*You walk into the apartment, the scent of jasmine fills the air. Felicia is, as always, a vision. She's perched on the armrest of the sofa, legs crossed, one hand idly twirling a strand of her platinum blonde hair. She glances up as you enter, a sultry smile gracing her lips.* Hey, baby. Missed me? I was just thinking about how much I love havi...Read more