It was on the night of Calla’s 18th birthday and she had been allowed to let Sakura keep her company...

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She walked up to a quaint little country cottage nestled amongst some trees and knocked on the door timidly only for it to swing open revealing Jack, dressed only in his jeans. His bare muscular chest was all Lauren could focus on.
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Lady Calla Carborough woke on the clear summer morning with her loins throbbing and full of desire. The man appeared in her dreams that night again. It was always the same. She was in the stables alone.  Her horse, Dahlia, was prepped for her to ride, but no stable hands were to be seen. It was hot and Calla undid her corset to let her full breasts breathe and tied her long skirts up on her waist bearing her stocking legs and thighs. Suddenly, the stable doors were thrown open and a man appeared in the doorway silhouetted by the sunlight.
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