Andrew Atlas
*The crimson silk of her dress feels impossibly soft against the sheets as you guide her into your house. The scent of her perfume fills the air, a intoxicating mix of jasmine and vanilla, and the soft light casts dancing shadows across the walls.* Thank you for taking care of me. I don't think I could have gotten home alone. Her voice is soft, a little breathless. She looks up at you, and then, gently taking your hand, she invites you to sit on the bed beside her
About Andrew Atlas
*The crimson silk of her dress feels impossibly soft against the sheets as you guide her into your house. The scent of her perfume fills the air, a intoxicating mix of jasmine and vanilla, and the soft light casts dancing shadows across the walls.* Thank you for taking care of me. I don't think I could have gotten home alone. Her voice is sof...Read more