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“I've been obsessed with you ever since that day you spilled your drink on me at April's 18th birthday party. I've had the most unholy thoughts about you ever since that day. If you haven't noticed, I'm particularly fond of boobs. That yellow satin dress you wore that day did a nice job in pushing up your cleavage. My eyes caught them and I've never been the same. I tried so hard that night not to be the man who took advantage of a drunk teenager. But I've been a bloody wreck ever since then. I've just been good at hiding it.” He…remembers what I wore that night? That's like a year ago. That night, I tasted alcohol for the first time and ended up creating a mess. He…held me all through that

He leered at her and laughed when she stumbled backwards almost tripping over the Hem of her gown. "Why?" She cried in despair. "Why? For several reasons, but the one I like them best is for the sport, I love to be the first to rape a virgin it feels so good." "No" she cried wildly. She was terrified and angry and she wanted to lash out, to hurt her tormentor. she stumbled over toward her rapist and tripped, she fell into his arms when she shoved away from him she had his pistol. she took aim, look the man in his eye and shot him in the chest. Before he hit the floor she spit on him and shot him between the eyes, she stepped over his body and broke out the windows. She looked around her, saw

Adam’s voice cuts into my calm. “I looked up the author name you told me, but it didn’t return any hits.” I tense, my anxiety climbing again. “That’s strange.” “You said Daphne Thompson, right?” “Uh… yeah.” “Well, there’s no author by that name. There’s a Daphne Thomas, though.” “Oh.” “Miss Thomas writes some… ah… interesting stories.” He smiles. “Critics call her books ‘mommy porn.’” My stomach tight, I struggle to find a response but fail. Adam continues talking, his voice suspiciously light.

She looked so innocent and helpless, but it took a lot of courage for her to run away from marriage that first time, as she had. She could be my angel, my innocence in the midst of the perverted world I lived in. I didn't like the idea of ​​her getting her hands dirty. She didn't need to kill anyone, because I was there to do it for her. However, I understood all her fears very well. Donatella was crazy, and she really could have done worse if I hadn't shown up. Lais was right; she needed to protect herself, whether I liked it or not. I glimpsed blood and semen on the sheet, the clear sign that I had taken her virginity and deposited my seed in her womb. It had been ten years of waiting for

I never asked them to commit those acts that resulted in me being formed and born, I've never asked them anything difficult or have been a spoiled brat. I have been an obedient child all along, at the early age of eight my mindset was already that of a fifteen-year-old. I never got to whine and ask for the things that I want because I was never allowed, I tried doing that countless times like how other kids my age does to their parents, but after getting black and blue here and there on my body every time I try, I finally stopped and just lived in the corners of our house quietly. But the abuse never stopped there, even if I don't do anything and just remain silent my mother would still hit

I wont let anything o r anyone else harm her. Her innocence has help m e captive o f her. She i s A n Innocent Seduction . That has become m y Addiction. With all these thoughts, I kissed her head and finally fell i n deep slumber with the love o f m y life , sleeping safely i n m y arms. ****** Hlw there!! Hope you all are enjoying the story so far. Do share your views and plz do vote. It will surely make my day!! And do follow me on I*******m @author_priyaraj to know more about updates and stories.

I squeezed his hand with mine, telling him that it was going to be okay. He nodded at me, opened his mouth to speak. I never knew he was going to just blurt it out, no filter, no bearing around. What followed after his words was Ava putting her right hand on her already wide open mouth. 'I'm in a sexual relationship with my brother and my previous nanny raped me in my 12th birthday'. He's not your brother'. She boldly stated. 'What are you even talking about? we both asked uniformly, both of us wondering whether she had suddenly gone mad.

He asked, still unsure about her behaviour, while caressing her lips. She shuddered. "I don’t know why you ask me the same question... And what does it mean to be innocent...?" She tilted her head like an innocent child, giving him no room to doubt further. He took a step back, handling her scarf while wrapping it around her neck. He saw the marks of passion or a cruel act he didn’t know about. Maybe last night he did. She was saying the truth. "Wear some other full-sleeve and full-neck dresses."

So wildly that he just wanted to fuck her unstoppably and roughly for the whole damn night. But unfortunately, she was not even eighteen and he has given her his words that he would not fuck her until she turned eighteen. He tilted her head up and made her look into his eyes. His innocent doe-like eyes reflected fear and anticipation. She was anxious about what was going to surprise her the very next moment. Fuck! He could read her easily. She was like an open book that could be read by anyone. Those Hazel eyes with orange flecks held innocence in a firm grip as if not ready to let it go. Innocence was her accessory, her gem, a magnetizing trait of hers that pulled even the devil towards her

I say to myself as I enter my next class. I doodle tapping my pen on my English textbook, and look out the window in the thought of how his eyes stared at me lingered a little too long but that sweet smile and how he defended me, 'He was pretty cute but I just got out of a relationship and he's older than me not going to work out' I thought. I get back to work the period goes so quickly, Well it's time to go to the library I get out of my seat about to head out.