tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185308295959928760.post8822174898195432184..comments2023-11-03T02:05:11.205-07:00Comments on Calisto's Attic: With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiendsCalisto-Demonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08707050762369620458noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185308295959928760.post-12857237057672560052008-05-31T18:14:00.000-07:002008-05-31T18:14:00.000-07:00I am catching up with my comments. Can you tell? I...I am catching up with my comments. Can you tell? <BR/>I can feel your teeth as they nip sharp against the insides of my thighs, my nipple. <BR/>How does it feel when I rake my fingers across your bare back? Welts rise like leavened bread, rare beauty in it's provocative wake. Only He may mark her so. It is written.<BR/>Love<BR/>~DirkD'jierke (The One)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08016342853292330470noreply@blogger.com