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Standing about 5 foot 10 inches, and a bit husky, Daniel was ruggedly handsome with or with out his glasses and he had a hell of a winning smile and brown hair. Daniel sat at his desk in a dark office illuminated by the light of a screen, wracking his mind for ideas. He hadn’t posted a single lusty word to the Lush Stories site in weeks. There was no way he wanted to quit but he was drawing a blank on the next step of his titillating reunion opus. For the longest time he had had this problem, not being able to concentrate on any one story for longer than a chapter or two. His story had touched (or should I say inspired touching in) thousands of people on the site, far more than he had expected to ever read anything by him. So there he was one late Friday night just staring at the blinking icon before him with one plea burning in him.

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