It’s nothing like she expected it to be. Her childish fantasies on the brink of womanhood seduced her into dreaming of soft kisses, tentative caresses, and gentle caring in a blacksmith’s eyes. Had she known what it would actually be like, she might have feared it.
Kisses split lips, caresses paint snow-white skin with purple passion, cruel
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*wants to know where you get all of your plot bunny's! I've been saving for one I just need to know where to find them*
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Kate you are the drabble squirrel queen. End of story.
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