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Willow's Struggle

Christina McQueary Steamy Stories

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I squealed, because I wasn't expecting it, but as soon as I heard him groggily mumble, "It's okay, luv. It's just me," I tantly leaned back agat him. He circled one arm around my waist, then slid his other hand up the front of me. When he reached my neck, he trailed his fingers over my skin, as he murmured, "You look so beautiful standing out here, with the sun shining down on you."

"Thank you," I replied, as I reached back, and rubbed my hands over his hips.

Zach started trailing featherlike kisses along the curve of my neck, while he trailed his fingertips down the front of me. When he reached the string of my robe, he untied it, as he mumbled agat my neck, "I want to see your beautiful body, kitten." Luckily, there weren't any other houses right beside us, so we had plenty of privacy.

Being an artist can make for a tricky life. Follow Willow as she tries to make a name for herself. As she floats from one gig to another, one man or woman to another, and one type of art to another.

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