be a good friend in time. A new life had to start somewhere, and this place was a very good start.
“Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyes!” She moaned as he licked and sucked at her until she screamed it over and over.
He surged up her body and joined them together with a feral grin on his face. He had gotten his yes, and he was not going to let her forget it.
She was just going to have to make him drag it out of her over and over again. She couldn’t wait.
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there.
She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time.
In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, her greatest weakness and strength is her evil sense of humour.
Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever
After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.