With You, I Live

Be my personal maid and my whore.
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Two souls met when one was dying and the other was trying to escape her reality.

Both took impulsive decisions and ended up together.

He was always unpredictable and she turned unpredictable after she met him.

A relationship formed from lust. A relationship that has no future.
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I've always felt trapped and just dead. I wanted to be free and feel liberated. And I did feel liberated, momentarily.

A jerk, my stomach alive, my heart rate pacing, all of that when the devil whispered huskily.
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"Where are you going?"

"The bathroom!" I said in a 'duh' tone.

"Why? Change here, in front of me!"

Pervert!

I rolled my eyes but changed into the costume. It had a heart shaped neckline, pushing my big breasts, it was tight till my waist and then flared down and reached my knees.

It was the typical Halloween sexy and slutty maid outfit.

It wasn't tight but it fit like a tight glove, hugging all my curves.

I looked in the mirror and I felt like a pornstar.

"Seriously? Why? Just why?" I asked incredulously.

"I want to roleplay." He said nonchalantly with a shrug.

My jaw dropped and I blushed hard.

He was.....kinky!

It took me some time to recover.

"So if we were to starr in a porn film, what would it be called then?" I asked him playfully.

He approached closer, turned me around, pushing my ponytail to one side of my neck as he placed his chin on my shoulder.

"Boss fucks his curvy maid!"

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They said I tamed the beast. And saved his life.
But They didn't know! They didn't know that it was his craziness, his illness brought us both closer.

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⚠Warning⚠

It's a smut based story.

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Rankings;
#8 in multiple personality
#9 in insecurities
#19 in contact marriage
#69 in abusive husband