My First Polyamorous Date Was Utterly Intoxicating

Dipping my toes in leads to wonderful things

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It had been nearly a decade since I’d seen Rockwell, but his silky, bass-baritone voice was just as I’d remembered. It came up from deep inside his chest and rumbled like the purr of a mischievous tiger. He could have recited Dr. Seuss and still sounded damn seductive.




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Danielle Loewen

Danielle Loewen

she/her | reader | queer feminist | recovering academic | body lover | gamer | poet & fabulist

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