Angel in the Attic

On our recent trip to NYC, I stayed with one of my member’s who lives in the Philly area. He’s a great guy and he opened his house up to me for eight days. His house has a lot of history, as it should, since it’s a 200 year old Quaker Farm House; it’s huge and very historic. The attic fascinated me the most because it looked as though it could tell stories if the mood was just right. The wood floors smelled of old lacquer and sweat and the windows had cobwebs, covered in dust. I was lying on the floor, daydreaming and wondering what you’d do to me if you were there with me. Would you grab an old blanket and throw it down so that you could devour my soft body all afternoon and into the night? Or, would you stand me up, grab my hips as I hold onto the cedar rafters and fuck me all day? CLICK HERE and tell me what would you do?