📲: Bookstore Guy. 💬: No judgment at all. Whatever tickles your fancy on a Sunday afternoon, Goldberg. 💬: Oh, are you having problems or something? 💬: Ever watched the 80’s movie, “The Untouchables”? In the words of Jim Malone, you never bring a knife to a gun fight.

She’s doing pull ups— no one disturb her.

She stops working out, wary of the sense that she’s being watched and glances around.. Weird.

💬: Make sure you invite me next time! 💬: You texting me Godfather references out of the blue just gave me that sense, you know…? 💬: Ooh. Skull hunting? That definitely sounds like a future date. Maybe I’ll even carve you a ring…

Stolen from my demon queen.

[I’m slightly startled as she grips onto me like an ownership, a soft hum leaving my chest as she marks up my throat.] Oh… wow. You are an animal. [I smirk.]

[A slight shiver shoots down my spine as his digits trace over my inked skin.] I have more, you know.

OOTD. 🖤 [Maybe also a little tease for my lover…]

[Come over and enjoy it with a closer view then.]

📲: Bookstore Guy. 💬 Sounds great. If you could send me the location, I’ll meet you there soon. [He is… charming to say the very least. I’d definitely like to learn more about him..]

📲: Bookstore Guy. 💬: You happened to ‘accidentally’ swig alcohol down into your system? I find that sort of.. dubitable. 💬: Ah, do you need someone to talk to? When you’re more sober, of course. 💬: Well, aren’t we all entitled to our own opinions?

[She is so tempted to stare… So tempted… Yep, she’s staring.]

[And… now she’s looking away. Totally wasn’t staring. Heh.]

[You emerge from absolutely nowhere from behind and it manages to catch me by surprise, but I release a moan at the feeling of your lips pressed against a rather… sensitive spot of mine. A hand is travelled to your ass, gripping it firmly.] Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?