ah. I loved your tale. Glad you "hurt" your back. Hope it is better after letting her care for you. Sometimes our bodies just know they need to be "touched". Too often we make it about sex...though clearly you felt "something"...It sounds like a "secret" afternoon. I am happy you had it. I am happy you told it. I won't tell anyone your secret. I promise. Did I mention, I am a wimmim-loving-wimmim? I understand these secret times. They are precious. and they are what they are.
Writer of short stories, flash fiction, the occasional bit of erotica, an historical novel set in old Santa Fe, and a vampire novel set in Los Angeles. Strong women, evil women, and upstanding examples of the female sex appear in my stories. Motherhood, usually tormented and zany motherhood, is also represented. Men need not fear; they are treated rather well . . . considering.
These words herein are mine alone. Fashioned deep within my bones. Each picture, thought, and quote you see Are all reflections of what is me. Beware the urge to take this book! Or read it in some private nook. Because It's Magick isn't blind...And I shall know you've touched what's mine. So Mote it Be.
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ah. I loved your tale. Glad you "hurt" your back. Hope it is better after letting her care for you. Sometimes our bodies just know they need to be "touched". Too often we make it about sex...though clearly you felt "something"...It sounds like a "secret" afternoon. I am happy you had it. I am happy you told it. I won't tell anyone your secret. I promise. Did I mention, I am a wimmim-loving-wimmim? I understand these secret times. They are precious. and they are what they are.
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