1. Killing Beauty


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

    drizzle was still present and ongoing. Shit! I had forgotten my umbrella back home and I wondered how I was going to make my way out in the rain. For that mistaking, I had to pay by getting drenched and wet. I surely had to. As I was about to park my car, I hit into this lusciously-colored but olden-looking red car that was about to proceed its way out of the parking lot. My bonnet smashed into its tail-lights, shattering and wrecking them and the bonnet itself splintering up to some degree; my heartbeat quickened up. How had such a thing come to happen? How? And what would I do now? What? *** Lightning Powers of Recall It was cloudy and dim and overcast outside. Poorly lit and pitch-black that each time I looked out the window of my bedroom, all I could note and sight outside was an enormous and by leaps and bounds hunks and bulks of lofty and giant trees. It was all I could perceive and nothing else really. All I could catch a glimpse of and flawlessly and perfectly lay and clap my eyes on. Yolanda sat by the flank and edge of my bed, her dusky brown hair far-reaching and spread out, her sparkly verdurous-like eyes glistening and scintillating at me in the luster and sheen yellowy gold light about us. She had a cloud-nine and yet scared and timorous feeling about her. It made me think and be curious on what all this could be all about. What in particular? Something bitchin’ awesome and pearler or what unerringly? “Mom,” I bade and summoned her, shuddering and quivering ...
    unevenly. She gawped and took a gander at me straight away. “Yes. Are you okay and actually fine, my dear?” “I am, mother. But there is something out of the ordinary and eccentric about you. Won’t you mind splitting to halves the particulars and fine points about it with me?” She twinkled and was all grin from ear to ear in no moment of time. She then pressed on, “It is nothing really, Corinne. I am just thinking back to that elderly and past-it day when I first fell in love with your father. The first time that we really met, that is. I cannot simply and with no trouble let slip from the memory something ruinous and inopportune like that, or can I?” “What is infelicitous and ill-fated about that, will you please acquaint me with it?” She smiled and beamed again, all pleased and ecstatic but terrified and shaken out of her courage and bravura at the same time. Could it be something that grave and critical? There was no way I could easily and with my eyes closed and shut discover that? What was it really with her? What precisely? “I chanced on your father in the course of a very frightful and appalling accident. And something spills the sly, shifty beans that the same will soon come about to you. I don’t know how bona fide and veracious that is. But if it is factual and accurate, then you will damned and have your death knell chimed and tolled the day something alike to this comes to see the light of day in your life.” I had never seen Yolanda so merry and apprehensive at the same ...
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