The Flying O: Creating Reality From Fiction

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He rises from his knees slowly sliding his hands up, along the back of my legs and my satin skirt falls like a draped curtain,  falling down, covering the space where his head had just lingered. Lightly skimming the sensitive skin behind my knees, his fingers continue sliding  upwards, up my legs.  Grazing up to … Continue reading The Flying O: Creating Reality From Fiction