Story of the last virgin maiden!
Looking out of the Las Vegas widow of my penthouse suite, I sighed a very heavy sigh. The outtake of breath blowing the sheets of paper I’d been sketching on, to the floor. I watched as couples going into the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel, laughed and giggled at one another as Elvis came out to greet them.
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“Why is it Matilda that I am the only virgin maiden left in the world?” I asked my maid.
“Why, it is not for me to say mistress.” Matilda replied but I could tell she was lying to me.
“Oh come on, you have been with this family for years. Why did my father lock me in here? All I remember is that the red rose in our old garden gave off a strange glow then I was banished here.
“You will know all in good time, Rapmistress. Now you are over tiring yourself, why not take a nap?”
I wondered over to my full-length mirror and looked hard at my reflection. I had a stack of magazines on my bed and I was easily in the top department for looks. I had long golden hair that fell around my body and covered me like a golden cloak. My breasts were pert and full. Down from my breasts my neat little waist led to the flair of my hips. Some may say it was an hourglass figure, supposedly the most sought after figure by men, so where were they?
My father had locked me in this very nice Penthouse suite when I was 15 years old, I am now 21 and although I long to get out of here I can’t until my price comes and falls madly in love with me. I joined a few Internet dating sites and uploaded my photograph but I have had no replies.
very good and interesting,Thanks for sharing 
Interesting story that I enjoyed reading.
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