At her feet—in a pool—was a dead man.
Lancelot Speed, from Eric Brighteyes, by H. Rider Haggard, London, 1891.
(Source: archive.org)
I feel that way often.
Female power fantasy right there.
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At her feet—in a pool—was a dead man.
Lancelot Speed, from Eric Brighteyes, by H. Rider Haggard, London, 1891.
(Source: archive.org)
I feel that way often.
Female power fantasy right there.
from Tumblr http://ift.tt/1BwCOed