Over MissOolong
I can be that woman in fishnet stockings who whispers some naughty piggy thoughts to you with a smile...
... Or that wild-haired girl running barefoot with her pack of dogs.
My mind often wanders in books, but even more often, my hands do elsewhere.
I am caress and bite, modesty and boldness, silence and sighs.
Double je. Yes, I know... But I'm French !