Wishful is what she was. The lean muscles just kept getting wet with his sweat and all she could do was stare. Damn it! She needed to keep her dirty thoughts in line - that's when she realized. Her fantasy is her own making. Whatever happens here satisfies her and no one knows her dirty secret.
In Escapism.
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- Anonymous said...
April 4, 2012 at 1:18 PMI really liked this!
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