Harlot Lover

Harlot Lover

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Tessa Sedgebourne, or Tess, is a girl scorned. Her ex and his frivolous displays of sexual prowess coupled with his complete disregard for monogamy have her set out on a sexual rampage that puts to shame even the most devious harlots. A shedding of her former self, Tess renames her sexually deviant personality as T - a quick witted, overly charming voluntary lady of the night. In attempt to avenge her bruised ego, she sets out on a journey of sexual exploration, discovery and ultimately, enlightenment. What she encounters, and who ultimately breaks her stubborn ways, are all explored in this self voiced journal of her life.
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