Reposted from here. She came out of the grocer’s. That’s just about it she thought. Got the meat and bread and now I have some fresh fruit and veg. Can’t wait to get home and try the strawberries, they smelled fantastic in the shop and will go great with the sugar and cream, not the
Reposted from here. He’s left me. No, it’s fine. It’s been on the cards for a while. She’s 29. I know. Looks like she can crack walnuts between her smooth as fuck thighs. Jessica. Like the rabbit. Met through work and ‘just connected. You know?’ Cock. He’s not taken much. Left the car. The children.
Reposted from here. The peach burst as she bit into it, sticky juice running over the curve of her lip and onto the alabaster skin of her jaw. A low purr of pleasure escaped her throat for a moment as she savoured the sweetness of the fruit. “I’ve always loved that first bite. Teeth cutting
Reposted from here. The tree itself was peach, the bark was peach-coloured, and the roots too. They wound through the earth under his feet, looking disturbingly like a huge, clutching hand. The leaves were dappled in the sun; peaches and cream. But it wasn’t a peach tree. There were no flowers or fruit, and it
“I banish thee to the realm of peach fuzz!” “The realm of what?” “Peach fu- have you never licked a peach, Tony?” “…okay. But I’m not sure that’s in the spirit of the game, what about a realm of unending pain, of undying fire, or ne-” “Peach fuzz.” Claire said, stubbornly, doing that thing with