The Morning After
A cool breeze washed over her face. Her eyelids, heavy from a lack of sleep, were reluctant to open. There was a fine mist in the air, and she could feel it settle on her body, her thighs tingling...
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A moment in time, I've written a poem about, Ferro. I know this scene Your story captured the moment wonderfully
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I have a few suggestions - will be on late to post them and reply to a few other posts that I printed out yesterday.This is sexy, Cherilyn. Damn.Michael
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it's already hot here in South Carolina, and the temperature just rose another 10 degrees...
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