The Centerpiece

“Tabitha, this house is just unbelievable! Who is your decorator? I simply must know.” Angelica looked around the living room. The marble floors, the large, plush rugs, the exquisite furniture. Every piece was decadent. The detail was unequivocally riveting, and Angelica felt as if she could just sink into the over-sized leather couch, cover herself with the cream-colored, cashmere throw, and lose herself in the 1st edition Lady Chatterley’s Lover on the…

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Erotica/Fiction…not so plain, and not so simple. Find me at brigitdelaney.com, Twitter @BrigitWrites, & check out my podcast: Brigit’s Erotic Bedtime Stories.

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Brigit Delaney

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Erotica/Fiction…not so plain, and not so simple. Find me at brigitdelaney.com, Twitter @BrigitWrites, & check out my podcast: Brigit’s Erotic Bedtime Stories.

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