The soft glow of the lights in this art gallery illuminates my body as I stand before you. My long brown hair falls down my back like a waterfall cascading from the mountains that cradle the city of Florence. My eyes are fixed intently on Michelangelo's masterpiece, his David, standing proud and unyielding in front of me. The curves of my wet dress cling to my body like it was made for me alone, revealing just enough to tease the imagination.

As I admire this beautiful work of art, a sense of wonder washes over me. It is a feeling that has become all too familiar these days as I immerse myself in the world of erotic sculpture. My passion for collecting and appreciating such pieces has taken me on many adventures across Europe. Today, I find myself in Florence once again, this time with an exhibition dedicated to futuristic penis art.

My fingers wander over my body, tracing the contours of my own curves as I stand before David. The cold marble beneath my fingertips is a stark contrast to the warmth of my skin. It's almost as if the artist has captured something so raw and unbridled in this sculpture that it transcends mere stone and becomes an extension of myself.

The lights flicker ever so slightly, casting an otherworldly glow on the scene before me. My eyes continue to drink in every detail of David, my fingers exploring my own body with a sense of curiosity and wonder. The tension builds within me as I stand there