warningassholeahead asked: What a shame. Australia has nothing of the sort.
I suppose you’ll have to go to Pennsylvania then.
Ask.
Submit.
My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
18+ please.
warningassholeahead asked: What a shame. Australia has nothing of the sort.
I suppose you’ll have to go to Pennsylvania then.