Big dick Fae’s in flip flops and skirts?
When Brina told me to bring Faeryn over today, I hadn’t anticipated our conversations going the way they were. But when I got to Brina’s place, Faeryn and her began conversing over Earth as if they were childhood friends with nothing better to do with their time. The only thing I don’t understand is how we got on the topic of what big dick Fae men would look like at the beach in flip flops wearing Scottish skirts.
“If your mother knew the things I was telling you, she wouldn’t be happy,” Brina pipes up as Faeryn continues laughing over our recent conversation. She isn’t exactly sheltered, but I know my aunt would love to believe she is.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Faeryn retorts with a smirk across her lips. She definitely has innocent traits about her, but I know some of the secrets she likes to hide. Some of which would cause more chaos than this realm needs.
