Hot Spankin' Saxophone Love Authors note: In the following Lesbian romance novel the act of lovemaking is conveyed as scenes of passionate saxophone, or possibly other musical instrument, playing.As Yoko edged seductively closer Morags taut thighs clenched in anticipation. Yokos good eye was staring at her intently, her other eye was staring at the microwave as they were in the kitchen, oh yes these were adventurous women. The twosome were embarking on a riotous journey of self discovery, trail blazers for old age lesbians the world over, and under.Yoko was willing Morag to make a move. The two tawdry lovers were locked in a steamy trance. Two willing pr
Care She lay there beside me, quiet. I faced her lazy hair, shimmering slowly with a dull shine from the dying embers nestled in the fireplace. I put my arm around her and looked for her hand. She met mine straight away and curled hers inside mine. I gave it a slight squeeze, knew she was crying. Could almost hear a solitary tear ebb down the beauty that was her face. As thoughts hazed through my head I ignored them or mulled over them for whatever length of time it took for the next one to drift into attention. All the while breathing in her hair. All I could be was here. All I could do. Her sadness was that of loss, as most sadness is when you t
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The more crap you put up with, the more crap you're going to get
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..I mean, Venusaur.
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The more crap you put up with, the more crap you're going to get
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..I mean, Venusaur.