I'm wandering around a used book store close to my house. Looking through the sci-fi section, seeing if anything calls out to me. That's when I feel it, that instinct. "Turn around" that little voice in my gut says. My eyes instantly fall upon it like an old lover across the room. One who's body you know better than your own. One who's eyes say "I wouldn't be adverse to spending some time with you."
Imagica
I've read erotica, I've read Nin and some others. None of them do to me what Imagica does. I had forgoten how much this book inspires my passions, flames my desires. I've barely touched it (page 43) and already my heart pounds.
I almost feel sorry for H. I don't get to see her until Saturday. We may not make it out for dinner.
Imagica
I've read erotica, I've read Nin and some others. None of them do to me what Imagica does. I had forgoten how much this book inspires my passions, flames my desires. I've barely touched it (page 43) and already my heart pounds.
I almost feel sorry for H. I don't get to see her until Saturday. We may not make it out for dinner.
No Imagica, not read that. I`ll look it over when I return from my holiday. All the best and post you on my return (aug16thish)