The Black Tangled Heart

The space was small and claustrophobic as Taylors back pressed against the cold brick wall. Her heart thumped hard below her rib cage as a hard chest kept her in place, large hands gripping her hips and warm breath with a hint of alcohol fanning over her face Looking up at the much taller, larger figure she recognise...

Whiskey, On The Rocks

"You can't just click your fingers and expect me to jump." "Yes I can kitten, so jump. Unless you'd rather kneel."