女性

The Manure Pool I had always been called weird, but I never been bothered about what people thought about me. We were all weird in our own ways, weren’t we? It turned out though, that my weirdness was a little over the rooftop. Besides the weirdness though, was a green-eyed beauty. No bragging, but I was the most beautiful eighteen-year-old I had ever met. I had a thing for ponytails, so more often than not, my waist length brunette hair was held up in a neat pony. Today though, I had decided to let it loose. Silky strands of brown hair cascaded down my back, forming a lustrous curtain that […]