Felicia Chapman

The waves were slowly rolling in on the shore as giant cruise ships sailing in the distance. It was about 5pm. He had packed them a picnic dinner. The sand was hot as usual. Slave was setting down the picnic basket as her Master drew a giant heart in the sand with a spreader bar he had with them. 

"Let’s eat in here." He said as he lit a couple of tea light candles. As they chatted over cheese, meat, and crackers seagulls inched closer to see wh...

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