Sniffing Knickers & Stuff ~ But on the whole this year I am just taking it one day at a time. the present climate is all about surviving.
Lastly – life is short – once in a while it is important to risk rather than remain safe. Often by doing this a person can grow and gain so much. By sitting back they may be left with long term regrets.
We’re both laying on my bed naked. The summer sun is streaming though the window. A beam of light cuts across my tummy and Karen turns on to her side, her small, plump, breasts nudging against my arm as her fingers gently trace the line of the yellow light across and down my torso.
During the second world war my Grandad was part of the Royal Fusiliers – London Regiment. I think he served as a lieutenant. My Mum was a young child so would have been evacuated from London.
Careless Talk ~ In my head, we were already naked. Yearning to soothe and caress your wounds I couldn’t help wondering if your dick had been marked by the flames. When we accidentally touched I would spy the outline in your trousers becoming more defined, alert.
Whenever I become haunted about an event or happening and begin to ruminate I calm myself with the knowledge that kismit is a force which is always working for the good, never the bad…