GretaGree
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They called me Lolita.
Ever since I was 15, I knew how to handle a man twice my age. I knew what he wants, how he wants it. At the ripe age of 17, I now know more about men's fantasies than my momma and grandma put together.
My high was them. A drug that I couldn't live without, a drug that I could control over an impulse. Elite Lolita, a girl who chooses who she'll sleep with next. A girl, who cannot imagine herself living in a world without the exchange of bodily fluids.
I thought I had the whole world under my feet until it crumbled down and left me paralysed inside and out.
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A SHORT STORY OF AN ELITE LOLITA.
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Some of the material in this story might upset certain groups of people. Strong language, sex, smoking, underage drinking. Read with an open mind!
Copyright ©Greta GREE, 2014