Scotjimland
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Retired electrical engineer

Joined: February 2023 Last seen: 1 year ago

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Remorse Remorse. Beside the wilted candle, a memory lies in dust. The smell of love long past, is all that's left of lust. A rumpled robe lays scattered, slippers looking for feet. A pair of scarlet knickers hide beneath the seat. It felt so right... – *by James Allan*	5 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

Remorse.

Beside the wilted candle, a memory lies in dust.
The smell of love long past, is all that's left of lust.
A rumpled robe lays scattered, slippers looking for feet.
A pair of scarlet knickers hide beneath the seat.

It felt so right...

– by James Allan

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