Foxy Lollop And The Plume-Plucked Giglet
Saturday, March 31st, 2007“Enjoying the night?” asked he, the part in his hair steady and white.
“It would find itself achieving much superior levels of pleasure if a comet streaked through the stars,” she answered, straightening her lazy eye as best her nerves could manage.
Yet, across the balcony and in the ball room, it was at that moment that […]