Old warehouse loft

I unlock the rusty old door, open it and Christine walks inside. The air inside is dry and dusty. The old warehouse has large ceiling windows and light enters in beams. We walk up the[…]

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Day on the water

Draped across one of the cushioned seats on deck. A tiny bikini protects the bare minimum from the sun. Her eyes closed. Her body completely relaxed. Her head propped on one of her arms. One[…]

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