Retro Diva

an itch in her throat had to be cured, she needed to scream and there was only one form of medication for that. wearing nothing but a pair of single black lined tights and her beloved black christian laboutions, she strutted across her boudoir to sucumb her burning desire for the foriegn delacacy that lay across her bed grunting and moaning, begging for her to cure the burning inside of him. she knew what she was, she was a diva, she got what she wanted, and he was what she wanted and for him to never stop going.