Sit back, let me breathe my burning words into your ear... I'm going to write you sweaty, sensual stories, where each muse reveals herself slowly... very slowly... until you lose your mind.

In the hushed darkness of the concept family , the heat grows heavier...
A rustle of fabric, lace sliding across skin, a hand hesitating... then daring. The walls hold back the sighs.
The door is ajar, just enough to hint... but never to reveal everything.