Hi, My Name’s Amy
Millie Dynamite
Hi, My Name’s Amy
By Millie Dynamite
Description: From foes to lovers - how her torment turned into his temptation and desire Hi there! Get ready to dive into a raw and emotional story of bullying and unexpected connections in the story Hi, My Name’s Amy. Fourteen-year-old Amy has always taken pleasure in tormenting her classmate, Brian. She makes his life a living hell with countless insults, mean pranks, and physical brutality day after day. However, Brian develops strange feelings towards Amy and her constant abuse. And soon, he looks forward to her cruel treatment. As their twisted relationship evolves, Amy forces the boy to confront his deepest insecurities, emotions, and darkest desires he never knew he had. This coming-of-age tale explores the complexities of teenage emotions and unexpected paths leading to self-discovery. Some guys aren’t meant to be in charge, and some girls can’t be soft and girly.
Tags: bully girl dominated boy, submissive male sissy sex, female dominant, forced orgasm male virgin, dominatrix romance, reluctant degradation, humiliation young male, coming of age cunnilingus, erotic non-consent, masturbation pussy eating
Published: 2015-09-03
Size: ≈ 3,790 Words
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Hi, My Name’s Amy
Amy’s a bully, and Brian can’t stand her, or can he?
Millie Dynamite
© Copyright 2015/2023 by Millie 90 lbs of Dynamite
This is a work of fiction and not intended to promote a lifestyle. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental.
Hi, My Name’s Amy
You have entered Millie’s Vast Expanse, a wondrous empire of the twisted and bizarre. Where things can turn upside or sideways in a single beat of your heart. Can you feel that little tickle in your soul, that deep-seated fear of embracement? There she is, the little girl that makes your life a living hell. She walks up to you. Oh, God, no, she has a mischievous smile. There’s a sadistic twinkle in her eyes as she drags you, kicking and screaming, into Millie’s Vast Expanse, and it will be 8th and 9th grades all over again.
“You and I have unfinished business!” The Bride Kill Bill Part One
For Brian, because he asked for it!
She was tall for fourteen, with a toned and tanned body. Amy possessed an easy smile, quick wit, and explosive temper and was a terror to boys her age. When Brian arrived, the boys found relief as she focused all her anger on him.
The first day he was at school, Amy spotted him and knew he was the one.
“Hi, my name’s Amy,” she smiled at him, walking up, her hand extended.
“Brian,” he took her hand lightly and shook, letting go.
But the girl didn’t let loose of his hand. Instead, she clenched her fingers down, refusing to let his hand free of hers. Amy squeezed and squeezed. It was a fact she was taller than Brian, with more developed muscles. And especially for a girl, more aggressive and assertive.
Tighter, she pressed his fingers together, and her smile twisted into a smirk. She smiled her evil grin, clamping her hand tighter. Amy scrutinized Brian’s skinny body, pasty complexion, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Tighter, she pushed her fingers forcefully around his hand.
Brian’s bones rippled as she gripped his hand.
She loved hurting boys-it thrilled her that his pain was clear.
“Kind of a wimp, ain’t you, Brain,” she crushed tighter while his eyes glassed over as he fought the urge to cry.
“Amy,” the loud shout from the teacher. “Stop that.”
“Just shaking hands with my new pal, Brian.” Amy freed the fourteen-year-old boy’s hand and turned, standing beside him. She put her arm around him, clutching him, forcing him tight to her. Digging her fingers and thumb deep into the boy’s bicep.