Callie laid on top of Erica, completely spent and struggling to catch her breathe, her ear over Erica's heart, listening to the reverberating throb of the heart she recently laid claim to. The women savored their afterglow, cocooned in their comfy bed, the shadowed room lit only by remote stars and the distant moon's dim rays slanting through the
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Erica secretly wanted to knock Callie up as soon as possible. They had a lot of babies to make.
She's defenitly think ahead. But who wouldn't want little callies running around, lol.
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This made me smile. And I love how well you write their banter.
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Well now, that’s the most intriguing use of “fucked”, as an epithet. LOL!
She had her yes but a part of her couldn't quite believe she deserved the angelic, unclothed girl in her arms.
Well, generally you DON’T, but in THIS story…Callie, you most certainly DO! Way to go, girl!
When I put a wedding ring on your hand, that's an all access pass into your pants. Forever. I own you. You're mine and I get to do whatever I want to you. However. Whenever. And as much as I want. That's what marriage is. All sex. All the time. Why do you think people get married?"
HOT! But what about when Erica’s wearing a dress? *giggles*
Great one! And I really appreciated the imaginative use of words. I like your style. Now ya gotta do the wedding, too!
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And Callie does deserve Erica, I just think she'd be overwhelmed and in disbelief at how lucky she was to have Erica forever.
Yeah, I think the pass works for dresses and skirts too. :)
Right, I'm working on the wedding in my head...I know it has to be spectacular.
Thanks so much for reading and leaving such thoughtful feedback--I really appreciate it!
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