watching the drift

“Down twenty-three, past Apple Meadow, you know, the park at the Glen.” I took the basket from Beth and opened the car door, basking in her warm smile, watching the drift of her short white skirt as she slid into my Mustang, savoring that brief flash of her thigh. Dropping the wicker into the back seat, I walked around to the driver’s seat. “I have a quest to pursue,” she said with a coy grin, “and I thought you might enjoy a little sunshine.”

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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