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Knight in Shining Armour

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Photo by JoelValve on Unsplash
A tale of forbidden love between an artist and her muse.
Warning! Contains Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Table of Contents

Daniela

Submitted: April 11, 2019


Can I interest you in my luxury outside furniture? Well, as an ice-breaker, a chat-up line, an invitation to love her, the phrase sounded original.
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Faith

Submitted: April 11, 2019


Faith appeared behind the frosted partition. It was her first day as Daniela’s companion.She was reluctant to disturb her.
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Daniela

Submitted: April 11, 2019


Daniela’s breasts, hips and buttocks were completely wasted by the onset of the full-blown illness that devoured her lady fat, not dislike invasive liposuction, but more degenerative. Her
specialists were at a loss to explain the root cause.
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Faith

Submitted: April 12, 2019


They say, whoever they are, that men sweat and women perspire. Faith sweated because she had the physique of a man built through her own sheer bloody graft and persistence into the body of an
18-year old woman gymnast, the antithesis of the debilitated Daniela.
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Faith

Submitted: April 14, 2019


The beach house was stifling hot, humid. The rain stopped falling. Images of wisps of steam, rising off a warm patio, came to mind. Faith scooped up her panties, sports bra, fitness pants, towel,
postcards and pen, and bolted for the kitchen. No sign of Daniela.
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Chantal

Submitted: April 14, 2019


Chantal strutted out onto the patio, glided down the stone steps, threw her lady-bundle onto the sun lounger, and turned to face the camera.
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Faith

Submitted: April 15, 2019


Faith left the postcards on the kitchen table, took her towel, and padded over to the larder.
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Chantal

Submitted: April 16, 2019


‘I think I may have drunk a little too much champagne,’ she said dreamily, ‘It is so calm and peaceful, out here on the lake, don’t you think so Dani?’
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Faith

Submitted: April 19, 2019


She was floating in the ice-cold, crystal-clear water, like a foetus in a womb.
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Earl Boursin

Submitted: April 19, 2019


Picardie was also dangerous. He studied the report in more detail. The woman hated water.
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