Life of the Experience
the life of the experience subdued in its passionate shadow of its yesterday raging, searing tears cascading as the experience is rushed for irrelevant frivolties of the mortal realm it’s already going by at the
Alabama Madam, Chapter One
The cold mist was quickly turning to a hard rain, causing Sandra to pull her fur around her shoulders tighter. As she walked the uptown sidewalk she had walked so many times before, and under
Hello Lover
Hello Lover I got your letter in the post Seems to be that time of year again when the sins of summer pass the warmth never seems to last in answer to your question dear