Sandrine woke up naked on a beach. She had no idea what beach this was, but she did love the feeling of the cool sand prickling every inch of her skin. Stomach grumbling.
My heart pounding, I tried to appear nonchalant as I jogged over the bridge, continuing on the way I had been going. One thing you should know about me, Melita James: I can handle myself. I deal with my fair share of misogynistic men at work who like to try and intimidate women, and they no longer faze me.
Don't have the heart to read, don't try. About the Author: I'm a sick bastard that felt like ruining everyone's view about Disney starting with one movie at a time. My grammar is not very good, so if the warnings listed didn't scare you off, my writing might. You can stop at any time, but will that really stop you from unseeing what you have already seen?
This eBook is not suitable for individuals under 18 years of age. Anne is a dashing young captain with strong determination in her heart, but when a torrential wave knocks her overboard, she fears it may be the end of her story. The water and the women that reside there have other plans for her.
You have NO idea how hard explaining my uncontrollable, shoulder shaking giggling to my Flemish office mate was it was the egg laying bit that set me off. But thank you. There can never be enough mermaid spider erotica.
Sage L. Morgan can usually be found falling asleep while reading a good book. When she is awake, she spins her naughty dreams into erotica to share with her readers.
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A tiny puff of wind covertly breezed into the room and elicited a little squirm, rhythmed from beloved Olivia in full bloom His tempted tongue, quivering unfurled her moist nether lips in heat she moaned, her arched hips wriggling Holy! What a treat! A delightful cherub, a treasured angel, a ray of sunshine Eyes full of mischief, puckishly running around the umbrella pine Jolly in a perfect world of magic and miracle of mine At six, I neither care to draw the line Nor bother to define time. Every morning I hurry to tie his half windsor knot In seventh heaven I be for this jackpot Smelling of aromatic Bleu de Chanel he bought Tut-tut!