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Read MoreShe ran up the fire stairs, taking him by surprise, ‘I hate lifts,’ she panted. He opened his arms, ‘I’ve missed you, Lizzie.’ Simon was wearing the same angora sweater as last time, faded chinos, loafers, no socks. Pleased that he hadn’t changed,...
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You take erotic prose to the level of great literature. So many write erotic describing the scenes but you take the reader into the heart as well. The dance of dialogue is told with the artistry of a woman who knows the finesse of writing a great story. And you excel at that. I felt this as so much more that erotica. This is what literary sensual writing is when taken to the level of art. Your build the suspense like a Bach concerto with the conversation shifting back and forth with new revelations as the story unfolds. And the feelings dip and rise like notes in classical music. I am spellbound by your tale.
John
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I am completely overwhelmed by your kindness, John.
Thank you so much,
Harriet-Jacqui xx
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Read MoreStich the broken window to the universal laundry clothesline, wear my decade denim shirt - love’ache, sweat and twilight stained - in your everyday existence of wardrobe and being Words lose their pulse when i close my eyes: music seeping in like the last lighthouse underneath doors Semen...
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thank you graciously dear friend❤️