Elegant is as Elegant does
I have written a funny little tale from the point of view of a Cockney(East London) guy. What shall we call him? Phil, perfec! (more…)
We danced and she didn’t mind when I put my hand on her arse. Moving it down so I could just get a feel under her skirt to the back of her thighs. Surely they must be stockings. Then I would be able to lightly caress her skin without the netting.