It took all I had to keep my eyes open this morning! It was my fault for going to bed late. I was watching the Princess Agents and was reading up on the Weinstein case. So disturbing it really made my blood boil! other women shaming the victims that came forward! Because somehow support is such a foreign concept among our gender we also have to make it harder for others to step forward 😡 Especially when there is a possibility that the dowdier a woman is the safer she is. (I find this notion to be true. Beauty is the eye of the beholder. For example I am not beautiful in some people’s eyes and in another I am gorgeous! So I’m harassed on some occasions) and to other women who are beautiful it is astonishing that men would find me attractive or give me attention over them. (It is astonishing to me too) I believe that is why women persecute other women. “What were you wearing? What did you say? Did you drink?”

It’s disgusting. And it makes me so sad.

When I woke up this morning to find all the #metoo posts on FB I was so disheartened.

How can this keep happening?

You choose

You want to die with him. But do you know whether or not if he wants to die with you?

Since you want to see him…


Let’s go see him. However I need to clear things up with you.

If you were to do anything to debase your status I will kill everyone in your palace. These people. Your nanny. Your maid that you grew up with.

If you think all their lives can’t compare with Yan Xun’s life you can just mess around as you like. I will show no mercy!

-The Royal Concubine’s ultimatum to Chun’r.

Princess Agents episode 23

mama Shu isn’t putting up with this bullshit anymore!



Relationships are never perfect because no one is perfect.  Sharing emotions and intimacy can leave a person exposed, vulnerable. Yet being loved by someone allows a person to feel safe and powerful at once. It gives them strength.

Everybody has some level expected to be met,  they feel let down when they aren’t.  Which is why they feel the need to sabotage the relationship over the littlest things.

Ladies first:

  • If a man has integrity and honor, he will uphold his promises. He will not make promises he cant keep. He will respect you. He will deflect other women’s flirting. He will make it known you are his woman and not to disrespect his relationship. (but am I daydreaming?)
  • If he treats his mama right, he will treat you right. But don’t get the shit twisted! He is to put you first. He is to defend you. He will ask that his family treat you right, just as he will ask you to do the same.
  • If your man comes home from work and wants to chill out by playing video games? who cares. He wants to de-stress. Join him. Kick his ass in a game. Or if you don’t know how to play, let him teach you. You can make it a little sexy. If you die you have to put on a striptease or something. Don’t bitch at him because he wants to chill out.
  • If your man wants to hang out with his friends? Why are you complaining? You can have a spa night with your friends or by yourself. You can hang out with your friends. Or you can put on your sexiest lingerie so when he comes home you can remind him the next time he won’t have to decide. he will have you or his boys
  • If your man is checking out another woman, don’t have a freakout. He is with you. Admire her too. Don’t be angry at the other woman, she has no control what your man does. She is minding her own business.
  • Appreciate your man. Ask how your man is doing. Don’t let the first words be when he comes home “How was work.” Notice the smallest things. light candles so you both can chill when you both come home from work. offer a massage.
  • Don’t play games. if he asks you what is wrong, and you say nothing. He walks away. Don’t get pissed off. He asked you what was wrong! Say what was wrong.
  • Texting is not a form of communication. Put the cell phone away! You are together. Enjoy yourself.
  • if he asked you if you want something to eat, say you are hungry! Don’t wait til he is eating and ask if you can have some. (Oh my god that is my pet peeve. I don’t share my food anymore!!!)
  • if a man starts out sweet and kind but neglects you don’t stick around. You are too good. You already have one asshole why do you need another?
  • If a man becomes abusive, leave! even emotional? Get out! NOW! you don’t need him. He doesn’t love you. It’s about power and control. He will manipulate you thinking you need him. He is sorry and he won’t do it again. All lies, LEAVE! GET OUT!


