inside was a blank leather bound book, six candles, a bowl, and my favorite butterfly knife. XXX It hit me brittany was all a dream such a wickedly sweet dream and here are two women i wonder? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . …rnrnrndepending on if people liked this i will continue the story Read 16761 times |
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sitting with my back to one of the trees i pulled out my book and layed it open on the green underbrush of the forrest. I stopped chanting and asked “what is your name?” She quickly back handed me “you will sing to me and you will be that which i use to quench my desire and if you must you can call Brittany”. “now chant for me or i will yank hard on your leash”. i could just imagine her long flowing red that would drape around smooth subtle shoulders and would fall to about nipple level.
