{"id":255429,"date":"2026-07-13T04:18:57","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:18:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/but-im-not-darcy-campbell\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T04:18:57","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:18:57","slug":"but-im-not-darcy-campbell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/but-im-not-darcy-campbell\/","title":{"rendered":"But Im Not – Darcy Campbell"},"content":{"rendered":"
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You took more time picking out the furniture for that room than for the rest of the house.\u201d \u201cI only began to scratch the surface of the vendor and client files. The smell of bacon and coffee forced me to stop. I hope that was okay.\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t have to ask permission, they\u2019re your files after all. I\u2019m pretty sure the files for your appointments next week are in there too or at least on the desktop. Look, why don\u2019t you just play around on the computer, and check out all the software?<\/p>\n

I know there is a very simple chart we designed for all the beginning employees. You should be able to use that and trial and error to figure out the rest of it. I\u2019ve got to run to the store and when I get back, I\u2019ll answer any questions you might have. Okay? Just leave the kitchen and I\u2019ll get to it when I return.\u201d \u201cUh, yeah sure. What if I screw something up though?\u201d<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t exactly computer literate. I was terrified I\u2019d hit the wrong key and wipe out the entire inventory or something just as valuable. \u201cNot possible. Worse case, we can always use the backup version, but I can\u2019t see that happening. Just get comfortable with it.\u201d Christine disappeared down the hall, leaving the breakfast dishes in the sink and all her paperwork still spread out on the table. I knew she promised, but I cleaned what I could. After all, she had cooked breakfast. I had just turned on the dishwasher when she walked back in.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you said you were going to the grocery store?\u201d I asked looking at Christine\u2019s outfit. Gone were the T-shirt and shorts replaced by dress slacks and a blouse. \u201cI am. Just wanted to make a quick change and now I\u2019m out of here. I promise, I promise. I\u2019ll clean it when I get back,\u201d Christine responded as I made a face when she passed the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t say anything.\u201d \u201cI know, but I noticed the look. Believe me, I know that look. Nothing\u2019s changed there either.\u201d I wish that were the case. This morning when I walked into the kitchen, I had been so happy to see Christine dressed in her usual cutoff shorts and t-shirt. That was the Christine I remembered.<\/p>\n

Now I didn\u2019t recognize the person standing before me. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong? I told you I\u2019d clean up.\u201d \u201cNo, that\u2019s not it.\u201d \u201cThen what? Do I have something caught in my teeth?\u201d \u201cNo, you look fine, actually too fine. Since when do you dress up so much on a Sunday? Especially to go to the grocery store?\u201d \u201cSince I met you, I guess. Outside working hours my style was pretty much what you saw this morning; cut-offs and t-shirts.<\/p>\n

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This book is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, companies, organizations, places, events, locales, and incidents are either used in a fictitious manner or are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual companies or organizations, or actual events is purely coincidental. For rights and permissions, please contact: Darcy Campbell darcy@darcycampbellauthor.com 1 1kitap1 om\/en 1 com\/en 1 1.com\/en 1kitap1.com\/en 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 About the Author 1kitap 1 \/en 1kitap m\/en 1kitap1.com\/en M Chapter 1 y eyes flew open as I bolted upright in bed.<\/p>\n

Hugging my pillow, I was desperate to stop the shaking in my body. It\u2019s that damn dream again. I glanced over at Ralph, happy to see he was still asleep. Taking deep breaths, I relaxed, settled back down, and tried to shake off the effects of the dream. I was stumped as to why I couldn\u2019t ever remember any of these dreams.<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t see who I was with or where I was, but I could recall in vivid detail how those hands made me feel. My fingers were already between my legs, feeling the moisture I knew was there. Slipping out of the bedroom as quietly as possible, I ran down the hall, disappearing into the guest room. I locked the door and dropped onto the bed, my fingers now exploring under my nightgown. My body began to tremble as I retraced the path from my dream, my excitement building as I remembered every move and touch.<\/p>\n

As my fingers slid in and out of my waiting body, my mind kept wandering back to the dream. No one had ever made me feel this way. This lover knew exactly where to touch and how to excite my body, creating emotions and feelings that I never experienced before. Now if I could only remember who I was with. As always, just as I was on the verge of the most mind-blowing, cunt crunching orgasm I ever had, I woke up; every single time.<\/p>\n

My body still needed release, and there was no one to assist me. Too bad Ralph wasn\u2019t interested, at least not in the middle of the night. I still remember the first time I tried to wake him up, looking for some \u2018lovin.\u2019<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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