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He kissed me and gently laid me down on the coffee table. Removing his shirt I slid my hand across his chest, through his gray hair, then dug my nails in deeply. He winced slightly before kneeling between my legs, spreading them, and with a delicate but manly finger, split my labia and inserted it

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Excerpt from my new novel “Savage Loving”

  I watched him get undressed and climb into bed – his nakedness made me drool – now that I had him alone, all to myself, what would it be like? I still felt somewhat guilty about it, as if I didn’t have the right to have this for myself, and that through some wickedness

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