reins dipped
in mineral spirits
solvent of gripping turpentine's pain agent
over the knee fanny hill
powder keg
sits obedient
door hinges see
flesh rubbed with whiskey
closing all but explosive passion out
beads in movement
lapse in time whispers
the thought that I've wondered—if silence
isn't the voice that speaks the loudest I think
I've been trained to feel domination's quiet white
on the insides of my thighs
voyeur love
wants to see it so bad
of what's felt—that is my
unique attraction quiet white
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
‘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
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