…perdido sin tí?

The weather has turned cold outside. Wind and rain drive everything under shelter, or inside warm cosy houses to regain some warmth. But sometimes the numbness within isn’t from the frigid temperature without but the realisation that perhaps, just perhaps you don’t always get what you want. That stories told to you as a child were something to distract you long enough so you would fall asleep and Nanny could go and read those Cartland novels she so loved. On a morning like today, when all you want to do is cuddle with that someone special the king size bed that was once a playground becomes a prison of your human wants and physical needs.

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