Maggie Lucas
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Undercover goth girl selling fantasies of a life that could have been.
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“This is me, the Beetle.” All at once, his hands were on her; lips on hers. The kiss was hard, rough, soft, and long. His beard so rough on her lips; she ached for it to explore her body. A moan escaped her lips. She wanted to pull him closer, but she was off balance. Oh, this is dangerous, she thought.
By Maggie Lucas3 years ago in Fiction
For the Love of a Hound
They say you don’t get the hound you want; you get the hound you need. There is no statement more valid than that to describe my Dazey. When my eldest left for college, our family dog died. Max was a great big lab chow mix and his absence, along with the absence of my eldest son was too much for my heart to bear. I adopted a dog about three months later. That was Ally. My youngest son and husband felt it was too soon, so she was my full responsibility. It didn’t matter, she still bonded with my husband more than me. I fed, watered, walked, and groomed that dog, but it was my husband she showered with affection. I had always had labs, but Ally was a bluetick hound/ lab mix. Her personality was not that of a lab, so I just assumed what I was seeing was hound traits, and I was in love with that.
By Maggie Lucas3 years ago in Petlife
