Title: Lolita
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. And Lolita belongs to Vladimir Nabokov
Her power caresses you the way a pedophile touches a fourteen year old girl. It leaves you aroused, confused and completely at her mercy. Nothing ever got you hard like this.
You're her Lolita. You're an undeserving virgin when it comes to her power, but still you pursue it uncontrollably. Foolish. Weak. Needy. You need a taste, a touch, need her to open up and show you something you know nothing about.
She's your wet dream. That pulsing web of power around her is your ultimate boyhood fantasy. The kind that makes you come in your pants in public places, and pray that nobody notices your condition, humiliated because you know that everybody does. Because you know that everybody thinks you're disgusting.
And they're right. You are disgusting. Disgusting to let her get you like this. To let her touch you in ways that make you feel helpless and dirty. Disgusting because you like it. But you're never going to make her stop because, unlike Lolita, you don't need to look at yourself in the mirror.
A/N: Pedophilia is bad. Reviewing is good.