3 Works in Choice of Broadsides
When you sees Villeneuve for your first time, you think you find a kindred spirit. You don't know how true it is.
“Elizabeth,” your mother used to tell you, “there’s nothing in this world that can’t be cured by saltwater-- sweat, tears, or the sea.”
Villeneuve always seemed to radiate a certain unreplicatable elegance, whether she was commanding crew upon a heaving ship, striding confidently across the floor of a ballroom, or lying in Mary's bed, utterly naked. Written for my free square for Kink_Bingo, which I chose to be Temperature Play.