I've been happily lazing around with the soft morning sun seeping through the curtains, shining through my this time fugly-ly deep purple dyed (seemingly more brown) hair.Curling up in a blanket never feels as good as on Saturday mornings with my timely clocked trip-hop CD played at the usual 8.
Saturday mornings are so reserved for sex or poking noses with a orgasmic man in this sensual relaxed mood. A French-y vineyard kinda mood, off white sheets, the fall brown trees, tea in classic China sets and clothes sprinkled all over. Hooo~
Lets all make love.
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