I am going into Mrs Fever’s music as muse project with a theme – well for some of the posts – which will be The Eagles songs.
This image accidentally fell into my lap yesterday.
I met this girl, well woman, nice tits, but her legs were something else – gorgeous, slender yet shapely. They were covered by jeans that night, and as we made out in the pub car park I wanted more than anything to touch them, to caress the length of her limbs, feel the skin between her thighs. I imagined it was going to be soft and silky like satin. Continue reading Fishnets on a Night Out
I open the door and Duke is standing there, eyes fierce, mouth drawn. Before I even utter a word his fist lands on my left jaw. I stumble backwards and he takes a step forward swinging his other hand at my nose. Continue reading Eloise ~ Part one ~ Under my skin