Part 1

Mallory my loins ached for the girl child who sat on the chair infront of me, One leg over the arm rest with her knee socks gliding down her thighs.
Oh her milky thighs I could dream about wanting to explore the skin her soul lived in.

How more I came in touch with the devilish nymph more I wanted her, she was the worst drug not only taking my time and my mind but also my soul with her in those green eyes.

My Mallory, My lo, My sweet sweet Lola letting her name roll of my tongue against my teeth I ached for the girl but did she ache for me?