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I say it with a lack of other words. "You know Lara that your birthday is coming up, in a few days you will become an adult, a beautiful 21 year old lady!" She says and he.....i see him licking his lips slowly scanning my body with his eyes which gives me shivers and not the good type like I got from Kissing John!! I look away because suddenly I feel really uneasy and I don't know why he was doing that. "You know that that day is very special right? You will become a real woman that day and I will give you my special gift!" He says and before he walks out he caresses my cheek with his hand which makes me jump and walk backwards to the exit.

School girl crush, I thought. The kind that get a married man like me in trouble. Two and half years later, I returned to my original school. She attended classes on a different day. Students could not attend the adult class until they were 18 or got special permission from the head instructor. I would see her from time to time at the school on off days. We would exchange simple hello's. I would see her from time to time sneaking glances. Later that year Maxine turned eighteen and I got divorced. The two were unrelated.

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

SEDUCING MY MARRIED BOSS Aurora's POV "Here you go, Mr Valemont." I said softly, holding the document out for Marcus and slowly grazing my hand against his just as he took them from me. He quickly snatched the file from me and threw a glare that he quickly masked with a professional smile my way. I cleared my throat and turned away from him, with a smirk etched on my lips. My name is Aurora Voss, I'm twenty six and an event planner. Long story cut short, I'm lusting after my boss.

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

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he asked quietly. “The first one,” I said. “Or the second? Or the time you tried to kill me in the cabin under a curse’s influence? You need to be more specific.” He groaned. “I’m serious,” he said. “So am I,” I replied. “They’ll ask. Eventually. Kids always ask about the things adults don’t want to talk about. We tell them the truth. Age‑appropriate, but truth. That you did something terrible under a curse and spent two lives trying to fix it. That I died and came back and refused to let that be the end of my story. That love is complicated and people make mistakes and what matters is what you do after.”

"Did you crawl out of a sewer on the way in? This is a Fortune 500 company, not a bus terminal bathroom." "I had car trouble, Mr. Graham. And then a shoe incident. And then a puddle..." "I don't pay you for your tragic life story, Wanda," he cut in, slamming his tablet onto the desk. "I pay you to function. Bare minimum expectations. Coffee that's hot. Bagels that aren't stale. You failed at both. Congratulations." "I'm sorry, I—"

The old woman shivered and held her paper bag close to her chest. “Can’t you hear me? "Keith exploded. “Please let me go. I have very less money and I’m a needy person. I have purchased my bread for tomorrow morning. Please have piety on me!” The old woman cried with teary eyes. “This is the last time I'm warning you to hurry up” Keith moved the knife closer to her face. The old woman took out her valet but kept it in her hand. “Please” The old woman begged. The tension between them increased and Keith pushed the old lady down the road and snatched her valet. He ran away as fast as he could and didn’t turn around.

One of the kids interrupted with a curious expression. " Hoho,long before even I was born, but let's get back to the story . So where was I……,haha,during the early days of the…….. Sitting on one a log bench,I listened to Old Alfred regaling the kids with stories. I had once been like them,listening to tales which made my dreams,one of my favourite tales was about a Luna who went against all odds to stay with her true love,I used to keep this story in my mind all the time dreaming about the Luna's heroics but now…..well I'm an adult now so I knows how the real world operates.