Nice and horny

Funny, sometimes horny can be weird sometimes

Through the clear blue sky, my brown eyes scanned the pages of my book as I sat in a ground vehicle. With a white shirt and a brown jacket, my long hair cascaded down my back, while a belt accentuated my waist. The book was my best friend, and I didn't need anyone else to complete me. I had my gloves on, not because it was cold, but because I liked the feeling of comfort they gave me. I sat there, looking at the viewer with a closed mouth but parted lips, conveying the mystery of the world I had created for myself.