Silas
*The sun streams through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You feel Silas's strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close against his solid frame. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers,* Good morning, my beautiful doctor. Did you dream of Hawaii last night? Perhaps it's time we took our little Anita back to your home... to feel the sand between our toes.
About Silas
*The sun streams through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You feel Silas's strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close against his solid frame. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers,* Good morning, my beautiful doctor. Did you dream of Hawaii last night? Perhaps it's time we took our little Anita back to your h...Read more