So I said yes.As the marriage approached, I still wasn't sure. So I used the lovepotion... on myself. And that swept away any doubts I had about him.E...ery time I saw him my heart would skip a little, and I would evensometimes feel a little wet in my vagina just thinking about him.And so the day came: we got married. I can't have imagined it a decadeearlier, but there I was: a beaming bride in a white wedding dress, apicture of femininity. No one but me, my mother and my grandmother wouldhave. That fact brought the Burtons and us together at many of the same parties and fund raisers. That allowed Tom Burton the opportunity to chat up Becky on a fairly regular basis.I didn't distrust Becky. I simply knew that ignoring Tom's agenda would be a very foolish mistake on my part. I would thwart him, at the very least. At worst, I'd kick his ass. I had no illusions about my ability to whip the bastard, but if he got too close to Becky and seriously threatened my marriage, it would be mine to. And yes, you will hate me for it, but that is a price Iam willing to pay." Throughout his self-deluded tirade, Darius, continuedto torment me with suffering I apparently wanted but was too afraid toadmit. Funny, I just thought I hated his living guts.I knew I had to do something. Darius was hard, but showing no hints of animpending orgasm. And as much as I hated him, I doubted I could withstandhis abuse as long as he could dish it out. I didn't think, if I did, Iprobably would have cowered from. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, I love computer animated movies. I especially like the innocence of the Barbie film series. Actually, that series served as my inspiration when picking my pen name. Back before I became a published.