  • Your woman has eyes for you. She is focused on you. She gets freaky and jealous. When another woman starts coming up to you and flirts, run! “I have a girlfriend. Nice to meet you. Got to go. My wife will kill you. Bye bye!” dont stand there and let her hang all over you. Why do you have a death wish!
  • Your woman wants to be appreciated for even the smallest things. Notice the smallest things. Remember the oddest conversations she has had with you. Ask about her cat when she was 12!
  • Your mama raised you, but now you are with your woman. Your mama was first in your life, but now she is second. If your mama is dissing your woman you need to say that is not allowed. (special circumstances? if your woman is a psycho-bitch) your mama cant disrespect your woman in your house. And your woman cant disrespect your family in their homes. Oh shit no!
  • if your woman is telling you to stop hanging out with a female friend. Do it. She knows that woman wants you. Don’t shrug her off. (oh that is so me-cringing) unless you have a death wish!
  • If your woman asks you to pick up after yourself to the point of nagging? She is not your mama! She is your lover! You want a maid, hire one! You are a grown ass man, clean up after yourself! A woman should ask only once for help, and a man shouldn’t be nagged to help.  you’re living together. clean together. less stress.
  • if your woman stays home looking after your babies, and you come home asking her what she did all day? oh boy! Do not do that!
  • Communication: if she asks you how you are feeling, don’t shrug her off. She wants to talk. So talk. Even if you want to bury your head in the sand.
  • Texting is not a form of communication. Put the cell phone away! You are together. Enjoy yourself.
  • if your woman worked a 12 hour day why not give her a foot massage, run her a bath? make her favorite dinner?
  • take her dancing, her to a movie, have a picnic enjoy each other
  • remember the anniversaries and birthdays!
  • compliment her often even though she has bed hair tell her “i love you”
  • If she has drama. She is too controlling. Throwing ultimatums. You don’t need it. Show her the door.
  • “if you love me you will” that’s emotional manipulation. Even emotion abuse. Don’t put up with any kind of abuse. It is sad that emotional and physical abuse is a double standard, but it is. Women can be just hateful and spiteful in a relationship.

one of the things that you do learn is that falling in love and being in love with someone is a rarity. That you don’t fall in love as many times as you think you’re going to. And then when you do, it’s really special; it’s really important.

-a post inspired by a dream I had. Unfortunately, I don’t think it came out right 🙂



I love Hayley.

She has just a wonderful voice. Her videos are dreamy.

While I was watching this video the one thought that struck me was how her music was so relatable. Especially to young teenagers who are conflicted about who they are, who they thought are they supposed to be.

Having to hide who you are especially to people who love you are is wrong. They should accept you and support you.

Wedding Haka

A maori traditional wedding

I burst into tears when I watched this! It’s so emotional!

the one thought that came to mind while I watched, was how much this family loved her and was accepting her new husband. 💕



Tonight you’re stressed I will wrap my arms around you and kiss you. I would snuggle on your lap, nestling against your chest.

“Come on, I’m trying to focus here” you protest as I nibbled on your ear, kissing my way down your throat.

I slowly undo your tie, unbutton the of your shirt.

“I’m helping you relax” I purred.

You groan as I grind slowly on you. “You work too hard, you need a distraction” I kiss you, draw your lower lip between my teeth and nip.

“Fuck!” You hiss your hand wraps around my hair and pull me back. Breathing hard you stare into my eyes, scowling at my mischievous grin. I play with your belt buckle. Letting my fingers brush over the hard thick length of your cock. I love how you throb and jump at my touch.

“Distraction?” you wonder out loud, “this isn’t a distraction, you are trying to seduce me!”

I burst out laughing. “I cant seduce you! That gene is missing!”

You grin and lean back in your chair. “Well whatever you call it, you can do it anytime you want.”

I smile happily “oh good!”

I stroke your cock through your trousers as you unbuckle your belt. You unzip your fly with deft fingers.

Wiggling out of your lap I kneel at your feet. My heart pounds. I can feel the heat pooling between my thighs. I am so wet. I wonder how patient I could be before I demanded you be inside me.

Your cock in hand, you stroke it slow “Do you want my cock, My Little Sex Monster?” you ask. Your voice is low and watching you makes me squirm. The muscles in your abs flex and contract as pre-cum drip over your fingers.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Open your mouth” you instruct. I obey. Slowly you tease me. Brushing my lips with the head of your cock, letting me taste your pre-cum.

“Let me see your tongue.” You bade. My tongue peeks out to touch your cock. You jerk away.

“Not yet.” You tsk. You chuckle when you see my crestfallen expression. “Such a cock hungry girl aren’t you?” You reach down to tilt my chin up. “Patience isn’t your virtue. We need to work on that.”

“It’s not nice to tease me” I pout.

You chuckle. “You should talk.”

You tap my mouth with your cock.  “Just your tongue.” You murmur.

