She Is 7 - Cover

She Is 7

Copyright© 2026 by RogueTen

Introduction

Drama Sex Story: Introduction - A saintly yoga wife, her burned-out "nice guy" husband, and a creepy basement janitor slip into one messed-up loop of lust, guilt and voyeurism. This isn’t about cheating, it’s about something worse: when you suddenly realize it turns you on to see your perfect little world get dragged through the mud – and you don’t want it to stop.

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Coercion   Consensual   Drunk/Drugged   NonConsensual   Romantic   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Cheating   Cuckold   Sharing   Slut Wife   Wife Watching   Wimp Husband   RAAC   DomSub   Humiliation   Light Bond   Rough   Spanking   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Swinging   Interracial   Black Male   White Male   White Female   Oriental Male   White Couple   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   Facial   Fisting   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Spitting   Squirting   Voyeurism   Public Sex   Prostitution  

That’s it. The narrator is finished. At last, I’ll pull You out of the web of his lies. Let him stay alone with his chapters.

You ask where this narrator is? Oh, I don’t know. But I will find out -- I will, without fail. Even after death I’ll hunt him down in hell and I won’t let him finish a single one of his lying stories. By the way, I think the narrator warned You I might take his story away? Well then. What a man fears most is what comes for him...

I will show You the truth, Reader. I will show You Ann as she really is -- not the way that liar, in love with her, saw her. What did the narrator tell You? That she’s “exalted,” “cosmic”? “Just a little spoiled,” right? Mm-hm.

Her exaltation, all the same, didn’t stop her from finding herself a husband -- a bank executive -- who would keep her in comfort. Of course, she always said money didn’t matter to her (just like a man’s size, ha-ha). But it’s always the girls who say they don’t need your money who leave you with empty pockets in the end, isn’t it?

Or this: how could the narrator claim Annette doesn’t understand Omar’s game? That she can’t guess his “pain” is invented and he simply wants to fuck her? The narrator is a lovesick fool ... well. Love is blind.

 
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