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Jenny
is on page 198 of 369
WHAT MODERN DAY SET BOOK COULD BRING ME HEAT LIKE THIS? NONE. LUST IN THE TIME OF THE iPHONE?? WEAK AS THE WHISPER OF LEMON AND LIME IN MOUNTAIN DEW. GIVE ME THIS REVERENCE AND YEARNING OR GET OUT MY SIGHT
— May 06, 2026 09:10AM
Jenny
is on page 195 of 369
'Meeting his gaze was not a sin. It should not feel like one.'
THAT'S THE GOOD STUFF👍👍👍
— May 06, 2026 08:54AM
THAT'S THE GOOD STUFF👍👍👍
Jenny
is on page 131 of 369
'Finding nothing else to say, she whispered, “Good night.”
The silence behind her meant that he lingered there. It meant that he
waited, watching her, until she turned the corner and disappeared from
sight.'
Show me a yearner, I'll show him a wedding ring
— May 03, 2026 03:15PM
The silence behind her meant that he lingered there. It meant that he
waited, watching her, until she turned the corner and disappeared from
sight.'
Show me a yearner, I'll show him a wedding ring
Jenny
is on page 129 of 369
'She looked down at the man who knelt before her like a supplicant with
a hand on her knee, whose weathered face was softened by the innocence of newfound devotion.'
Exhausted as I am, this still has great power
— May 03, 2026 03:10PM
a hand on her knee, whose weathered face was softened by the innocence of newfound devotion.'
Exhausted as I am, this still has great power
Jenny
is on page 56 of 369
Might have to go against my very being and beat a priest to death. We'll see
— Apr 27, 2026 12:54PM
Jenny
is on page 42 of 369
'His hair was dark, long and straight and pulled away from
his face, accentuating high, blunt cheekbones and a gold ring in one
earlobe.'
;But his eyes were dark, doe-like. Expressive. Even soulful. They
remained fixed on her face as the dance progressed with a softness that
soothed the unease she had been carrying in her shoulders.'
...So there's this man in 1765.
— Apr 27, 2026 12:32PM
his face, accentuating high, blunt cheekbones and a gold ring in one
earlobe.'
;But his eyes were dark, doe-like. Expressive. Even soulful. They
remained fixed on her face as the dance progressed with a softness that
soothed the unease she had been carrying in her shoulders.'
...So there's this man in 1765.

