This submission would be my first debut at Literotica. I hope you like it.
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So I walked into a ridiculously bright and snobbishly-designed Rococo style room, full of bastards and balls suckers in suit enjoying their glasses of wine; looking as if they owned the world, staring lustfully at the bitches who looked like nothing but a bunch of royal cunt wannabes.
So I walked across them like a knight wearing heavy armors who had just came back from a war which lasted for more than two decades, holding the head of the King of our enemy on my left hand, and a sword covered with blood on the other... and presented the victory to my King (it's actually just my Gucci handbag).
So I spotted my (supposedly) King right away, waving at me gently with that annoyingly gorgeous face of his. I walked towards him, flashing him my fake one million dollar smile.
I sat down right across him, with a small rounded table between us covered in white cloth. On top of it was a bottle of I-don't-care-what-brand-or-how-old-it-is red wine. He poured the wine into my glass... we toasted... I took a sip of it in the most disgustingly graceful manner.
So I could not stop looking at his face, paying attention to every detail of his movements, listening to his beautiful voice; he was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen... The only thing in this world I can't live without as well as the only thing I can't stand the most.
What? What is he talking about? He started it again... the conversation which I hated the most, over and over again almost every time we met... the same questions, the same answers, the same outcomes... every single time...
When he wasn't talking as much as today, he would be chillingly silent... all cold and piercingly unloving...
So I was showered by his earthly words which used to be heavenly... when his large warm hands, which used to caress me gently, turned cold... and those arms which used to be my safest place, turned into the most dangerous thing I could've fallen into.