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by Lynne den Hartog ... Gentle hands encircled her breasts, fingers delicately caressed sensitive nipples. Seeing his love for her burning in his eyes, feeling the firmness of his lust against her thigh, she knew he cherished her with body and mind. Yet, even as her desire grew, she could not ignore the voice whispering in her heart. She'd lied to him. Told him she was free. Allowed him hope when there was none. Bound by cowardice in a loveless marriage she could offer him nothing, yet would take from him what she could. Despising her selfishness, she shared her body, as her mind wept. ...
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Born in England, trained as a teacher, Lynne gave it all up to persue a Dutch sailor to Holland. Now she lives with her sailor, two kids, three slightly deranged cats and an insatiable urge to share her fantasies with as many people as possible. Former author of the Month at Amoret Online, Poet Laureate at Emerald Collection, winner of diverse poetry awards, and with several books available at Amatory, she seems to be satisfying that urge quite agreeably. Visit her at Dutch Hutch. Email Lynne den Hartog. Main Page | Poetry | Micro-Fiction | Short Fiction Ophelia's Muse Established 05.01 |
