Freak
Loser
Weirdo
Mutant
Reject

That’s all I ever heard growing up when I found out that I had gifts as my grandmother liked to call them. I hated them, my ability’s or whatever the crap they were. They were a curse; a punishment for something that I did wrong and had no knowledge of ( Read more... )

[From hereI looked at the paper she handed me. She wants me to go look up files on some damn psycho? Slayer? What the fuck is a slayer? Weird if you ask me, this entire place is. It gives me the wiggie vibes ( Read more... )

( Naughty Dreams…[NC-17] )

[Continued from *here*I met Graham the night before at a club, there was an instant attraction. He called me the next day and invited me out to dinner. We had a wonderful time. Even came back here and before we knew it we were naked. Sweaty and happily naked ( Read more... )

After Graham had left his phone number he kissed me and left. I certainly hoped that I’d hear from that boy soon. He seemed like a damn fine good time if you ask me ( Read more... )

I park my car in the new employee section of the parking lot. I step out and adjust my leather boots, then the skirt to my dress when I stand. I know I look damn good. I adjust the rubber braceletes that go up one arm, a spiked one and ones that looked like handcuffs on the other ( Read more... )