A deep romantic elegy of a love "without limits"-or a sordid tale of cuckolding, humiliation, and willing slavery in the name of love? YOU BE THE JUDGE "Alexandra was more than just a woman to me, she was my life, my love, my reason to exist. And I let her know it repeatedly, telling her I was nothing without her, she was my Goddess...." *** WARNING: Contains sexually obsessive material not suitable for children *** My College Goddess Excerpt: Copyright (c) 2016 Part 1 I met the Goddess of my dreams when I was in college. Looking back on it now, it seemed like fate. My nickname is B. And all my life I was considered unremarkable. Expendable. The type of person who would pass through this world without leaving a trace. My early life was steeped in darkness-an unending gloom, like a prison-from which I never thought I would escape. I was overly sensitive. Crippled by social anxiety. Easily broken. This and the fact that I was not aggressive-a wimp, to put it plain-seemed to affect my sociability and happiness early on. I was morbidly shy throughout my school years, and in high school, tended to be a loner. The shadow without a name. The same applied to college-until my last semester. Until I met her. Alexandra. Light of my life. Girl of my dreams. My complete opposite. Yet my perfect match. Alexandra was cheerful and outgoing. Poised and resilient. She was blessed with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile and, beyond that, always exuded coolness. Some people possess no self-loathing. That was Alexandra. That was my Goddess. She knew she was God's gift to the world. Someone meant to be cherished. Adored. Worshipped. That became my honor. ====> Make this UNIQUE LOVE STORY yours today!
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