She’s leaning it. Red lips close – so tantalising close it’s fucking taunting her and it’s fucking unfair. So fucking unfair. Because her heart’s pounding, her hands are already on her hips and her throat is so dry it could be a fucking desert.
And it’s so fucking unfair because this is not how it’s supposed to go, and how can her body just betray her like that, just give in to temptation wrapped in a black dress and with positively thirsty eyes?
‘Ellenya has left her mark on society. Society is not at all happy about it. In fact, there’ll be a hearing next week to determine if she’ll be required to REMOVE it (didn’t I warn you, sweetie?)’
'Tis true, I placed a taint of paint upon a Saint. The city lodged a complaint, said my art showed no restraint and I must repaint. I felt faint, so I feinted which, while quaint, did not halt my attaint or the banks distraint to pay the debts from all the paint. I guess I must adhere to their constraint…
Urban hike in Dallas! Looked up at buildings and down at flowers, learned a lot at the Sixth Floor Museum, watched sunrises and sunsets, ate our weight in barbecue, and wandered way out of the city in search of breweries. (Don’t worry, we found some great ones!) Fun weekend trip to a new city!
When we’re paying hundreds of dollars a night for a room, we want the room itself to be pretty special. We want a smart layout and a great bed and a high-pressure shower, but we also want something nice to look at: a compelling, changing landscape in late afternoon, a skyline that comes to life as the sun takes its daily bow, a sky that wakes up as a new day begins.
It’s no wonder there’s been such an ascendancy of glass lately. Is there any material that’s sexier?
These hideaways make a compelling case that no, there isn’t. Read more.