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EROTIC FICTION, DARK EROTICA
Making Lolita My Star
After watching her from afar, she walked into my arms. One time.
I enjoy watching crime shows. It’s fun to see how much they get wrong.
Take me, for example. I come from a happy background. My mother is the most loving person you could imagine. My father was strict, but never unjust. Would you say I was spoiled? Yeah, maybe.
But, being doted on is never one of the traits that deem indicative of being a sociopath. I don’t identify as being either a sociopath or a psychopath. I only happened to find out what brings me the most pleasure in life. That’s a feat most people don’t reach. And I’ve decided to embrace it.
The crime experts may have one thing right: I’m always looking to reconstruct the first-time rush. But unlike what they say, I’m able to get it back every time. Every time is different, every girl’s energy is different, and so is their end. Sometimes I even surpass it. Like with Lolita.
No, that wasn’t her real name. Her name was something dull, like Paula or Sandra. I don’t even remember it. But everything about her screamed Lolita. Her sweet voice, with the most adorable giggle. Her pouty lips. Her eyes. Oh, so submissive and yet, so coy.
