Or morespecifically, "light riders of the frontier". Nicely worded. Some blandand inexperienced poet had almost certainly coined it; someone who hadne...ver loaded his personality onto a beam of light and awoken in a hostbody several light years away. Light Riders. Travelers of the stars. Commerce of the old West broughtto the new century.Quaint, but wrong. Travelers like Terri knew there was very littledignity in the awkward moments of a hardly used cerebral cortexstruggling first to coordinate. My story begins with my bully, Sam. She secretly has a crush on me, however, she doesn't know how to say it. Her best way to say it is like a child on the playground. Its kinda cute. _The only problem is she is a bit extreme with her bullying. _Another problem is i used to hate it, but now that it's normalized, it is kind of erotic. It doesn't mean I'm not embarrassed. It also doesn't mean that I do it willingly. Its when it's pushed onto me that it truly makes me feel alive. She doesn't do. She was like my ex-wives."Maybe she's a sadist?" Milly asked, planting her heel on Wendy's back, keeping the whore from squirming away. A whip appeared in Milly's hand, drawn from the sea of power I possessed. The whip cracked, painting a red strip across Wendy's bubbly ass.She yelped."She definitely enjoyed that," giggled Hannah. "Whip the slut again, Milly."Crack!Wendy's yelp of pain made my cock even harder. I was glad she kept refusing. It was so satisfying to break her. My wife, Emi, stood. ”“And what of the other love of your life, — Amy Fairfax — did she too berate you on account of the size of your sickle?”“She loved me as I loved her, and we became lovers.”“But you did not marry?”“She would not marry for love, but for position. She is now a Countess.”Annette got out of her armchair with feline grace and sat on my lap.She put her arms around my neck, and gave me a warm, embracing, comforting kiss, before gently drawing my head onto her breasts.“She was a fool — and probably.