Cocktails, Cocktales.

Cocktails When you say you want to be someone’s slave, you had better mean every bit of it. Otherwise, why bother. I felt so passionate for him last night, I could have kissed him till my lips bled. My naked body, small, slender, wrapped around his as he talked on the phone. Pizza, sounded alright. My voluptuous appetite only desired sex, and it was voracious. There wasn’t enough skin