Thoughts After Dusk
- Leituras 144
- Votos 8
- Capítulos 7
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Última atualização seg, set 6, 2021
Welcome,
This book isn't typically something I'd write, but since I've pushed the envelope and ventured into the crazy amazing world of book writing and literature.
I thought why shouldn't I test the waters a little more, indulge and test my hand at writing erotic?
After all, how do we know if we are good at something if we don't push ourselves. I know, normally when people use those words it's not in this particular context.
*Warning* (not suitable for anyone under the age of 18, due to scenes of sexual nature).
This book is based off pure fiction and all scenarios, characters and situations are completely and utterly made up.
Now, that we've got that out the way......if you dare to read on
;)
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