I’d just arrived from South Africa and was attending middle school in an unfamiliar country. Anal sex A/N – It has been a long time folks, I’ve missed you all. I owe them a chance to say goodbye. The pleasure is so great that it feels as if my heart is going to rupture. The bodice has a sweetheart neckline, and is accented with silver filigree. Deciding not to dwell on it and instead look forward to an eternity at Asmodeus’ side, I glide into the bathroom. He looks past me, eager for a glimpse of his precious daughter and is shattered to realise that she isn’t hiding behind the vaguely familiar white girl. I close my eyes and focus everything I have, everything I am, into becoming a stranger again. His footsteps pound in my ears; they are deafening in the darkness. We’re in our old living room in South Africa, standing on a course grey carpet, suddenly enclosed by painted brick. “Scared of what?”
“That you weren’t c-coming home,” she sobs, needing another soothing hug. The rush of adrenaline I feel when my skin prickles with the change,
