My College Goddess: A Love Story of Servitude and Abasement

A deep romantic elegy of a love “without limits”—or a sordid tale of cuckolding, humiliation, and willing slavery in the name of love?

YOU BE THE JUDGE

"Alexandra was more than just a woman to me, she was my life, my love, my reason to exist. And I let her know it repeatedly, telling her I was nothing without her, she was my Goddess…."

*** WARNING: Contains sexually obsessive material not suitable for children ***


My College Goddess

Excerpt:

Copyright © 2016

Part 1


I met the Goddess of my dreams when I was in college.

Looking back on it now, it seemed like fate.

My nickname is B. And all my life I was considered unremarkable.

Expendable.

The type of person who would pass through this world without leaving a trace.

My early life was steeped in darkness—an unending gloom, like a prison—from which I never thought I would escape.

I was overly sensitive. Crippled by social anxiety. Easily broken. This and the fact that I was not aggressive—a wimp, to put it plain—seemed to affect my sociability and happiness early on.

I was morbidly shy throughout my school years, and in high school, tended to be a loner. The shadow without a name. The same applied to college—until my last semester.

Until I met her.

Alexandra.

Light of my life.

Girl of my dreams.

My complete opposite.

Yet my perfect match.

Alexandra was cheerful and outgoing. Poised and resilient.

She was blessed with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile and, beyond that, always exuded coolness.

Some people possess no self-loathing.

That was Alexandra.

That was my Goddess.

She knew she was God’s gift to the world.

Someone meant to be cherished.

Adored.

Worshipped.

That became my honor.


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