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Author's note: The writer in this story is 26, Lessia is 24. All actions described herein took place between consenting adults and the relationship was established the year Lessia turned 19. -Silver DEAR DIARY, I think of roses every time I think of her. The glowingly soft, perfectly petalled rose so aptly described her as though it might have been her name, rather than the more exotic Lessia. My beautiful woman, the girl I knew and ignored for so many years.

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Rose's long black hair shimmered in the morning light that slipped through the partially opened blinds. Tyler stood over her watching his beautiful daughter sleep, she lay there his lover, sub, and so much more slumbering peacefully. Not for long he thought to himself. Tyler pulled the sheets back to reveal his daughter's nude body, her legs curled up beneath her almost in the fetal position and her soft little sex lips visible between her legs.

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