A short story by Kate Wildblood Filthy dirty daydreams. The kind that keeps you awake at night. I couldn’t picture the venue, I could only picture her. I couldn’t explain the reasons; I could only see the result. A flirtation I’m not supposed to have with a girl who supposedly means nothing by it. A possible shag I’m not supposed to touch. A circle of … Continue reading Blushing
Today I’m playing with my harddrive. Delete. Keep. Delete. And so I stumbled upon this. Blushing. A rude short story by me. A bit rude. A bit short. And still making me blush. Blushing. Filthy dirty day dreams. The kind that keep you awake at night. I couldn’t picture the venue, I could only picture her. I couldn’t explain the reasons; I could only see … Continue reading Blushing – Dirty filthy daydreams revisited
Wildblood and Queenie 