My tongue tiptoes over the wide dome of your cock, the hot raspy velvet caress makes you groan. My tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge underneath. flicking back and forth, quickly then whisper soft long the throbbing vein of your cock before sliding back up to lick. Your groans make me smile.

“Suck!” you groan.

Your eyes never leave mine as I take you into my mouth, my fingers beginning to wrap around the base of your cock. “No,” you pant. “no hands.”

My eyebrows rise at this.  your hips flex forward as you begin to pump your cock in and out my mouth. I groan when your fingers tangle in my hair. Saliva drips down, as you fuck my face.

your moans are turning me on, I am soaking wet but I won’t touch myself.

The first spurts of your cum at the back of my throat made me gasp. I keep sucking until you pull away protesting at how sensitive your cock is. I giggle. I wipe at my mouth and climb back into your lap.

“How do you expect me to work after that?” you ask after nuzzling my throat.

“With great difficulty,” I replied.

You laugh. “Payback will be a bitch,” you warn.

“I hope so.”

“I love you.” you whisper.

“good.” I rest my head on your shoulder.

-working with a distraction like that


“I did this for you,” Mason told her. “What is it about chasing your dream that makes you so afraid? Are you afraid of failing? Everyone is afraid” when she didn’t answer, he took her hands in his. “Baby I am right here. I will always be right here to help you.”

She jerked away, her eyes glimmering wet. “This wasn’t your decision to make! You didn’t have the right to go behind my back and send my writing in! I didn’t need you to do that!”

Mason’s eyes grew dark. He reached out to touch her, but she took a step back. He took a long deep breath.  It was astonishing how often he forgot how different they were. He always knew what he wanted. He pursued his objective with ruthless intention. With fearlessness.

She was a contradiction in so many ways. Quiet demure passion seething just the below the surface. Her temper was like quicksilver, mercurial and fleeting.

Her passion for writing was admirable.  Her fear of change of ambition was bewildering to him. She had so much talent going to waste. For what? He just couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Maybe the Gods were crazy for creating her for him. Or he was crazy to be so in love with her.

He sighed. And he had been in love with her since they were kids.

“You didn’t need me to do that?” he echoed.  “The thing is, I wanted to do it. You are so talented. I am sorry you don’t see it. I am sorry you think I betrayed you somehow. I believe in you don’t you see that?” her silence frustrated him. He massaged the back of his neck. “I want you to be happy. I thought by helping you with your dream it would make you happy. I guess I was wrong. I made a mistake. I  am human.”

Becky bit her lip and took a step forward. Her palm flattening on his chest. He tensed.  Her fingers spread over his heart. He wondered if she could feel his heart pound. Her scent wafted to his nostrils and he inhaled deeply. She smelled like sunshine.

“I am not like you, Mason” she whispered. “I don’t know my purpose. My dreams are just that. Dreams.  I am afraid. Afraid of not being good enough.”

Mason smiled, letting out the breath he was holding. He brushed his fingers through her hair, smoothing the strands away from her face. Every stroke of his fingers slow and deliberate as if he had time in the world. He could feel tremble beneath his touch.  He tilted her head back. Her eyelashes were still wet from her unshed tears. Her eyes becoming heavylidded with the beginnings of her arousal. Her lips trembled. “You are good enough,” he assured her. He lowered his mouth. His kiss was soft. Gentle.

She smiled against his lips “What are you doing?” she croaked.

Mason laughed, resting his forehead against hers. “I was hoping to seduce you into forgiving me.”

“Oh.” Becky seemed to ponder it a bit longer than he would have liked. “I don’t think I ever been seduced before.”  she wound an arm around his neck to pull his head down for another a kiss.

His laughter died against her mouth. Mason kissed her slowly, tasting her tears the chocolate the coffee the mint of her toothpaste that lingered. He hungered for all of her. The soft lush curves of her body pressed into his, and he groaned when she ground her pelvis against him.

“Say the words, Bex” he breathed against the column of her throat. “Tell me to take you to my bed. I need you to say them. I need to hear the words.”

A low purring groan erupted from her. “I want you. I want to taste you. I want you inside me, Mase” she sought his mouth again. “Take me to your bed. Now!”

Mason pulled away long enough to lead her to his bedroom. He laughed softly when she tugged on his tie. He showed her how to untie it, yanking it free and throwing it aside. She went for his shirt. “I used to dream about this. You and I” she whispered as she spread his shirt open and slid her hands over his chest and abdomen.

