Barry B Benson Looking Up Novels & Stories

His men were frozen, unsure what to do. I looked from Kemi to Jonathan. Then down at the cargo doors of the whaling station. They were beginning to open revealing an orange light. A figure stood in the center of the laboratory surrounded by humming supercomputers. It was a man in a white lab coat holding a cup of tea in his hands. He looked up at us with a smile. It was our father, Lawrence Benson. He was not dead. He had never been dead.

Following his line of sight, my breath caught in my throat, and the world around me became hazy as the man turned around. “Bailee,” I said since she was the closest to the end of the row. “Can you please do me a favor and go get security?” “What’s going on?” She asked, sitting up straighter, and I nodded my head forward to the man staring at me with a smirk. Because only a few rows away at the bottom of the stands, with his back to the ice, stood none other than Rob Benson.

Hoping on my bed, I let myself sink in thought, traveling back to memory lane, to possible chances but they were none, if I didn’t notice this then what else am I not taking note of, no man just pops up professing love like that. Just thinking about it, benson comes to my mind, before all this happened, he called me requesting to see me tomorrow evening, why would he want to see me?, is is about the championship game or yet another sad tale about how much he wanted to make playing in that game, there were chances of open possibility. Letting my foggy mind wonder till I get an aching head, I walk to the bathroom, turning he shower on letting it deluded me in its glory, maybe just maybe I woul

I couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?, Benson?"

I muttered, trying to piece two and two together, and getting nothing. "You need to see it." Benson told me. "You need to see the video, so you can understand what I'm talking about." "Well, then show me," I snapped, sick of the suspense. "Show me the goddamn video already." Hesitantly, he sighed and reached into his pocket. "I saved it," he said. "Just in case you haven't seen it." Unlocking his phone, he tapped the video icon and the last video he watched popped up immediately, starting from the middle.

"Ooh!!" Mrs Benson hit her head on the car wheel because she did not concentrate on driving and it seems she hit someone, she parked the car turn on the front light, Mrs Benson was scared to get down from the car so she peeps to see maybe she can see what she hit but she couldn't and Mrs Benson turn off the lights, whine up the glasses and sleep off. The sun rises in the morning Mrs Benson woke up and when she look back it was a big surprise that the baby is already awake playing she did not cry. Immediately the baby sees that Mrs Benson is awake she started smiling and raising her leg.

I did feel horrible for him and how his life had turned out, but I couldn't excuse him for his cannibalism desires. I had finally finished my chores close to dinner time. I was heading upstairs to try and freshen up before dinner when I saw Brian standing at my door. "Millie there you are my dear. Were are you going?" He asked smiling at me with that same charming smile that I didn't really tug at my heart at all.

Benson's commanding presence and a sleek glass dildo set the stage for an intense exploration of pleasure. As he watches, his partner's desire builds, leading to a powerful release that leaves them both wanting more. An unexpected twist reveals a strap-on, taking their journey to new heights. Benson stands before me, his tall frame casting a shadow over the dimly lit room. *************************** ~JESSICA POV~ Benson stands before me, his tall frame casting a shadow over the dimly lit room. His eyes, a piercing blue, hold a mixture of dominance and desire as he reaches into the bag he's been carrying.