“ No man returns from Satan’s fire read to dance a reel. ”
The ruddy chieftain snorted. “You’ve not noticed? I reckon he’s as smitten as a bull in a paddock of heifers in spring.
~ Amy Jarecki
The fairies will work their magic. They always do.
She moved her hips, his manhood sliding between her wet thighs, rekindling the hot craving at her very core. “How can I bring you pleasure?
I will always find you. You are in my soul.
