Crimson Feather

Crimson Feather is a woman. While I knew this night would come, I had hoped it wouldn’t happen quite so soon. The drums are calling. I must hurry to unravel her braids so her hair can flow as freely as the river. I don’t want to do this fast. I want to hold her close to me. I want to feel her greedy sucking at my breast. I want to ( Read more... )