- Last seen on Nov 2 11:03 PM 2007. Member since March 24, 2006.
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When she murmurs "Don't... Stop." She means, "Don't Stop."
His lips move across her pale skin... nipping, sucking, biting. He draws both pleasure and pain from her. She doe200 words, 5 comments, October 7, 2004. In <200 lines, Romance -
The Inland Sea was freezing this kind of year, Yvette concluded as she watched Garret fasten their boat to the docks of Mandell, Isiryth’s capital city. The five-day trip had b
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She smoothed out the black dress looked around the room. The creme a la creme of high society seemed to be attending this… this gathering. She felt out of place, to be amongst
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They talk. I listen. It’s how it goes. Their muffled chatter reaches my ears behind the thin walls of conscious. Phrases stick in my head, as if on repeat. “It’s would be bette
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