jukeboxemcsa: Diana could picture the fog behind her eyes. She could imagine it settling in, swirling inside her head until she stared sightlessly into space and sank into perfect pleasure. “I am deep in your power,” she whispered. Talking seemed
jukeboxemcsa: Diana could picture the fog behind her eyes. She could imagine it settling in, swirling inside her head until she stared sightlessly into space and sank into perfect pleasure. “I am deep in your power,” she whispered. Talking seemed