window seat
facing forward
racing westward on rails;
every twist a next vista
the last
...
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window seat
facing forward
racing westward on rails;
every twist a next vista
the last
...
[+]
She danced naked in the rain, her palms upward to accept the droplets of moisture. Captivated by her own imagination, lost in a world of her own creation, a world where outsiders weren't welcome ... [+]
They always say the final sense to go is hearing, but touch lasts right 'til the end. Not over the whole body, though; I can't feel Dot's hand in mine, but this fucking diaper itches like blazes. I ... [+]