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Smitten by the Playboy: Bumping Into Mr. Sexy

Date: 11/16/2017, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Erotica, Spanking, Virginity, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

As a matter of fact, I am not able to look people in the eyes and face for that relatively long either. If I do, it will not be me but somebody else. That is just how I am. And some people find this to be seriously and terribly annoying of me. I don’t just care. But I can be nagging and a pain in the ass most of the times. It is just I have to work hard at concealing it. But this one, considering that he has been looking at me without my attention and awareness, I am not bothered or stressed up by it at all. No—I am not shy. I am just very much conscious and overreacting at times. “Who is this WHO, Courtney?” “I won’t reveal his name to you, but I just want you to know that somebody has been observing and monitoring you seriously.” Oooooh! I didn’t know or expect that either. Who could he be? Do I know him or not? I can’t tell this too soon. No way possible! I have studied how I fall in love and came up with this discovery: If I fall in love with someone good and peacefully well at start, we will end up violently and dramatically and scandalously. But if I step into love with hatred and bitterness and non-peacefulness, then we will end up well and beautifully. This was so true with Charles himself. I started hating and despising him, and in the long run, we were both tender and affectionate and dearest and blah…..blah………blah. But like they say, not every fairy tale is meant to last happily ever after. I could have been everything that he wanted me to be. I would have ... tallied and remained long in his presence so he can come and spend wonderful, glorious times with him. At first I was almost all this until it clicked in me that falling in love with him would change me and my gleeful visions and whole being and self into someone that I would not have wanted to be in the first place. And that’s what made me become indifferent and negligent to him. I deeply want someone that I can relate to and share the same or if not harmonizing then corresponding world with. And that someone is not Charles Berlusconi either. “So who is this one, Courtney?” I ask eagerly and patiently. I can’t wait to hear that valuable name. Not that I am in love with him already. No way possible. I just want to know who it is. I mean is he worth the sacrifice and everything else. “You shall be meeting him on the rightful good time. That’s all, Tori. Goodnight for now.” And off she goes straight to her bedroom, leaving me wondering and thinking about everything that she has said. Someone interested in me? It must be a total joke. I was not looking forward to anything like this, or was I? No way. In my bed, I can’t sleep. I close my eyes and I see him there. Charles Berlusconi. Why won’t he leave me alone? I don’t want to think about him or even see him. But he is just there in my reality and imaginary world. Whenever I notice and realize that I am starting to fall for him deeper and deeper again, I do everything in my power and will to forget and erase him from my objections and ...