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“You have god-tier pussy, Lizzy. And my good opinion of your pussy once gained, is gained forever.”
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“You’re flawless, Eliza. Simply flawless.” And she was. Like a balanced ledger. A freshly starched cravat. A Meryton ball where a modicum of fun is had. Flawless in every respect. Darcy ate Elizabeth with composure and civility, tracing her clit like he was untying a cravat with his tongue. Her breathy sighs were soft like a pianoforte played before dawn, and had him harder than staying awake during a Mr. Collins sermon.
He cut a fine figure, with strong features and a noble mien. He was five feet, ten inches, but carried himself like a man of six feet, two inches.
“Fuck me, Mr. Darcy. Give me that dick.”
Wow!!!
She subscribed to a literary journal, Book Talk, which contained raves about recent releases.
“Yes, Daddy. I mean Darcy.”
It felt like the Darcys and Bingleys had not seen each other in a twelvemonth, even though it had only been a few se’nnights past since they were together at the ball.
What the fuck
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“What genre would you say it is? Hopefully a romance.” Darcy chose to keep some things from his friend. “I guess one would call it fiction, for it has not happened yet, and not everything in it is true. But it’s the kind of fiction one would read that…” “Yes?” Darcy tried to think of how to adequately describe it. “That would make one’s body heat up. So much so you might need to fan yourself off, if you know what I mean.” Bingley snapped his fingers. “Fan fiction. I like it.” “Fan fiction,” Darcy repeated to himself, as if he had just discovered a treasure.
This confirmation of magic books was a threat to Darcy’s sense and sensibility.
A new play, The Great British Rake Off, was a hit and had premiered to much acclaim.
“Enjoy your evening at Gracechurch Street,” he said. “There’s no prejudice there.” He emphasized the word prejudice, but did not explain why.
