"And she's kissing me. Once, twice, until I’ve had a taste and realize I’ll never have enough. She's everywhere... hands trailing up my back, fingertips tracing over my arms and suddenly she’s kissing me harder, deeper, with a fervent, urgent need I’ve never known before. And that's when I knew, I was hers"
When I lay one on
@FieryFox and she writes the next entry in her journal.