Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Love found lost by moonlight

Dropping them‘Your…a Wolf.’ Len of the Fen said with as much dignity as could be mustered with trousers dangling around ankles.

The Wolf growled. ‘And there's me thinking you were getting warmed up for me. But I’m a man most nights.’

‘You are!’

The tears falling said love not dinner called.

Random Word:Splish Splash

A perfect night

Spare 1952

It was in that brief moment before her twelfth strike that Belinda regretted not spending more time in checking the condition of her panties

Random Word:Cursory

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