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From: Venus Rising England, 1192 …She felt sick about it, about another woman in the bed they’d just shared, being coxed and pleasured by him. She closed her eyes tightly. “Take a real wife, Matthew, and then keep me as your mistress.” “I will not…” He said it a little too loudly then cut it
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Didn’t I already do this one? Hmmm… Maybe it was just something similar. Alrighty then. Well, I’m a little (okay a lot weird). I’m kind of goth with a bit of hippy/dark bohemian mixed in. My favorite bag is a granny square crochet cross-body number with lots of colors, even though I’m also wearing a
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England 1192: “How could you?” “What would we have done if you couldn’t write your name?” She sighed. “I would have put an X there and it would have been enough.” “Then this is even better.” He scattered sand over it to set the ink then rolled it up and locked it away. She sat
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England, 1192: He looked at Powell. “Do you blame me for wanting her?” She pursed her lips at that. “No, my lord. She’s not only the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, all respect,” he ducked his head to her, “but I suspect her sons will be as fierce as she is.” She plopped down
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Growing up, Saturdays were hang out and chill and eat pancakes day. My parents made their own maple syrup so it was a big deal. In the summer time we had them with blueberries because my urban-homesteading-inclined parents grew their own blueberries. (Of course they did.☺️) My husband is a go getter kind of guy.
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It’s surreal, that I keep having people tell me that I’m an inspiration to them when I’m also the sort of person that keeps an emotional support stuffie in her office. 😜 I don’t see myself in the same way that other people do. I’ve been on and off sick to my stomach about having
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Songs from my playlist: Love Game by Timecop 1983 Tangled Moon (Insurrection) …It was mid-morning, and they’d gotten their usual four hours of sleep. Darling had woken just after he had, wrapped her naked body up in the blanket, and then tucked her cheek against his sternum, mumbling something about there being no reason to
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