Erotica thought that scarves were classy. I thought they were itchy and a pain in the ass to wear. I mean, in real life, who wears a scarf to bed? I can see keeping some article of clothing on — usually sweat socks. Ha! But even to be sexy, there are a lot cooler things to wear, like silky lingerie. But that was their signature and for as much as I asked for things here and there, removing the scarf was one thing on which they would not negotiate.
The more loops I did for Swedish Erotica, the more I became personally associated with scarves. People started to forget all the other girls in their loops who wore them, too. But I was doing so many scenes for them, I started being known in the industry and even among the fans as Miss Swedish Erotica. At one point, Swedish Erotica even gave me that title officially, like it was another beauty contest I had won. It was all good. They’d invite me to public appearances and things and introduce me as Miss Swedish Erotica, just like when I was Miss Hopewell Virginia. I don’t know how they came up with it. I don’t believe there was any official voting of any sort. It was a publicity stunt, which flattered me because they were saying, essentially, that I was now the face of their franchise. I was moving up in the world.
But the scarves — those damn scarves. I hated them. You’d go to a shoot and they’d have them lying around everywhere and would just throw one at me or the other girls. They’d been lying on the floor — dirty, dusty, covered in cum and whatever. They made me want to retch. As soon as I was handed one, I’d go to the bathroom and hand-wash it, then blow it dry before I’d let it touch my skin; otherwise I thought I was going to pick up some kind of disease. It was like being asked to wear someone else’s skanky underwear that was just fished out of a dumpster. They never washed those things on their own. It wasn’t like they were fancy or expensive or anything. For a buck or two they could have given us brand new ones for every scene; but no, they recycled them. Makeup, sweat, and cum, lots of dried cum. Maybe it was more noticeable when I wore one in a scene because mine were nice and clean and fluffy. I can be pretty anal sometimes. I may have been raised poor, but we were always big on cleanliness.
One time I was doing a phone-in radio appearance. I put my phone on speaker and started doing housework. When the station called, the first thing they asked me on the air was, “So, Seka, what are you doing right now,” expecting some sort of sexy answer. I, being slow on the uptake, opted for honesty. “I’m steam-cleaning my toilet right now.” They laughed hysterically and thought I was being funny. I wasn’t. Steam-cleaning toilets and hand-washing scarves: that’s how I roll.
"Inside Seka - The Platinum Princess of Porn" by Seka and Zukus Kery (c) 2013, BearManor Media
No need to stare at my slender leather legs or my big and beautiful boobs.
Just look me in the eyes...
Love is blinding teasing reason
Like the wind in my hair
So kiss me here
I had to feel
I had to feel
Kiss me here
Kiss me here
Let's fall in love for the night
And forget in the mornin'
Play me a song that you like
You can bet I'll know every line
I'm the girl that your hoped that you would avoid
Don't waste your eyes on jealous chicks, fuck that noise
I know better than to call you mine
Strangers in the night
Exchanging glances
Wandering in the night
What were the chances
We'd be sharing love
Before the night was through?
Something in your eyes
Was so inviting
Something in your smile
Was so exciting
Something in my heart told me I must have you
Are you inviting me to have coffee with you?
OK!
I'll just check how many condoms I have in my purse.
Together we cried
Our lips sealed its secrets way
And my doubts died
But when came the dawn
My dream sank covered by dark waters
But her beauty was shown me in the depth
Spouting, silent, from the lake
And her pale look kept a sad poem
Lost in despair
Dragged into the warlock's lair
In the shadows
Her soul will be a swan
Until
She feels
The love of nobleman
Forever her soul will be a swan
Until
She feels
The love of nobleman
My princess's tears fall in the moonglade
The lake is afraid
The night shows the spell
Then I can feel my heart run into my chest
Now I know my quest
In the hell of the storm
I'll break her swan-form
So inside the waves
We will find our graves
But the warlock's curse will be broken
But her beauty was shown me in the depth
Spouting, silent, from the lake
And her pale look kept a sad poem
Lost in despair
Dragged into the warlock's lair
In the shadows
Black lace underneath her clothes
Black lace
Black lace underneath her clothes
Black lace
Got the type of body that leaves a birthmark
Got the type of body that don't look good
In the dark
Look good
In the dark
Ooh Ooh
My girl, my girl is black lace
My girl, my girl is black lace
Black lace, oh