That’s certainly a pose he will commit to memory; and that’s saying something, coming from a detective who very much only saves space in his mind for things that matter.
The curves of her chest, its fullness. Her breasts’ shape, their color, where her beauty marks dapple her… Yes, information that matters very much.]
Your body? The opposite of vulgar, my love. All the vulgar thoughts lie in what I might do with it. It has been such a long while.
[Right now though, even as he can’t take his eyes off of her, Sholmes takes that tail tuft in a loosely-gripping hand, just to feel its softness.]
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That’s certainly a pose he will commit to memory; and that’s saying something, coming from a detective who very much only saves space in his mind for things that matter.
The curves of her chest, its fullness. Her breasts’ shape, their color, where her beauty marks dapple her… Yes, information that matters very much.]
Your body? The opposite of vulgar, my love. All the vulgar thoughts lie in what I might do with it. It has been such a long while.
[Right now though, even as he can’t take his eyes off of her, Sholmes takes that tail tuft in a loosely-gripping hand, just to feel its softness.]