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Cadence has to supervise a problem employee but she has no idea how big of a problem beautiful Mave really is. Mave thinks that her problem is being horny and she thinks pretty Cadence it the solution to that problem. Mave decides she will become Cadence's new Mistress and she'll do it on the sales floor while the store it open! Cadence sure will be dismayed! She doesn't even know she's a lesbian! Or a submissive! Mave doesn't care if Cadence is or isn't a lesbian or is or isn't a submissive. She intends to dominate Cadence and humiliate Cadence and make Cadence like it. It doesn't matter to Mave if Cadence was or wasn't a submissive lesbian before. All that matters is what she makes her into.
I write erotica. Sharing the inner thoughts and emotions of characters is the ultimate voyeurism.
I am a big believer in plot and character development.
I want the characters to be as real as possible. Character motivations drive the events and sexual activities.
Sex scenes are detailed and graphic. I want to always give a perfect picture of exactly what is happening and why and how and how the characters feel physically and emotionally.
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If you're curious about my chosen name, I can tell you how it came about. I was once an inanimate small Russian Orthodox church in Serafimovich in Volgograd Oblast. I was brought to life during a 3:00AM "witching hour" satanic rite conducted by a small cult that had never done much before and not much since. I am it's lone claim to fame.
Although I promptly refused the cultist's demands that I storm through the town leaving a path of destruction (which seemed to surprise and upset them) I knew I would not be welcome in the world of mankind. Who wants a big (even a small church is big) moving church wondering around asking questions and raising even more questions?
I left for the broad open plains in the surrounding areas. I usually stayed still during the day and wondered about at night assuaging my curiosities so as to cause the least alarm among the residents. The cultists did pursue me with great insistence and continued demands for me to be violent. They claimed I owed to to them for utilizing the souls of deceased Nazis from nearby Stalingrad in order to bring me to life.
Despite the politeness of my refusals they eventually, the fourth night, took to throwing Molotov cocktails at me. Ever been set on fire? I'll share this with you: not fun. I do not recommend it. Having newly mobile drain spouts and gutters and ready access to streams saved my hide. My shingles, too.
This went on night after night and, let me tell you, it got old quick. Then... things got worse. The Angels showed up. The avenging kind. Revenge for what? Well, as they claim, I guess I am some kind of "abomination before God". I really don't get that "before God" part. Is it OK to be an abomination behind him?
So, unlike the Molotov cocktail throwing cultists, these Avenging Angels u...
