She longed for the romance of the road. A sexy bike between her thighs. A sexy man… Well… Also between her thighs. Her pining was an empty spot in her belly, a visceral ache in her loins. She lay awake tossing and turning. This life… This settled, sedentary, nine to five life… She thought sheContinue reading “She Flew”
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Natolie Webb 