“ Isn't one man's truth another man's lie? ”
No man returns from Satan’s fire read to dance a reel.
~ Amy Jarecki
The ruddy chieftain snorted. “You’ve not noticed? I reckon he’s as smitten as a bull in a paddock of heifers in spring.
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?
