1. Killing Beauty


    Date: 12/5/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 22.2, Source: sexstories.com

    had no alternative than to tolerate them—I slipped on a gray skirt suit and gray shoes and combed my hair straight and then tied it at the back of my head with a fastener. I looked…fine and superb. No qualms and misgivings about it. Shortly afterwards, while I was hopping down the stairs, Yolanda cropped up into the living room, carrying a plate of cup cakes with one hand. She gestured over to me and voiced out, “Come and have breakfast, will you?” “No, thank you.” I rushed past her off into the kitchen and she right away followed me. “You are going to have an interview on an empty stomach, Nevada, are you?” “I will eat later, mom.” I tossed open the door of our tall refrigerator and hastily began looking about inside with worried and anxious eyes. “I don’t want you collapsing and passing out while the interview is still running.” “I won’t pass out, mother.” “Your stomach will groan and creak. And that will be an embarrassment before the interviewer. Eat something please.” “Nope. I will give an apology if that happens. I have never heard of an interviewee who was kicked away from the interview for the sole reason that they were famished and had their stomach groaning and lamenting.” When I glanced at Jordyn, she scowled at me, rolling her eyes what’s more. “You are stubborn, you know that, do you?” She asked me. I grabbed out cheese and caned coke from the fridge and then heated scones from the oven, which I packed into a lunch box, before I responded back to her. “Sometimes ...
    to get your way in life, mother, you have to be this firm and persevering. That is how life largely works.” Yolanda dropped her mouth open. “Even if it will cost you your dear life and brilliant future itself, you just have to be willful and pig-headed, isn’t that what you are trying to say?” “One starved meal will not kill me, mother. A gone-wrong interview won’t ever destroy my entire future. Don’t you get it? It is that plain and simple, isn’t it?” “I have no extended arguments with you.” “Thank you very much. I will be taking my leave now. See you later!” “Bye, sweetie! What about my kiss?” “I will be late if I come back for it. Reserve it for next time.” It was showering and drizzling when I drove my way out of the below-ground garage, and on I proceeded my way, away from our newly-bought house, sighing and exhaling out in easement. I would be through with the interview. Yes, I would make it through without any much troubles and hindrances. If any would arise, I had to know how to tackle and grapple them. While my car sped on the not-so busy road, I played on some music—Stephanie O’Brien’s ‘Love is Waiting Around the Corner’ and Martin Drunkman’s ‘Watch Me As I Walk into Your Life.’ These were two slow romantic songs that I liked like nothing else. Every day I awakened from my sleep, I had to put them on to freshen and vitalize and enliven up my day. Is life ever possible without love? I don’t think so. Twenty minutes after, I eventually made it to Brock University. The ...
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