size mirror and grinned as I opened the towel up and stared at my breasts, then my pussy and knew that all the pills had paid off, not to mention the privilege. You see I am royalty. I know it sounds fucked up with my language and want to be fucked, but I am, what kind you ask? Well, it’s a long story, or rather a long history…so let me just take you back to when it all started for me and then you may understand why and who I am…
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“Vanessa, it is not proper for you to take such large bites of your food my dear.”
I looked up at my long time nanny and raised an eyebrow. I hate her most days. In fact I hate her 7 days out of the week, but maybe not Monday nights. Monday night is when Nanny Rachel leaves and sneaks out to the barn to visit Mr. Takes Care of the Garden and Whatnots. I have no idea what she does out there but I would guess it is not reading or playing a game. I have every intention to follow her sometime and check it out but most of the time I forget, I forget a lot of things… more than I should and even though I am of privilege in nature, being a Baron’s daughter, the many doctors who have visited me have not been able to figure out what is wrong with my memory or the fact that I sometimes sleep for days, but am found walking the grounds as if I am awake. I guess I should care but for some reason I do not. I only care about one thing… a boy. One who makes my heart race and my blood boil and for things to happen down below that confuse me. But regardless, his name is Hunter and he is beautiful from his head to his feet. He has jet-black hair, pale skin, slightly pinkish lips, round and inviting. His jaw is smooth, almost feminine but he maintains his masculinity somehow with his facial features and large eyes. His eyes, oh my. His eyes are green, deep but speckled with lighter flakes of amber. I love them and perhaps him too, I am not certain, but I do know that he makes me feel unlike any other and for that I long to see him as often as possible. I lowered my spoon and grinned, allowing Nanny Rachel to have her way as always.
“I am sorry,” I said and she stood up and picked up my bowl even though I was not done yet. I looked up at her and she shook her head at me.
“You should probably stop eating so much too, if you ever think Hunter will bed you.”
I blushed and looked down at my hands, feeling as if she had trumped me. I am familiar with what I think “bedding” is, I am 20, soon to be 21, but I have never had a boy touch me other than a hand holding that made me all sweaty with Hunter in the back garden. Nanny Rachel handed the bowl to our maid as she entered the room and then she reached out and touched my chin, turning my face up towards hers. She smiled as she studied my face.
“You are lovely,” she said and this was how it was with her. She would make me uncomfortable and then follow it up with a compliment. Confusing and frustrating and I could only guess she was not loved very well as a child with her mean nature.
“Vanessa,” she whispered and I looked at her and then noticed my Father enter the room. I stood up quickly and he nodded to me as he reached the end of the table and sat down staring at his plate for a moment and then he glanced at Rachel who grinned at him and looked back at me and raised her eyebrows. I opened my mouth, finding the right words.
“Hello Father,” I said and he barely looked at me, quickly stabbing his fork into the meat on his plate and taking a manly bite, chewing with his mouth closed as always. “I wanted to ask if I could perhaps visit with Hunter this afternoon?” I asked him and he stopped chewing and twirled his fork into the air.
“I would think that Hunter is soon to be asking for your hand,” he said and again I blushed as the thought of that overwhelmed me.
“This he has not spoken of,” I said and Father placed his fork down on the table, the blood from his half cooked meat dripping slightly down his chin. He
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“Vanessa, it is not proper for you to take such large bites of your food my dear.”
I looked up at my long time nanny and raised an eyebrow. I hate her most days. In fact I hate her 7 days out of the week, but maybe not Monday nights. Monday night is when Nanny Rachel leaves and sneaks out to the barn to visit Mr. Takes Care of the Garden and Whatnots. I have no idea what she does out there but I would guess it is not reading or playing a game. I have every intention to follow her sometime and check it out but most of the time I forget, I forget a lot of things… more than I should and even though I am of privilege in nature, being a Baron’s daughter, the many doctors who have visited me have not been able to figure out what is wrong with my memory or the fact that I sometimes sleep for days, but am found walking the grounds as if I am awake. I guess I should care but for some reason I do not. I only care about one thing… a boy. One who makes my heart race and my blood boil and for things to happen down below that confuse me. But regardless, his name is Hunter and he is beautiful from his head to his feet. He has jet-black hair, pale skin, slightly pinkish lips, round and inviting. His jaw is smooth, almost feminine but he maintains his masculinity somehow with his facial features and large eyes. His eyes, oh my. His eyes are green, deep but speckled with lighter flakes of amber. I love them and perhaps him too, I am not certain, but I do know that he makes me feel unlike any other and for that I long to see him as often as possible. I lowered my spoon and grinned, allowing Nanny Rachel to have her way as always.
“I am sorry,” I said and she stood up and picked up my bowl even though I was not done yet. I looked up at her and she shook her head at me.
“You should probably stop eating so much too, if you ever think Hunter will bed you.”
I blushed and looked down at my hands, feeling as if she had trumped me. I am familiar with what I think “bedding” is, I am 20, soon to be 21, but I have never had a boy touch me other than a hand holding that made me all sweaty with Hunter in the back garden. Nanny Rachel handed the bowl to our maid as she entered the room and then she reached out and touched my chin, turning my face up towards hers. She smiled as she studied my face.
“You are lovely,” she said and this was how it was with her. She would make me uncomfortable and then follow it up with a compliment. Confusing and frustrating and I could only guess she was not loved very well as a child with her mean nature.
“Vanessa,” she whispered and I looked at her and then noticed my Father enter the room. I stood up quickly and he nodded to me as he reached the end of the table and sat down staring at his plate for a moment and then he glanced at Rachel who grinned at him and looked back at me and raised her eyebrows. I opened my mouth, finding the right words.
“Hello Father,” I said and he barely looked at me, quickly stabbing his fork into the meat on his plate and taking a manly bite, chewing with his mouth closed as always. “I wanted to ask if I could perhaps visit with Hunter this afternoon?” I asked him and he stopped chewing and twirled his fork into the air.
“I would think that Hunter is soon to be asking for your hand,” he said and again I blushed as the thought of that overwhelmed me.
“This he has not spoken of,” I said and Father placed his fork down on the table, the blood from his half cooked meat dripping slightly down his chin. He
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