Erosire

If you have the power to travel anywhere in time, armed with your knowledge, what would you do? Could you prevent wars, natural disasters and the economic crisis? Do you really want to? Wouldn’t you prefer to play God instead? Afterall, only God should have the power to control time.

This is the story of my life. It is not for the faint of heart. I never wish for this power, yet I was granted it, nonetheless. I have watched the Great Pyramid being built, Rome being sacked, and unaccountable number of bloodsheds in the names of long forgotten Kings and Queens. Empire rises and falls, yet I remain. That is the single truth.

Even the Modern Era is but a tiny drop in the ocean of time. History is just an experience to me. New Hollywood, what is that? Is that more interesting than the Great Migration or The Exodus? I will tell you all about it, the countless lives I have lived.

As the Master of Time, time itself is my servant. It is loyal to a fault, preventing death from claiming me. In effect, it forces me to wander all of time and space, for all of eternity. I wonder when, if ever I will be free from this curse and this gift!

Disclaimer: Story contains graphical sex scene.

Tags: Time Travel, Ruthless Protagonist, Male Protagonist, Godly Power, Alternate History, Celebrities, Wars, Conquests, Kingdom Building.

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Master of Time

I wouldn't call Monica Lewinsky beautiful.

But it is hilarious to see the expression on everyone's face when they witness the former Whitehouse intern sucking off the 42nd President of the United States on the big screen.

On the said screen, Bill Clinton groans in delight as he blows his load right into her mouth with little if any restrain. She takes it in stride and swallows it all professionally.

Monica even licks her lips afterwards.

"That is quite a lot, Mr. President."

Monica compliments. She then proceeds to push the older man against the couch in order to straddle that dick of his. It is much to his approval if his smile is anything to go on.

And as she did so, his hands are all over her body, groping her chest and rear through the tight fabric.

Burning Judgement