‘”I know,” he inhaled when her fingers tiptoed down to his hip bone, brushing over his cock that strained in his trousers. “I’ve read your blog. The truth? I was jealous of all the men you wrote about. it never occurred to me then that I was your fantasy man!”

Becky deftly unbuttoned his trousers her hands coming to rest on his hipbones. “Don’t worry you won’t have to question that anymore.” she dragged her mouth over his chest down his abs in an open mouth kiss, tugging his trousers lower.

He hissed as her breath hovered over his throbbing cock. “Fuck, baby yes.”

A sudden surge of pain crashed over him, when Becky took the skin of his thigh between her teeth and bit harder. “Ow!” he howled in astonishment. “Did you just bite me!”

“Do. not. call. me. baby!” she snarled. Her eyes flashed in warning. “Ever!”

“It was a term of endearment?” he offered.

Mason realized she was serious, and smiled. “Ok, Bex. I am sorry.” He kneeled and gathered her close so she was straddling him. He kissed her. He drank his fill of her, her tiny moans. Loving how her nails dug into his scalp, pulling his hair. His blood was pounding in his veins, every nerve in his body felt like they were seized in a maelstrom of pleasure.

Becky slowly ground herself against the hard ridge of his cock, the thin fabric between them getting wetter with her arousal. He broke their kiss, breathing hard. He gazed down into her face. “Take these off.” he gestured to the leggings. “Now.”

“If you take yours off.” she countered. She waited until he was nude. Her eyes riveted on his cock. He chuckled.

“You can touch my cock if you want.” he gripped the length, stroking it gently pre-cum leaking over the wide head.

“Oh I will.” she huffed. She scampered to strip off her leggings and kick them aside.

He inhaled at the sight of her bare pussy. She had clean shaven her pussy. He watched as her fingers traced her closed in cleft, her fingers sliding in and spreading her vulva to reveal her clit and her hole. Her pussy juice trickled over her fingers down her thighs.

“Fuck!” Mason hissed his hand sliding up and down his cock faster, his abs tense. “You little fucking tease!”

“Who me?” the innocent gleam in Becky’s eyes infuriated Mason. He reached out for her. His hands smoothed over her curves, her breasts. His mouth following in their wake.

“I am going to lose myself in you,” he rasped. “in your body. In your taste. I am going to satiate my hunger and start all over again.”

Becky gasped. “You can have me”

“Yes I can. And I will”

Mason laid her back following her down. “We can fuck now, be romantic later,” he growled.

She burst out laughing. “Alright. ”

He didn’t move, he stared down into her eyes. “We didn’t even make it to the bed.” he mused. “Which is ok with me. What about you?”

Becky kissed him. “I don’t give a fuck about the bed, Mason!”

Growling he took her mouth again. sliding his hands along her body til he caught her wrists in one, bringing them up above her head. His mouth lowered to fasten on her nipple. She gasped. “oh yes.”

She arched under him. Her response pleased him. Her nipples were sensitive under his tongue and teeth. She squirmed and moaned as he turned his attention to the other breast.

His free hand was stroking her thigh, brushing his fingers against her slit. He thumbed her open. She was so incredibly wet and hot. Her pussy juice dripped over his fingers as he thrust two deep inside her. “Fuck you are so tight. Wet.” he groaned.

“For you.” Becky moaned.

Mason kissed her and slowly fingered her. Her body began to tremble. He withdrew his fingers, ignoring her protests. She was close to coming. He teased her clit with his cock, then the opening of her pussy hole.

He thrust hard, gripping her hips. He watched her eyes go wide in shock, her mouth open in soundless scream. Her pussy clenching hard around his cock. Fuck, she felt so good wrapped around him. Wet hot tight.

“Fuck!” she let the word explode from her lips. “You are so big!”

He burst out laughing, he couldnt help it. Not many women had ever claimed that. “No I am about average.”

“There is nothing average about your cock!” she gasped.

“Then the men that you have been with must have had needles for dicks!” he assured her.

They laughed for a moment but he kissed her silent. He began to move within her. Her sighs of pleasure raked along his nerves raising the tiny hairs on the back of his neck. Fuck! She felt so amazing. He loved hearing her moan as he caressed her body, feeling her respond by gripping his cock with her pussy muscles. She worked him like a velvet fist. Teasing him. Her pussy juice dripping down the length of his cock whenever he withdrew to squirt all over him and the floor.

