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She was never the girl that could speak her mind just drop tears when she needed it what happens when she gets involve with a thug who helps her and shows her....Her true self......He shows her heart breaks....Love...Care.....And over all Compassion

After the civil war in 2056, America morphed into a society designed to suppress, stifle & control females across the country. In just a few weeks, Amelia Sayle will be claimed by a Man forever, and have his initials branded onto her wrist. But just when this fate seems inevitable, strange events start occurring around her. Something big is brewing in the distance.

A collection of erotic short stories and one-shots, particularly themed around Southerners.

lowercase intended

"leave your fears behind, and come dance where all the naughty souls thrive" Now, this is my very first time writing smut, so I have no clue how good I am at it and for all I know, this could all just be a huge waste of time. I apologize in advance for that. But other than me declaring my lack of skill in writing, I hope you enjoy!:) ~Deuces☆

David Michelson is starting his first year at Polkville High as a senior science teacher. There are many things about Mr. Michelson that attracts girls and women and it's mainly his good looks. But what they don't know is his lifestyle. BDSM. What happens when he finds interest in Keisha? Will he pursue her? Will she be his sub? Will they get caught? Will she want him? Would he change his ways for her? Will they be able to overcome the obstacles ahead of them? Let's see...Roll the Watt!

"Wait!" Stephen called and I puffed out a breath. I stopped but didn't face him, weighing out my options. I could keep going and head home or I could hear him out. Heavy foot steps were heard behind me until I felt a hand on my waist, whipping me around. His apple green eyes scanning me. "I want coffee" he leaned down whispering in my ear. 'Yeah! And I want your head buried between my legs!!' I thought to myself, looking at him like he was half crazy. Is he confused? "Well Steph I'm sure they have coffee here somewhere. I mean it is a grocery store..." I dryly told him. "No, you're misunderstanding me." He pulled my body closer, wrapping both warm arms around my waist. Everything felt right about what was happening, I felt safe in his embrace. His hold was inviting, strong, and protective. Felt like, home. "I want coffee at your kitchen table, after I've explored ever fucking inch of your body.."He kissed my neck so my eyes fluttered shut. Was this real? Did I hear him correctly? "Do you understand?" Stephen asked brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. "Regular or Decaf?" I spoke breathlessly. This man is going to be the death of me. Stephen is just a postman in an over privileged neighborhood.