Food for Thought

I can't believe I just did that, I actually invited someone to have dinner with us who is a) not in my inner circle and b) is a boy. T hat sounds a bit weird I suppose but whilst Max is a friend, I guess, you don't normally invite random individuals to lunch , at least not in my book.

I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms

I honestly did not know. I thought I was just an ordinary boy, but in a few short days I became infatuated with two beautiful women and very quickly became infatuated with their clothes.

This totally fictitious fantasy contains scenes of consenting sex and with each chapter the scenes get progressively more depraved, but everyone seems to enjoy themselves.

So here we are again; this is the fun part. A little short, but it is what it is.
Standard disclaimer rules apply, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, etc, etc.

Fight like a girl

“Hey, fag, I’m gonna beat the snot out of you after school.”

“Fine, but I should warn you, I fight like a girl.”

After the fight .....

(Groans) “Uhhh...+

“I did warn you, I fight like a girl. Specifically, I fight like my sister, who does MMA.”

(more groans) “uhhh...”

Now, next week I expect you to return all the money you’ve bullied from kids, and stop bullying. Get me?”

“Give .... back ... money?”

Sweet Dreams-50…Tears Of My Childhood

Chapter 50

*Before…

Again…it’s awhile but that doesn’t matter, I lean my head against his where it’s on my shoulder and just whisper to him.

“Keep you eyes closed and just breathe okay hon…….just feel us…me holding you and you holding me and the smell of the trees, the lawns…feel the sunshine?”

He nods into my shoulder.

“Good…now just sort of picture all of that and she’s in there too…right there Alex…right there in the sunshine only she’s really smiling at you…like she used to and not because she’s bombed or high but she’s just good…she’s watching you and seeing the great guy she’s got and she’s just smiling hon…she’s just good…cause you’re good…it’s all she needs babe…it’s all she needs.”

He’s sobbing again into my shoulder but in there…muffled in there I can hear this faint little.

“I…I can see her.”

*Now…

When I was 12... No! Maybe it was eleven?

Tough to remember since I have tried to keep that unfortunate incident of my past buried. Under concrete and steel buried.

Steve is a precocious ten-year-old, usually given to doing just what Steve wants to. He lives with his mother and 12 year old sister, Martha. Martha is quite opinionated. She has stated flat out, on more than one occasion, that she would rather have a sister than a brother.

We live in a world where emotions can lift people from their sorrows as easily as drown them within. They cause you to strive for something better or hold you back, wielding control both unmeasurable and unmistakable. But what if, for some, emotions held a tangible power, if they could use the emotions of the world for their own benefit? What is the chance that someone would abuse that gift?