Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Rose Red

Francine hadn't expected roses.

It was a night to remember, holding Samantha in her arms, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, thrilling her to no end with those special "toys" from the Xandria catalogue. Yes, she was thirty years older, but all the more experience to bring Samantha to Sapphic ecstacy! But she dared not hope that her feelings were reciprocated by the buxom, permed Aphrodite at her door.

O! But the love gods smiled upon Francine today! Baby's breath. How...apt? Was that it? And roses of red. The colour of love.

Their time was now.

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