rooftop rick

I always wanted to fuck a redhead but Mama said they was no good. Said the Devil was red too and did I want to go to hell? Ever since I was little I loved that red hair. But I knew Mama wouldnt approve so I had to sneak around. I found me a real pretty little redhead girl at the Beaver hut,took her home and didnt do nothin but touch that hair all night. I smelled it too,smelled like fresh ice cream..smelled like a paper graded by my 7th grade teacher. I wanted to touch her but I was afraid. What if Mama was right?

nuclear weapons

Humid Monday night. Smoky glaze, when I close my eyes I see flowers and sometimes a beautiful girl ice skating. I love nothing more than to be touched, and my sensation builds. I am very lucky,I give myself time and space..I let things settle. I sink and sink and smile a little. I have done this before,I know this man and I feel magical. I smile more and sigh. I feel more than I can, I explore more than I can explain. "This is me" I often think. I feel in my element,on a homemade raft floating around the tropics. I love this man and in this moment I feel simply fantastic.