by Dave Gordon
She wraps her long, spidery fingers around my head and pulls my face to hers. Her skin feels like satin. The fine scales covering her body are smooth and cool. The erotic look of her light blue face with its finely-featured details and pouty lips are intoxicating. I give myself up to her.
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About the Author
Dave Gordon lives in rural Western Oregon on the edge of the great Pacific Northwest forests. Mr. Gordon has been a firefighter, a scientific researcher, a carpenter, and a network administrator. He is now a full-time writer enjoying the temperate climate of the rainy Willamette Valley.
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