“you’re driving me out of my mind” Mason groaned. “you are so fucking hot.”

His rhythm became faster harder. Her cries barely heard over his moans. She was cumming, she shook as the sensations seized her.  “Fuck yes!” she hissed. She clawed at him, her nails shredding his back. He welcomed the pain as his need to come with her overwhelmed him. He shot his come deep inside her.

She laid sprawled beneath him. “Are you ok?” he asked sometime later while he pulled the blankets off the bed and draped them around he and Becky.

“I am wondering,” she stretched. “but I need to shower.”

“So no cuddles?” he teased.

“Shower first. Cuddles later.” she kissed him.

“Ok, I will join you.” Mason smiled mischievously, “you can wash my hair.”

She made a face. “Really?”

“and maybe snacks?” Mason offered.

“You think you can bribe me with cuddles and food?” Becky asked. Mason chuckled as he jumped to his feet. He helped her up.

“I know the way to your heart is through your stomach and a good book,” Mason replied. “Since I dont have a book, all I have to offer is my cuddles and my fridge.”

They spent the evening dividing their time between food and sex. Eventually falling asleep, Mason’s arms wrapped tight around Becky, her head tucked under his chin.

The next morning Mason parked the Lexus outside the skyrise that housed the publishing company. He glanced over at Becky. She was fidgeting in her seat. “You will be fine.” he reached for her hand entwined their fingers together. He squeezed her hand. “Did you hear me?”

“I am a mess!” she croaked. Mason unbuckled his seat belt and swiveled in his seat to face her. She was wearing her hair pinned up and away from her face. Her makeup was minimal giving her dewey fresh-faced appearance. Her lips were bare of any lipstick. She wore her favorite color, emerald green blouse that plunged dangerously down the neckline. Her trousers were black. She was not the kind to wear heels instead she wore flats with a gold anklet.  To him, she was the opposite of a mess. “I am shaking so hard!” she went on.

“Just be yourself.” Mason insisted. He cocked his head to gaze at her thoughtfully. “No wait. Be a nicer sweeter version of yourself!” he laughed at her glare. “Oh baby, you will be great!”

“I hate it when you can call me baby!” Becky scowled. She hung her head. “I dont think it will go well. I have a bad feeling.”

“Bad feeling?” Mason sighed. “Did you eat cheese again? You know you cant eat dairy products!”

Laughing, he unbuckled her seatbelt and drew her close. “Remember to maintain eye contact at all times. Answer their questions with polite clarity.” he kissed her forehead. Her anxiety oozed off her in waves. He smoothed a hand over her shoulders, and he began to massage the tension out of her muscles. “Walk in with confidence. And make them remember they’re fucking with a savage!”

Becky chuckled. “Oh god!” she tilted her head back to look up at him. “You really are enjoying this!”

Mason scratched his chin. “Maybe I am! Perhaps you are not the only sadist in this relationship, Becky!”

She pouted. “I better be.”

“We can find out later. Tonight,” he promised. “If you are a really good girl I will reward you” he kissed her. “but we need to get rid of your cellphone first” clutched tightly in her other hand. “No cellphones.”

Becky moaned in dismay. “What?” she clutched it tightly in her other hand.

“No distractions!” Mason insisted. “Hand it over!”

“No.” Becky gasped as he lunged for her. “You cant be serious! I will need an excuse if the meeting is FUBAR!”

“Trust me if the meeting goes sideways they will escort you out.” Mason pried her cellphone out of her fingers to drop it into her handbag.

“What? Really?” Becky’s astonishment made him laugh

Mason grunted. “This will determine your professional life. Do not blow it by pretending ignorance!” he sighed. He held up his blue tooth to show her.  he tucked the ear piece  into her ear. “You are smart act like it!”

Becky made a face. “You are making me grumpy.”

Mason burst out laughing. “Why? because I am telling you how to act?” he gripped her chin forcing her to look him in the eye. “Do you think because I do this every day I don’t get nervous or anxious? I do. But I buck up because its my job. You will buck up.” he kissed her again. “Now. I sent in one genre of each of your stories. They favored the suspense, but I insisted they look over your erotica.”

