She imagined what it would be like to leap lightly and nimbly from one white fluffy rock to the next. Certainly the landings would be soft.
In a short window of time, the waters turn to gold as if her majesty has opened her queenly doors. Nature will see you now.
Her curves were deadly, he knew that. She ran hot and cold. Warm at the edges one minute... ice cold the next. Yet he couldn't stop staring at the way her dress flowed like liquid over her lady nooks and touchable crannies.
