webnovel

St. Monica's School For Girls

************ Disclaimer!!! Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy content that know no sexual bounds, sex between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, some might find it offensive even. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviours, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from the author's imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Golden_Essence · LGBT+
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
117 Chs

I Own You Bitch!

Jenna woke from a deep sleep, still sore, tired and drained. Her first day of school had been worse than any nightmare she could have imagined. She was determined not to have a repeat of yesterday's events, especially last night's. She still questioned how she could have let all those terrible things happen to her.

As she shook the cobwebs from her confused mind, she felt an increasing resolve to have a better day today. She reminded herself of her position within the school, a teacher, and that she was the one who was in charge of her classes, not the children. She was the one who had control, not the children. She felt herself becoming more erect as her confidence built. She was the proud woman who had graduated from college with honors and who had landed her first teaching job at a well-respected Catholic girl's school in her neighborhood. She was the one who was hired because of her skills and potential, and she would be damned if anyone was going to take that away.