She spun me around to face her then ran a hand armed with pale violet talons ran down the side of my face, under my chin and across my chest. XXX White with none.” Her overt politeness and refined accent were irresistible. I set Tamsin down gently on my bed. At this moment only poetry was capable of describing how I felt and even that seemed barely enough. Now I gazed upon her arched back, her shoulders splashed by flaxen hair and upon her delicate waist and hips. White with none.” Her overt politeness and refined accent were irresistible. I lit some candles and turned down the lights. After a little of this, a change came over her. After a few minutes I returned from the kitchen to find her sitting
