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Sinful Glory By NinJinChan
Rated R
Prologue
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Smirking seductively, she crawled up to him, elated with her little game. The skimpy shirt, which, true to its description, barely even covered her voluptuous chest, rose with each rise and fall of her diaphragm pulling in the substance of life.
Winking in her roguish demeanor, she sat down next to the man who so easily captured her fantasy, filling her head with childhood hopes of prince charming since she was first born. He had always shown her that special affection, like she was more than just a babysitting favor to him. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. She would have made him love her.
She tried to seduce him, unaware he was already trapped, entranced with her very essence.
Cupid's arrow had struck without the knowledge of its victims, each totally innocent in their feelings, each knowing the pure rapture of falling in love, finally finding the one you know will be there for you always, the one that makes your heart beat, your flesh tingle, the only one you'll ever want. They had each found it in the other.
But it was forbidden, a taboo in all its sinful glory. Yet, each secretly relished the idea, despite the obvious fact that it would never work. Too many things acted against it, opposed it with a terrible force, one that wasn't to be reckoned with. To fight it could mean any horrible nightmare that comes to mind: shame, disownment, or even, death.
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Sinful Glory By NinJinChan
Rated R
Prologue
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Smirking seductively, she crawled up to him, elated with her little game. The skimpy shirt, which, true to its description, barely even covered her voluptuous chest, rose with each rise and fall of her diaphragm pulling in the substance of life.
Winking in her roguish demeanor, she sat down next to the man who so easily captured her fantasy, filling her head with childhood hopes of prince charming since she was first born. He had always shown her that special affection, like she was more than just a babysitting favor to him. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. She would have made him love her.
She tried to seduce him, unaware he was already trapped, entranced with her very essence.
Cupid's arrow had struck without the knowledge of its victims, each totally innocent in their feelings, each knowing the pure rapture of falling in love, finally finding the one you know will be there for you always, the one that makes your heart beat, your flesh tingle, the only one you'll ever want. They had each found it in the other.
But it was forbidden, a taboo in all its sinful glory. Yet, each secretly relished the idea, despite the obvious fact that it would never work. Too many things acted against it, opposed it with a terrible force, one that wasn't to be reckoned with. To fight it could mean any horrible nightmare that comes to mind: shame, disownment, or even, death.
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