Shivering, I backed up against the bars, my shoulders pressing into them, adrenaline surging as fright overcame my curiosity.“I can smell your fear,...little insect. Taste it.”Licking her lips with a serpent-like tongue, she moved even closer, until her face was framed between the bars, all eight eyes seeming to regard me like a living specimen.“I would taste other emotions from you. In time.”Her single living eye bored into me like a physical thing, seemingly brushing my fear away, replacing. I push Liz against the lamp post but she doesn't feel the cold straight away. The way she kisses is so sexy, it's passionate and teasing. Once again her hand glides into the top of my jeans as if she is telling me that it is now or never. If she keeps tugging this hard it probably will be never I think to myself. The attraction is simply too much."Fuck it!" I exclaim as I pull her vest top over her head (in our haste we had forgotten to collect our coats). In front of me was a set of physically. "Daddy," she whispered urgently.He rolled over and blinked at her. "What is it, India?" The storm is scary, Daddy. Can I sleep with you?"He smiled. "Sure, princess." He lifted his covers and India climbed in and snuggled up against him.Cutter tucked the covers in around her and put his arms around her. Then he fell asleep and so did India.The next morning, it was still raining. It was gray and gloomy outside, like twilight, and it was Saturday. India didn't have to go to school, and Cutter. C'est une sorte de journal érotique écrite en anglais parce qu'elle parle l'anglais. Veuillez pardonner les erreurs éventuelles dans grammar ;bThese are my fantasies inspired by the goddess Reva's exquisite photographs. I will post the photograph that inspired my dirty thought. This is a sort of erotic journal written in english because she speaks english and these are comments to her pictures. Please forgive any errors in grammar. Enjoy and adore.