lash down quickly with a familiar burn, like a shot of whiskey, fringe of the whip that stitches a sharp euphoria. Then maybe a touch might be enough, when guided by your hands, leather yields to your arms and whispers as you walk away.
lash down quickly with a familiar burn, like a shot of whiskey, fringe of the whip that stitches a sharp euphoria. Then maybe a touch might be enough, when guided by your hands, leather yields to your arms and whispers as you walk away.