Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
I am fond of buttons, a vintage dealer of renaissance buttons, I keep a stock of vintage buttons for replacements,
amongst the old jars, I come across a rare button, it's yours, I rub it, spit shine it, the pink iridescence swells with recognition of the proper era, I'm so turned on by the detail, a relief sculpture of female passion, I need to button you there,
peeking out from under the hood, my tongue finds elongated pleasure when I finger you open, I lust for Mother of Pearl, in these Renaissance years, the button hole is invented,
your button is "pour la femme," functional. I have developed such an appetite for it,
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‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl, Zara, to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely pairs add up to
well done, you energetic lady! ;-)
peace,
carolyn