The voyeurs meet, but do not recognize...
Her Monday Day Two It is hot; steam swirling around my body like moist silk fabric. I lie there, my body stripped of any covering, as my arms remain held over my head by some invisible force; my legs spread, my womanhood open and wanton. Yet, as I lie here, I am without fear; I feel a hunger, an emptiness, a need to be filled. He is there, in the dark. I can feel his presence,...Read On
Added: 08 Nov 2011 | Category: Voyeur |
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