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Long walks and parks and street markets in summer, art exhibitions and opera in winter. Good red wine any time.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“D’you hear, Lady Catherine?” the Queen said. “You’re not merely a harlot, but a cheap one at that.”
I was lost in a storm. Of hands and cocks and tongues. Pushed and pulled and positioned this way and that on the bed. For however they wanted to exploit my body to satisfy their most carnal appetites. And mine, too.