Thread: Dark Fantasies (Wolfyyy and Juicy)

Name Jennifer, Jenny, Jinny, Jen Age just turned 17 It had been five years... Five long, painful, and depressing years since I last saw my father in person. It all fell apart when my mother filed for a divorce. The divorce was messy. There were six lawyers involved and at least a hundred grand out the window just on their fees. What made the divorce so big and disastrous was the money involved. My mother was a biological scientist with a solid PhD and a reputable name. She made money from just sitting in a laboratory. And my father, he was rich too. Definitely more well-off than my mother, simply because he was a successful business man and also a politician. To say the least, I was a spoiled child when I was young. We lived in a huge house with beautiful belongings. It was like living in royalty, almost. But that all came to an end with the divorce. After they split, my father moved out of country for business, and later, my mother fell deeply sick with cancer. It was all a down-hill battle from there. I stopped seeing myself, something I can't only blame him for happening. He never called, but I never answered his emails. In the end, we stopped seeing each other because I had no time to visit with all the therapy and treatment my mom was receiving. Plus, deep down inside, I didn't want to see him. I was angry, since he wasn't there to comfort my mother. The whole divorce was hard on me but it was something I should have predicted. The marriage was over far before the divorce. The marriage was over when I was born. Now my mother is dead. And I have no where to go no family. My mother had no siblings, and her parents had died years ago. I had no siblings either, I was an only child. I was staying with some close friends of the family, but with child services up my ass and lawyers dealing with my mother's will and belongings, it was determined that she wanted me to go stay with my father who in the end, had legal guardianship. I was surprised she would ask for me to stay with him. It made me hate him less, because it reminded me how much I loved him and missed him. But I was moving away from all of my friends. In a way, I was happy to move from them. I had too many issues, many dealt with them. I got into a lot of trouble at my private school. My friends had slipped into the drug trap, and were always having sex and partying. It wasn't my taste. Especially since I had broken up with my boyfriend of 2 years. He was older in his 20s when I met him. I was 14 when it started. A stupid idea to have gotten involved with him. I should have known a college boy would only hurt me. Except this time, he hurt me a lot worse than just heartbreak. Having controlled me and hit me a couple of times, he was an alcoholic and only got abusive when drunk. It was hard to let go, even if he did smack me I was in love with him so I thought. After coming out of rehab, which he did to keep me in his life, it was over. Not because of him, but because of problems of my own. I guess I have a thing for older guys. It was early morning, and the limo had just dropped me off at a private airport where I would be picked up by a private jet to take me to my father's new kingdom. Somewhere in me, I was excited to start a new life and be in a new foreign country. But I was also very scared. I boarded the jet, where I was greeted like I was royalty. All of my stuff was loaded into the jet's compartments. I wasn't taking much furniture, as I was told I could buy new stuff when I arrived. But even with that, I had a ton of belongings. Dozens of boxes and luggages were boarded on the plain. It was like a flight of people were boarding, but no, it was just pretty little ol' me. While on the plane, old thoughts haunted me in my dreams. I dreamnt of my father, in a way no one should dream or think about their father. I thought I had just gotten over than problem. I suppressed any feelings of lust towards him. I just made myself believe that it was because he was gone that I thought the way I did. I shrugged it off. The plane landed hours later, and I was transported to my father's recent home. When the gates opened to the estate, my eyes were wide. He was even more rich than I last remembered. The house was practically a castle. I was impressed, very impressed. I was only 17, but a man with money is a turn-on for any person. To see how much power my dad possessed was incredibly eye-opening. The door to the limo was opened up for me and I stepped out. I had grown so much since the last time you had seen me. I grew a large bust and developed nice curves. I had thin voluptuous legs and long hair. I was wearing a tight black miniskirt with black high heels and a white blouse that hugged my chest and my waist. The blouse was slightly buttoned down to showcase my cleavage. I was a woman, now. Having been spoiled senselessly, I liked to dress up and everything was designer name. I looked around and was lead to the front entrance. I was moments away from seeing you once again. It was a new life, but little did I know with this new life, was coming a new change, and with that new change, arose dark fantasies.