flora
The ring on her finger doesn't pulse, not that she thought it would, but it still helps to hear him say it, such that this time as his eyes dance over her body, Flora merely adjusts herself suggestively in the harness. Her mind overlays what she imagines he must be seeing with thoughts of his hands tearing the silk from her shoulders, his fingers clutching at her skin to stifle the stay of the swing, of cool water trickling down her spine.
Rolling her eyes as she admonished, at least this time Flora is able to see the captain sink to his knees as he gently positions her partially against the wall. "Maybe a couch for my house, and a swing for your cabin, then." She teases, her toes curling in silent anticipation as she gazes down the length of her stomach at him.
Rolling her eyes as she admonished, at least this time Flora is able to see the captain sink to his knees as he gently positions her partially against the wall. "Maybe a couch for my house, and a swing for your cabin, then." She teases, her toes curling in silent anticipation as she gazes down the length of her stomach at him.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
