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The Socialite

Leaning over the edge of the tub, she turned her head to make sure he was watching. As a smirk creased her lips, she reached back with one hand, drawing a fine line up and down the crack of her ass. Damp from the water, she stopped at the entrance, tapping once on the sealed opening. She cried out, her breathing stopped as though she were a mouse in a trap. A single finger pushed inside, sending waves of pain through her entire body. Pain would not detour her. She knew the price she would pay to put on this show. As the tight rim cut the circulation from her finger, she pushed deeper in to prove she was worthy of his time.

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The Gatekeeper -2-

How the hell could my family expect me to get married at 18 and have a child 9 months later? I don’t care what my mother did. That was her stupidity. Just because she wanted to live with a man with over one wife does not mean I do. I have a life to live and a world to explore. I guess I have never felt like the rest of them. All they do is walk around like a group of stepford wives who kiss the asses of all the men around them. My life is worth more than being a breeder for a family of Neanderthal men.

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Gatekeeper – Prologue

Pulling into the old plantation home’s circular drive in Louisiana, Donavan Davis called this home for three years. It was a drastic change from his family’s home in Kansas. No snow cover mountains, no smell of a winter storm brewing. Instead, the scent of spice in the air and the sound of jazz would comfort him to sleep. At 49 years old, he no longer needed the shroud of his family to protect him. He had built a solid foundation of his own.

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Kitten Stories -21-

I sat on my knees for what seemed an eternity. Covered in the man’s cum who owned me, my eyes sealed shut from the direct hit to the face. A quick lick over my lips to once again savor the flavor. I’ve learned to love the taste and crave it more than any other meal. Thankfully, each morning when I wake, Master makes sure my little kitten bowl is filled with a mixture of milk and semen. I remember the first time I tasted the mixture. I am not a fan of warm milk, so the moment my tongue rimmed the bowl; I retched with disgust. That was the last time I acted displeased with the gift from the Master. Not being fed for a week had me begging for nourishment. 

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Random nothingness

Everyone, whether they want to admit it or not, has a fantasy that someone else would consider disgusting. Do I? Sure, but there is a difference between me and the normal person. I am not afraid of what people think of me. My life is an open book for the world to read. I’ve opened the doors to my dirty little secrets, so, are you ready to hear my fantasy?

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