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She made her tea, sprinkled her toast with cinnamon, and sat down before her laptop. The story she’d been working on began to play out in an almost televised fashion in her head. Each chapter spun its weave, and she heard the voices of her characters almost as though they were there in the kitchen with her. She glanced around at the clinical kitchen with its glossy white cupboards and work surfaces, and began to see a connection. Her life was just as sparse, with no room for relationships or mental clutter of any kind. And yet her stories were so different, each character had to dutifully undergo their daily dose of dilemma, they were loud, messy, and yet were strangely beguiling to an ever-increasing audience of readers. It suddenly hit her, that she wanted to cross over into their lives, she wanted to be more than mere author/creator she wanted to surf with Saffron, bake with Hayden, and sleep with hottie after hottie like the angelic-looking man-eater, Grace Barker. (c.) to be continued, after tea…
The Power Of Love
Sex explodes onto the page. Potent words that stir the loins. They taunt the mind. It’s a game. But she’s there, touching you, teasing you. And it doesn’t matter if you’re man or woman ~ she ignites you! And she will not rest, until she has owned you. Until she feels you giving that final quiver…
And inside your head, she dances. Naked body silhouetted by candlelight. A sparkle in her eyes ~ for you! A myriad of conflicting emotions race through your mind. And she shakes free her hair. Golden waves cascading over tanned shoulders. Oh how she plays the game. Her dancing feet, padding against the cold floor. Her lips parted with an innocence that’s feigned, yet perfect!
And she lays her body down. Legs slightly parted. Breasts swollen and piqued by desire. She’s yours, but do you dare? Take that step and you’ll be hers. And you’ll…
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The Final Touch…
No words. Just the closing of a door. And he was upon her; so desperate to treasure every moment, so afraid of what was to come. Tearing at her clothes, a look of hell grew within his eyes. And still she was eager to take all he had to give. Never questioning, never doubting…
(You my darling, live forever inside my mind, eternally in my heart. How will I endure a day without you… Words die upon my lips, our story locked inside my mind. I reach out but you’re not there. I gasp for breath – a silent scream, a pain that no human can bear…)
And within the ancient castle ruins he returns to hold her. His arms snake about her waist. His mouth upon her neck. That tingle – stroking beneath the soft curves and folds of her body. Her breasts rise to meet his touch…
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The Final Touch…
No words. Just the closing of a door. And he was upon her; so desperate to treasure every moment, so afraid of what was to come. Tearing at her clothes, a look of hell grew within his eyes. And sti…
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Political Empowerment…
The tide’s turning. And woman struts her way to the top of her profession. I for one champion this radical move. Let’s work our womanly wiles! We have the ability to turn heads, own an audience, and deliver speeches that are not only powerful but tug at the hearts and minds of entire nations.
Feminists throughout the ages, have fought for this day! Yet whilst career conscious women watch with unabated joy, a heady WARNING is delivered. Media manipulators are at it again. And boy have they dug deep this time. Simple statements are inflated to create both a bully and a victim. And whilst Leadsom steps down in favour of Theresa May, the simple fact remains that woman’s vulnerability and femininity has been used and abused yet again. So hold back on the celebrations! For this is just the beginning. And whilst I encourage women to jump on the…
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Caught In The InterNet
She is fire. She is the hell he never knew existed. And try as he might to extinguish the burning passion raging within him, he could not. Haunting his mind – night and day. She was a witch w…
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Caught In The InterNet
She is fire. She is the hell he never knew existed. And try as he might to extinguish the burning passion raging within him, he could not. Haunting his mind – night and day. She was a witch w…
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Caught In The InterNet
She is fire. She is the hell he never knew existed. And try as he might to extinguish the burning passion raging within him, he could not. Haunting his mind – night and day. She was a witch w…
Source: Caught In The InterNet
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