Nothing spells ‘alive’ like a hot, home cooked curry.
Imagine sitting at your cubicle at work, your tummy just about to grumble for its midday meal, and in rolls lunch. 631 more words
As I walk up the stairs, I reflect on the night.
I unlock the door to my apartment and step inside. Hang my hat & coat, crouch down and give the expected love to Ruby as she walks between my legs slowly, offering up her entire body bit by slow bit to my hands and docking her head in my crotch. 240 more words