Jacob
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Last published Fri, Jan 31, 2025
My hand was clutching impatiently at the hem of your skirt. Your aroma is taunting. Toasted sugar and lavender dancing around like mist... There is a twitch in my lips, and I am too excited to be bothered with shielding it from you as you are just a breath away. We are always so close with too many inches between us. Yet, still just a breath away. I want to hold you and savor you completely.
Your deep brown eyes...Whole and fluttering slowly. Dazed and tenderly innocent. A tongue pokes out to gloss your rounded lips .I want to savor it. I want your mouth never to sever from mine. Never. Never...
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Veronica wanted nothing but to bloom. Jacob wanted nothing but her. Soft and rabid. Bitter desiring sweet.
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WARNINGS
*LOTS OF VIOLENCE
*OBSESSION
*CHILD ABUSE
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