Precious things are for those who prize them

Cat sat alone again, I thought of the time she had undressed for me in my mind. I loved the way she was so open to my imaginings, somehow so much more open than anyone else. Well, at the moment anyway.

WARNING: This story is for Adults read now

#amorals

Short conversations about the regulars of the finest pub in south of the river, Aesops Playground, featuring erotic stories told by my dear friend Martha.

#five

Little more than a flash, so to speak, a momentary diversion to make you think, mmn.