Pumpkin Pounder

I love redheaded men. Yes, redheads. Any shade from strawberry to bright sunset to hot-rod red. I love gingers and they love me. I love the way their freckles stand out. I love the way their necks get red when they get hot, sunburned or turned on. I love the way I can spot one in a room and know they’re going to be mine. I love them so much, I’ve earned a nickname: Pumpkin … Continue reading Pumpkin Pounder →