A tale of a Mermaid and her Brothers and the strange land they call home --
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Idling
I can hear the rumble through glass, legs covered in black leather, seam-splitting sides. Even in traffic, idling, that time we almost got caught in the park, the thin skin of my inner thigh burning, your fault.
Scary but exhilarating stuff, Elizabeth and by the sound of it once a near miss and not your fault. Is that so? You're not usually one to plead innocence.
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Scary but exhilarating stuff, Elizabeth and by the sound of it once a near miss and not your fault. Is that so? You're not usually one to plead innocence.
I agree with Elisabeth. It must have been totally NOT your fault.
as i hear this, the fault is welcomed, fondly remembered, a secret thrill.
Very, very sensual - and unexpected with your starting image. I like it a lot!
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