I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
We should try this, Tilly.
Except I don’t play the piano, so we would have to turn around, since you are the one with that skill.
I would dedicate myself to letting my hands roam all over you – your deliciously accessible ass in particular – playing my favorite, fine instrument.
Perhaps I can hit just the right notes to make you pause your playing and enjoy my Tilly solo before resuming.
We would make beautiful music together.
Jean-François Jonvelle
There’s just something about
wrong-way buttons, backside
zippers and hooks
that makes watching you dress
just as sexy as undressing you.– Peregrine
