![]() ![]() He was as stunning as the first moment Shelley had laid eyes on him five years ago. Opening her large dark-brown eyes, Shelley turned with a loving smile to look at her new husband, the man of her dreams, as he sat driving beside her. Smiling up at the red-orange sky as the bright red Cadillac drove leisurely down the street with the top down, Mrs Shelley Winters couldn’t help but feel a tingle of magic run through her luscious 27-year-old newlywed body as she closed her eyes and let the wind stream through her long, wavy, dark brunette hair, relishing in the soft melodies the radio played and the feel of the whole romantic atmosphere of the end of another perfect day. As the sun set slowly, however, a large golden-red half-ball on the horizon, the gentle breeze stirred oh so lightly, gently teasing flags and leaves as it played across the vastness of the city of Shorehaven. The soft, unwinding of another productive, relaxing, and often illicit day would soon be slowly fading into the glow of the neon lights and street lamps as the night life awoke. ![]() ![]() The smooth summer’s breeze gave the day an almost magical feel as the sun set golden over the ocean horizon of the City of Taboo Dreams. ~Decorating the Newlywed - aka, ‘Do Yourself’~ ![]()
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