Gunter and Olga frolicked into the forest on a night of rising steam. They were but 12, yet lovers for half their lives. Not uncommon for them to venture past the threshold of the woods, tonight was different. No crumbs, no sweets, nor witches brew, their love, they claimed, was ever true.
A children story for children after 18?
ReplyDeleteI disagree. I think this is very PG and very sweet. I'm sorry you have such a dirty mind!
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