I Submit to Thee
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,437
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I Submit to Thee
Prologue and Authors notes.
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Hello all. Welcome to the world of my characters. These same characters are constantly picked up and re-set into different situations. There are no strict rules, there is no set reading order. It's whatever I feel like at the time. The only rule is that it is always from Emily's point of view, usually first person. Yes I know that this may seem strange, seeing as I am a guy (bisexual or not), but I don't really care.
Emily is my main character. She has a thing for sex. She's 18 for the most part, and her birthday is September 20th, so she gets older as time goes on.
Some of these stories have magic, some of them don't. I like writing fantasy, but it's not the only thing I do.....
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Notes on this story:
This one is different from most. The chapters or installments are very, very short in this. The 300-500 words kind of short.
This one has more magic than most, and centers around it.
This one has less sex in it than most, and is not nearly as explicit. The sex is usually only there in passing.
- AJI
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((Prologue))
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It had been close to three months now since Dana had passed; three months since Vince had told me to get out of his life. Three months, and here I was still. I comforted him when I could, but usually I only caused him more pain. You see, I was the one he had been fucking while his fiancé was away; I was the one there, submitting to him like the slut I was, I am, letting him fuck me into oblivion while she was being tortured, sliced to pieces, shot, killed. He really didn't want anything to do with me.
But that’s the problem with addiction.
It doesn't just stop when you want it to, because you want it to, because it hurts you so much that you break down and cry, but you do it anyway.
And that's why he hates me.
That's why he hates himself.
Because he loves every second of it. Every time we stop, all he wants is more. Every single moan, every hiss of pleasure, it all makes him want it more.
But... Dana….
===========================
Hello all. Welcome to the world of my characters. These same characters are constantly picked up and re-set into different situations. There are no strict rules, there is no set reading order. It's whatever I feel like at the time. The only rule is that it is always from Emily's point of view, usually first person. Yes I know that this may seem strange, seeing as I am a guy (bisexual or not), but I don't really care.
Emily is my main character. She has a thing for sex. She's 18 for the most part, and her birthday is September 20th, so she gets older as time goes on.
Some of these stories have magic, some of them don't. I like writing fantasy, but it's not the only thing I do.....
===========================
Notes on this story:
This one is different from most. The chapters or installments are very, very short in this. The 300-500 words kind of short.
This one has more magic than most, and centers around it.
This one has less sex in it than most, and is not nearly as explicit. The sex is usually only there in passing.
- AJI
=====================================================================
((Prologue))
=====================================================================
It had been close to three months now since Dana had passed; three months since Vince had told me to get out of his life. Three months, and here I was still. I comforted him when I could, but usually I only caused him more pain. You see, I was the one he had been fucking while his fiancé was away; I was the one there, submitting to him like the slut I was, I am, letting him fuck me into oblivion while she was being tortured, sliced to pieces, shot, killed. He really didn't want anything to do with me.
But that’s the problem with addiction.
It doesn't just stop when you want it to, because you want it to, because it hurts you so much that you break down and cry, but you do it anyway.
And that's why he hates me.
That's why he hates himself.
Because he loves every second of it. Every time we stop, all he wants is more. Every single moan, every hiss of pleasure, it all makes him want it more.
But... Dana….