*******************!!!!!!PUBLISHER WARNING!!!!!!!*********************
The contents of this book are known to cause spontaneous wetness in women and hardness in men.
This story contains shockingly explicit and sexually charged scenes.
It is NOT your mother's erotica!
Buy at your own risk (and read alone!)
EXCERPTS:
I lie face down with my wrists bound behind my back and my ass in the air as instructed. I am naked, besides my pink panties around my knees. It is our first time together and he has demanded that I demonstrate my desire to submit to him. I'm not sure completely sure what that will entail but my pussy is wet as I speculate. As I wait to find out what that means I think back on what brought me here.
I was always introverted and intelligent, always seeking to further my understanding. At first, I learned from schools and books I got from the library. Eventually the Internet provided a further source of knowledge. Of the girls around me, few were very intellectual and so I found in feminists a role model. Before I'd had my first period I had become a feminist...
Over time I realized that the idea of a more forceful male, the sort I'd read about in my books, dominating me had started to occupy my thoughts. I was fantasizing about a man calling me slut and whore and holding me down while he had his way with me. The thoughts were dirty, a wonderful sort of humiliating dirty, the type of thought that made my pussy drip. I woke up many mornings from my dreams about Him.
The contents of this book are known to cause spontaneous wetness in women and hardness in men.
This story contains shockingly explicit and sexually charged scenes.
It is NOT your mother's erotica!
Buy at your own risk (and read alone!)
EXCERPTS:
I lie face down with my wrists bound behind my back and my ass in the air as instructed. I am naked, besides my pink panties around my knees. It is our first time together and he has demanded that I demonstrate my desire to submit to him. I'm not sure completely sure what that will entail but my pussy is wet as I speculate. As I wait to find out what that means I think back on what brought me here.
I was always introverted and intelligent, always seeking to further my understanding. At first, I learned from schools and books I got from the library. Eventually the Internet provided a further source of knowledge. Of the girls around me, few were very intellectual and so I found in feminists a role model. Before I'd had my first period I had become a feminist...
Over time I realized that the idea of a more forceful male, the sort I'd read about in my books, dominating me had started to occupy my thoughts. I was fantasizing about a man calling me slut and whore and holding me down while he had his way with me. The thoughts were dirty, a wonderful sort of humiliating dirty, the type of thought that made my pussy drip. I woke up many mornings from my dreams about Him.
