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He was simply known as King. It was his last name, but I'd never known him by any other. King interested me in the same way that a caged lion interests a child; power and beauty collided within him to make something seemingly otherworldly

Besides the homes with the neglectful foster parents that exist there is an even worse alternative, at least in my eyes, that thank God I only had to experience it once. That home is called a group home

First, a bit of background; I was married later in life (55) to the Grandmother of the subject of this story, Rhianna. I had known her about the same time as her grandmother.

whore Fiona was headhunted by department at the local council buildings in town, it would mean a whacking great pay rise but a lot of hard work meeting owners of companies and other senior figures in the area, she was going to be setting up a whole manner of important projects for the midlands area

LUCIFER “Today, Rachel, we begin the second test.” I said to the mortal, “I just need you to lie on your back and relax.” We were in a therapist’s office, with cream colored walls, brown carpeting and windows that looked out onto a hellish cityscape below us

Copyright, 2012 Castlequeen My god, what a miserable experience. Senior Prom

Without warning, my brother called me telling me that they're on the way to my house asking if they could stay temporarily because he's having eye surgery that will render him blind for months due to the healing process. He asked me to look out and take care of his wife and daughter

y's first time Hi, are you Amy?" I asked as I saw her standing looking a little lost under the clock in Woodhouse centre all blonde hair and blue eyes with too much mascara in her black miniskirt and silver jacket looking, the perfect little Lolita, just more grown up than she looked on Face-book

Mahendranath, age 52, clad in white Panjabee suit, sat on the king-size bed supporting his back completely on the pile of soft pillows at the headrest of the bed. He was absently flicking his overgrown, full set of mustache that almost hung on either side of his lips

Disclaimer: This story contains exceptionally graphic gore content and cannibalism as well as misogyny and violence against women. If you're not into that, don't read or rate. It's been four months now since the Coronavirus lockdown came into effect and I have to say

"I'm so sick of smoking out of cans, Maria." "It's not that bad Here, you go first." "I know but it's just that I feel like I get so much higher when we smoke out of Jeff's bongs," Christine sighed. "You want to go to Jeff's house? I thought you hated him

Fbailey story number 421 The All Seeing Eye One Friday evening I was searching and searching the Internet when all of a sudden my computer went berserk. I had so many pop-up boxes opening up that I got scared. I started closing them just as fast as I could

Fbailey story number 300 Karen’s Mother My daughter Lori only gets to visit me on weekends since the divorce. I rent half a house from a divorced woman with a daughter named Karen that is my daughter’s age

Chapter 6 Monday came, and with it the terror of my next session. The appointment was at 3 pm and I didn’t know what to do. All night I twisted and turned in bed thinking about what will happen

The next morning I woke up from what seemed like the deepest and most restful sleep I've ever had. It finally happened. After so long I finally lost my virginity and my sister was the one to help make it happen

*Play with fire, you'll get burned.* I was paged over the intercom to go meet Craig, my handler outside The Boss's office, Lawrence is the director and boss of the The Agency he gives everyone there orders and missions

Fbailey story number 676 Nice Cleavage I was at a local Festival and as usual there was a queen of the festival. She was wearing a very nice gold gown. It was strapless and she was showing off lots of cleavage. The dress itself was very nice and fancy and went to her ankles

My apologies for mis-posting the first Chapter 3. I'm gonna have to quit doing that in the wee hours of the morning. To make up for that fuck-up, I'm working on a fourth chapter, which I'll post as soon as I can

I watched out the window of the plane as it descended through the clouds and the city of Bucharest came into view. This was my first trip to Romania and the hope of a successful business trip meant that it may be the first of many