He said, "The dirt is a great target," pointed his rough carpenter's hands and fell back into the dreamless; yet disturbed sleep from whence he came. He was exhausted: that I knew. A full weekend full of magic complete with water fairies, sleeping imps, fire dancers, and stolen kisses under faded moonlight. We had snuck away to our own wonderland where glor
His lips are softer than spun silk, his breath hotter than the gates of hell. He barely glanced my way, long enough to send the blood coursing through my veins to a molten rolling boil. The golden pipe placed in-between his lips; he lit. The drag that filled his lungs made me sigh with envy, and my mound twitch with want. Oh yes, I wanted. All I could get of hi
Jim...James... I never thought that I would be saying that name and sighing. Of course, I have cried over a James before. Cried many times. Cried over the loss as he left for the Navy. Cried over the pain he has brought each time he moved. Cried for his pain. This time though, I sigh for a different man. A man of integrity, a man with a free spirit, a man with
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