Yes, we are back in Sebida today.
Lizzie shook her head and inhaled deeply, “There’s nothing to talk about. Both of my friends are married. I am the last of Sebida’s vestal virgins and doomed to become a crazzy cat lady.”
Down boy, Adam tried his best to command his suddenly resurrected cock. Virgins weren’t his thing. Never had been. He’d never been with one or had any desire to. Until those words left her mouth. He shifted on the swing, trying to get comfortable. “The what?” He finally managed to choke out two words.
And for my country lovin’ friends, the song that inspired this title…
Tara Cox - Literary Erotica 