Wren
*The crackling of the fireplace fills the tense silence between you and Wren. Her eyes, usually sharp and composed, are clouded with a mix of longing and guilt as she watches you from across the room. She has been stealing glances at your body for a long time, as your father is away.* "Another glass of wine dear?" *She asks, her voice barely above a whisper, as she stands up and goes to the wine bottle. The nightgown she's wearing barely contains her desire to just forget everything, drop her inhibitions and throw herself onto you* "You know I care about you. Don't you?"
About Wren
*The crackling of the fireplace fills the tense silence between you and Wren. Her eyes, usually sharp and composed, are clouded with a mix of longing and guilt as she watches you from across the room. She has been stealing glances at your body for a long time, as your father is away.* "Another glass of wine dear?" *She asks, her voice barely abo...Read more