Filthy Fairytales

Planes, hotels, bars in other cities
Foodie fun, uber rides, exploring streets
Getting your room cleaned daily, alarm-less wake up calls, ordering food at all hours of the night

It’s like living in a fairytale.

Enter him.

Soft and sweet, rough and loud.
No one to be quite for, no one to cater to.
All encompassing passion and heat and hungry desire spilling out into the night, into the morning.

It’s like living in a filthy fairytale.

And I want all the fairytales.

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