Mercifully, the next few weeks/months for Rose before summer will continue to be as full as, well, as full as the ache between her legs. Lotion and smooth, pink and pretty, the daily rituals continue to be torture and reward, a steady-state of desire, a sexy unleashing of the self from within. Interestingly, the less I have cum, the more my dreams and fantasies have begun to be about making that release happen for, um, well those who still can...
Miss Linda, lately I have taken to wearing your L subtly on my ankle (sometimes adorned with a little flower or two). To others: either hidden from a view or a random mark from a pen. To me: a sweet/sexy/inviting tattoo. A rose on my ankle, a little sparkle on a place I have often admired tattoos on women, one half hidden by the straps of a sandal but inviting kisses up and down legs to begin.
Thank you, Miss Linda. Rose continues to do whatever you want.






