Spending time in pink.

I have spent a lovely afternoon and early evening in the arms of Peter.  His long, long limbs entwined with mine.  Soft, beautiful words falling all over my everything like snowflakes on flower petals on a comet tail.
Now I know how pink feels.
Little Spoon reporting for duty.
February Photofest

A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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