I almost puked as I lapped her feet. The taste and stink drove me nuts. I lapped! Sliding my tongue between her toes. Toe jam stuck to my tongue and I...swallowed it whole."Thank You Princess Hanna! Thank You for making me a bitch!!!" I lost my mind in Princess Hanna's feet. Forgot who she was, I just knew I was a slave bitch. "You are a fucking, loser bitch. And you are goign to suffer more theen you have any idea you ever could. I am going to use you bitch pass you around, make money selling. Danar, the older man who presided over Kolgar's election has some doubts. I don't think Kolgar attacking you at this tender point of his regime would be likely to happen. The next few days may be your best chance to go on you fishing trip to the Med. You could take a small detour to recon and then maybe introduce yourself to your southern neighbors." I thought their society was ruined." It has become a bit of a 'Sodom and Gomorrah', but they also know about 'thunder sticks' and most likely. A capricious or whimsical notion; conceit. 4.a. Literary or dramatic fiction characterized by highly fanciful or supernatural elements. b. An example of such fiction. 5. An imagined event or condition fulfilling a wish.It is funny how two people can look at the same word and get two totally different meanings from it and how that one word can change your life. Lorrie and I have been married for going on twenty years now, and by and large it has been a very good marriage. We married young, had. ’ He whispered in her ear, his mouth laid kisses down her neck, eliciting a small shudder of thrill. She didn’t speak just yet, instead to answer him, let her fingers explore his bare chest, and down his to his mid-section. She tilted back her head, waiting for the fiery kisses she knew would follow. His mouth found hers and they kissed long and slow, tongues entwined tasting the passion riding just below the surface. It was easy with him, easy to just melt into his arms, so easy to let him.