Why does it hurt? Why do I even like him anyway? He's just a stupid footman. A useless servant. A feeble...
I sighed.
Who am I kidding.. I just want to kiss him. Does he really love me? I'm longing for his love. His kisses and cuddles. He's so knowledged on those type of things. I just wish he had his first time with me. Me only. I deserve him. He's my prize.
Why can't he just call me mine.
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Fantasy"I like you. A lot." he said as he looked away. He leaned in so their faces gazed upon eachother. "You're being shy.." Cankerby is a nosy footman who loves being traded in gold. His sober afterwork is visible by personality. Soon, his drunken demean...
