"When she saw my expression over what she had called me she smiled. "You will always be 'My Empress' until the day I die, regardless of what the futur...e brings. But in the presence of others I will call you whatever you desire, Lady Jasmine."What was a girl to do? I kissed her back and pinched her beautiful butt.Sensha giggled when Lady Murielle shrieked and jumped. Even my and her guards laughed. * * * * *This simple event changed things far beyond any of my. In the light of the streetlight, I saw her face more clearly and she was a thousand times more beautiful than I had first thought. She was about 27 years old. I am mostly guessing at her age at this part. It’s futile to explain her beauty in words. Let’s say she looked just like Deepika Padukone. That cute face, those curves in her body, just perfect! She was wearing a loose white tee shirt and a really short denim shorts. Her meaty, milky thighs and arms would be the fantasy of any guy. But. Did I really just come, despite the pain and embarrassment? Or ... or did I come because of it? It wouldn’t even be the first time I’ve done so, just the most painful. How twisted must my sexuality be, that even such treatment cannot be separated from my pleasure? The perversions in which I’ve participated this very night seem to have no end, and yet I seem to revel in all of them.The probing fingers left her sex, immediately replaced by the larger digits she knew belonged to the formidable. " He hadn't told her of that fall, after she left him, when she loved someone else and fucked him anyway. "You still want this Carol back? Even after everything she did to you? Now that you know what she's really like?" He looked at her with a small, sad smile. "Sharon? Do you pray?" "Sure, sometimes." You want to know what I pray?" What?" I tell God that I'd trade all the rest of my life--every day that I have left--for just one hour in her arms, knowing she loves me again. And I mean it."She.