i will always remember what my life might have been like if i had married a man who loved me with undying passion. perhaps i might not have been so vunerabel to the attension of a rake.
Julianne MacLeani confess i cannot help myself. i am imaginig my self as his wife. i suppose while im at it , i might as well imagine myself as queen of england,too.
Julianne MacLeanMots clés humor
she wanted the man who held his infant daughter in his arms with fatherly affection, the man who could talk to her for hours and hours on a blanket in the grass,laid out under the trees.that man for some reason was out of reach.
Julianne MacLeansometimes when he touches me . i feel as though all my sins have been forgiven.
Julianne MacLeanyou have never made me ashamed of it " ------- replay:
that is because in my eyes you were always above that.
Strange, how death had a way of turning a table upside down in an instant. It swept away all the dust that covered treasures, blew the fog from one’s view, knocked
away facades.
Mots clés death-and-dying
He pulled his lips away and rested his forehead against hers, trying to keep himself from getting another erection. It took great strength of will, but he did it.
Julianne MacLeanSince you dismissed your maid,” he said, “I suppose it will be up to me to undress you.”
“That is most chivalrous of you, my lord.
Mots clés sexuality
He took a moment to get over the shock, and to remind himself that this had surely been difficult for her and she was probably bracing herself for a rejection.
At least he hoped she was. If she wasn’t, she needed to do that straight away, because it was coming. God damn right it was coming.
He was the luckiest man on earth, and he didn’t know
why.
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