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do we get to follow along?
is Mulligatawny Soup next in this story line? I hope so.
Beautifully written. Extremely erotic, without being pornographic. I wouldn't put it into the BDSM category, as I agree with Clara: it was a story about "self awakening" and "self control" rather than "restrained control at the hands of someone else."
Keep writing
This probably belonged more in the BDSM category than under Romance. However, it was pretty good. The sex scene between Michael and Clara was skimped on, as was their relationship beyond the sex - so it seemed a little forced and out of place when she asked him to stay. But a good story anyway.
Warm, human and sexy! The writing flowed so smoothly i didn't remember i was reading. All i could do to not hump the keyboard.
I'm not into bondage myself, if a woman won't drop her pants without being tied up, I move on to the next one.
However, I recognise good writing when I see it, a little pat on the back for your tutor!
This writer also recognises two elements necessary for reading on the internet ...short paragraphs and plenty of dialogue. After all, we do talk to women before fucking them, don't we?
I went to an event when Robert Hunter first put out a book of his lyrics. They gave out a bookmark with these lyrics on them. They are proudly framed by me. It is my favorite song in the world.
One time, one night in America (actually it was the Warfield, but hey, if you can throw in Townsend, I can soft toss Hildalgo), it was in the early nineties, I got to see Jerry and his band with a guest mandolin player you can guess... Of course, this as the encore had me speechless, in tears. I recall it like yesterday. Let there be songs to fill the air.
It was a very interesting story. I'd like to read more about the kitchen and its going-ons.