Today's tract from (the Black Books version of) The Little Book Of Calm: Summer doesn't have to be a season; it can be a state of mind. When it's cold, imagine yourself somewhere tropical. Palm trees, beach umbrellas, sunshine, and the warm gaze of Arianny Celeste demanding that you dip her bottom over and over into a bath of the silkiest oils and creams . You are a cabana boy of calm.Found on Hollywood Tuna.
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