Month: November 2018


Tossing, turning in the darkened room, Lizzie couldn’t ignore her desire, and she didn’t want to.  The big question, should she wake Flynn, source of the duvet mountain beside her, or could she silently, sneakily, rub one out? Lying there wrestling the moral dilemma, tendrils of desire curled out from her core, delicious distractions causing …

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For Sinful Sunday this week please admire he sexy and fun socks I bought in Camden recently. Indigo Byrd and I spent a breezy autumn day (during her visit to the UK) wandering around the trendy market chatting and getting to know each other while browsing the stalls of jewellery, corsets, leather goods.  We stumbled …

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