Lacey Grace
Bio
A Passionate Woman Dripping with Words.
Stories (3/0)
G
"Hi, I'm G. How are you?" He was a dark haired man, bearded, short buzzed hair, with longer spikier wild hair on top. I wasn't sure about his eye color. He looked like he was a kind man, but detached. Present and open, but restricted. He was honest. He answered my direct questions. He did not pretend to be anything other than who he was. Fucking refreshing! He had seen darkness and has come out of it. He was handsome. He did not make any comments on my big breasts. He seemed like a gentleman. Humble. He was kind and soft, but I could tell that he can get very intense, it shows in his eyes.
By Lacey Grace5 years ago in Filthy
The Royal Rogue River
I spent the night at his place. It was one night and a short morning. He kissed me goodbye on my cheek. I stood there awkwardly frozen, looking deeply into his hazel blue eyes, before saying a quick, "OK then, gotta go." Jumping into the driver's seat of my truck, I left quickly and did not look back.
By Lacey Grace5 years ago in Filthy