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Dukker knew the long lonely nights Moira spent in her tent, dreaming of love and a lover who was both dominant and tender. In her first few weeks with the carnival she'd covered the crystal ball with a scarf, shrouding his world in darkness for most of the day. But after a while she decided the crystal ball no longer made her nervous and she stopped covering it. Either way he despised the long hours of the night because he wanted to know what she was thinking. What did she dream about?
From the thick pillow where the crystal ball rested every night, he had a clear view of her bed. Dukker ached every night with each glimpse of white flesh revealed to him as she moved about in her sleep. How he longed to feel the smooth white skin of her thighs, of her breasts.
Posted June 4, 2010
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