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CAROLINE
I was shocked. Stunned. Aroused. There was something wrong with me as I watched his retreating form--his retreating naked form--walk to the cabin and then disappear inside. Most assuredly I had some kind of defect that had me thinking carnal thoughts about a man I knew nothing about and had stolen me from a stage and the man I was to marry.
That was what a man looked like? Muscular and powerful and so virile? His body was sprinkled with a dusting of red hair. His broad chest had a smattering that tapered into a thin line that had gone from his navel and straight down to the nest of curls that surrounded his...oh God! And his...his what had he called it? His c**k. That was supposed to fit inside a woman? Surely the crude tales I'd heard had been wrong. The man's c**k had been
