by Simon Kipling » Tue Jun 07, 2011 9:46 pm
"And sometimes, you're the instigator." Simon whispered softly. "I seem to remember a little songbird flying in through my window one night and showing me she was naked under those feathers.
"And I've seen the look on your face when I hold you by your wrists and your ankles at the same time. It's so cute."