The city is rotten, an overrun cesspool of corporate greed and human rights violations at the hands of those too rich and powerful to be stopped... but their corruption has spawn, the vile and throbbing embodied mass of karma, crawling voraciously like an abandoned freight train of "I don't know what." But really, it's a beautiful story about a desperate mother willing to do anything just to have a life with her son in a world that knows little of happy endings.
Some musings on choices that I may, or may not have to make. This was written mostly as an experiment for myself. I have a theory that if I put some of my more overwhelming fantasies to "paper" it has a tendency to return them to a more normal intensity rather than somewhat of an obsession. If anybody else enjoys reading it, or any of my other postings, so much the better.
When it comes to sex, Chad Corbett is Mr Control. He can get hard when he needs to and come only when he wants. He thinks that will give him the perfect advantage for a little erotic challenge... only it isn't the game he thought it would be...
Bonnie walked in on a dream and a nightmare, hard to tell, for lying nude on her dining table was her very sexy sixteen-year-old daughter - naked, wearing Sony Walkman head phones, grooving while Bonnie's brand new husband sat in a chair and ate a beaver.