As I climbed over the railing, he caught on to my intentions. Carolyn ... wait ... what are you doing? You cannot swim! "I can't spend the rest of my life like this, Percy." Gathering all the courage within me, I decided to face Death and peered down at t...
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Wannabe poet Stories
The heat escalating between my thighs woke me. "Percy?" Yes, my love. "Mmmm. Please don't stop what you're doing to me." I spread my legs wider while knowing he had access regardless. I'm starving, Carolyn! Feed me your sexual energy! I lay in bed growin...
The Ghostwriter (Part One)
Will she find the Romantic poet within...July 1822... Percy Shelley had been reckless ignoring the storm warnings, and the violent squall would not be outrun. Moments before tumultuous waves engulfed the Don Juan and its sailors, Percy shoved a book of Keat's poems into his pocket. Most appropri...