My eyes are always on her. I stare longingly at her cupid’s bow, so perfectly shaped it could hold a single drop of water. I love the curve of her shoulders, feminine in summer dresses but strong enough to help me move old appliances. My hands always find their way to her long silken thighs,…
Drape me in black lace, then rip it off of me. I can’t get enough.
Lavender bubbles and naked snuggles is just what we needed after a hard day!
“Like Jimmie Rogers, I’m waiting for a train, Something to take me far from here”. – The Haunted Windchimes
If anyone had walked up to the barn that day and peeked inside, they would have seen into my darkness. They would have seen that he’d pulled my panties aside, tangling then in the strands fo his rope, and exposed me to the mountain breeze finding its way through the cracks in the rough hewn…