A slow grin curved over Mason’s lips as Becky’s cheeks reddened. “Oh no. Really”

“Yes” Mason murmured. “You have quite a few good pieces of both. I also insisted that you would not ever do anything like 50 shades”

Becky’s hands covered her face. “Oh good grief!” she peeked at him through his fingers. “Did you really?”

“Yes.” Mason climbed out of the car and walked around to help her out. “No way am I going to read that shit!’

She burst out laughing.

He took her hand in his. Her fingers squeezed his, seeking his strength. Together they walked into the building.

The editor’s office was on the tenth floor. The elevator was glass and steel. Pressing the up button, Mason glanced over at Becky. She worried her lip between her teeth. “Nervous?” he asked.

“I dont like glass elevators.” the doors slid open and Becky stepped in first joining a few other occupants. Mason followed her. The doors slid closed behind them. He asked for the tenth floor. Mason pulled Becky to the back of the elevator.  The elevator lurched up and the gentle hum as it ascended upwards made Becky reach for Mason’s hand.

“Don’t think of it. Distract yourself” he told her.

There was silence and her murmured ok was barely audible over the conversation around them. Becky shifted her position so her back was to him.

She slowly moved against him. The grind of her ass against his groin took him by surprise. He was going to tell her to stop but he realized no one was paying attention to them or what they were doing.

Planting a firm hand on her hip, he rocked against her. His breath hot in her ear. “Do you know what I am going to do when I get you home?” he rasped. “I am going to fuck this ass until I come deep inside you. Maybe I will fuck you when you get in the car. Make you walk up the stairs to the apartment so everyone can see the cum stains in your pants.”

Her breath hitched at his words. “I didn’t realize what a dirty mind you had, Mason.” she groaned.

“Yeah well, I had inspiration whenever I read that blog of yours.” Mason hissed. Her hand reached behind to stroke his cock through his trousers. This was not what he had meant by distraction but who was he kidding, he thought. Becky was feral when it came to sex.

“did you jack off?” her words were breathless. She was riding the hard ridge of his cock. The thin material of their clothes allowed him to feel the heat of her pussy. She was becoming wetter with her arousal.

” Yes. I did. Does it turn you on knowing men jack off to your stories.” Mason groaned.

“I love having that kind of power. God your cock feels so good.” she purred. “I wish I could touch myself.”

Mason glanced up to see what floor they were on. Sixth. “Go ahead, Bex. Touch yourself.”

“Now. Here?” she was bewildered, and he chuckled at her scandalized tone.

“Yes. Imagine watching those men,” he held her still for a moment. Unbuttoning her trousers with one hand he slid his free hand to cover hers and slowly slide their hands into her pants. “turning around and seeing what we are doing. Do you think they would be turned on?”

Becky bit her lip. “Maybe.”

“Maybe. Maybe they will ask if they can watch you and jack off. Would you want that? Watching all those cocks come for you?”

Her breath was coming in faster, as he guided her hand between her legs. He teased her clit. “Mason please.” she pleaded.

“Would you deny their pleasure?” Mason asked. “Would you take your clothes off and let them cum on you.”

“No facials.” Becky gasped. “waste of cum.”

“Oh really.” Mason kissed her neck. Finding her earlobe. More of her pussy juice squirted onto their fingers. He sucked and nipped on her earlobe. “Do you want them to cum inside then? Fuck you with their cum deep inside you.”

“I dont know.” she panted.

Mason chuckled. “You have two floors left. Are you going to cum before then?”

Becky rolled her hips, as he flicked her clit. Each movement made her whimper. He groaned as his cock throbbed painfully against his fly, his balls tightened. He was going to cum. No he was going to make her cum first.

Her hand was clutching his wrist, the other in her panties with his, stroking her clit. “Mason,” he loved how his name purred out of her lips.

“Yes, Becky?”

Either she lost her train of thought or she was speechless because she suddenly became silent. Her body trembled in his arms, her nails digging into the skin of his forearms. He grinned wolfishly. She was coming, and she was trying to be quiet. “Oh fuck!” she gasped a moment later as he slowly withdrew his hand.

The ding of the elevator reaching the tenth floor drew them both out of their moment.

Mason turned her in his arms straightening out her outfit. “Good luck Becky.” he kissed her trembling lips. “remind them they are fucking with a savage.”

She kissed him back. “you are unbelievable.” she sighed. “Fucking unbelievable.”





On facebook that is

Asking for inspiration and Jared Leto comes thru!

Love him💕