Please stay with me, Please hold me tight
dominance
Ride Me
Ride me lovely, I wish to see, Your charms bounce, To hear you scream
The Matron’s Peach
There is a place where burlesque is offered, With full crowds, and fuller coffers
Part 6: The Fallen Knight
On unsteady feet, Leeria pressed onward, winding ever deeper into the labyrinth of twisted boughs and knotted trunks. Never had she as a Ranger felt more out of step with the natural world. It was as though the forest around her had become detached from what was natural, what was real, transforming more and more into a world of its own the deeper she delved. Her world.
Of His and For He
On cotton covered throne she curls, A podium of swift-shed morals