Erotic romance shot straight to the heart
Erotic Bedtime Stories Series
Vintage Love Series
Friday, January 20, 2012
He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of hot, aroused woman.
Soft pink breasts burgeoned above the rigid lines of the corset, each sharp gasp threatening the tenuous containment of the sweet, dark tips.
"Tighter, please ... Master."
His blood pounded, rushing to the center of his body, echoing in his ears.
Her last word a mere whisper. A sigh. Had he not been standing directly behind her, leaning close to pull the laces of the garment closed, he would have missed it.
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