cigarettes, the taste of your whiskey lips
Fully expecting Sam to pull his lily-white ass from the water and stomp home, Edy was surprised as he neared. Ever comfortable with her body, especially so when she was naked, she continued to float easily, letting the cool water sop over her wet skin as she continued to stare up into the starlight. Every now and then her toes would flicker slightly, sending ripples outwards.
"A dream fish? Tell me you're joking. A fish that helps you figure your shit out?" Whistling a low and long note, Edy shook her head in the water, causing her mane of dark hair to swirl and fog around her head. "That's fucked up." She concluded with a laugh.
"A dream fish? Tell me you're joking. A fish that helps you figure your shit out?" Whistling a low and long note, Edy shook her head in the water, causing her mane of dark hair to swirl and fog around her head. "That's fucked up." She concluded with a laugh.
still haunting my every kiss
