My Innocent Addiction

Chapter One: Capturing An Angel

She was so flawless. So sweet, youthful, innocent. Watching her from afar for years, he knew he would do anything to own her. Some call it obsession; if he was ever obsessed with anything, he supposed it would be her. The only problem? She was just barely 13. He had yearned for her since they moved in across the street, when she was only 6. Her long, wispy platnum hair hung to her waist- never once had he seen it cut short- and her wide blue eyes were bright with naivety and tenderness. He loved her. But, he was 58 years old- a fat, balding, widowed man. The only thing he had going for him was money, but girls as young as her didn’t care about that. The girl lived with her father, a prominent lawyer, and her 19 year old sister. Her sister was gorgeous, too- a busty blonde with curls and green eyes. But he had always been infatuated by the younger sister, the one so fragile and tiny. He wanted to have her. It had been years, really, since he had forced himself on a woman. He loathed addiction,and had vowed to lim it himself. The last couple of years, it seemed as though he was saving himself for her. Sweet little Lily….

But he couldn’t wait any longer. No, the time had come. He had everything set up in his vacation home, miles and miles away. Toys and contraptions designed for sexual pleasure-namely, his. He knew she was too young to enjoy it, to feel the intensity he would feel, but he hoped, in time, Little Lily would come to love him, and need him as much as he already needed her.

Lily was walking home from the bus stop, dressed in her favorite blue plaid skirt and white top. Her school was strict- girls were to wear plaid skirts in the school colors of light blue or white, and the shirt was too match. Guys wore dress pants and white tops.