I dreamed of Father Kelly last night. His kiss was sweet as honeysuckle nectar, his breath was consuming. The two of us wrapped under the midnight stars as he worshiped my very essence.
I'm going to hell because I want him just as much in reality!
About Me
- Val
- Bliss is the acceptance that control is an illusion and the best you can hope for is to organize the chaos.
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