roslykova, sid

[sid roslykova]

sid roslykova - seventeen - junior - male - heterosexual - steph - eastern - marcel castenmiller

01 september 2010

I've always been a good son, you know? I excelled in my academics, in any instrument set in front of me, in athletics, in honoring my country and loving my country for everything it is worth. If my father needed me to represent him in another country I would unhesitatingly do so; not a word of protest. He told me he was proud of me despite my few hiccups along the way. The main hiccup being Maryna. She is a complete psychopath but is my fiancee and I can not really do anything about it. At first I thought he was sending me away to such an overbearingly obnoxious country (America) as punishment for getting caught with her when we were younger. She was of Russian royalty, as I am, but she was only sixteen and I only fourteen. Apparently that is not the correct age to be having sex with someone, but well, we got caught up in the moment and I simply wanted to get it over with since she blatantly wanted to ride my damn cock since we were toddlers (sad but true). I thought it was punishment for that pregnancy scare we had,her parents almost breaking off the engagement that had been planned since my before her birth and my birth, for constantly running off with her on her crazy adventures around the world...But I eventually realized exactly why my father sent me away.

About eighty percent of the reason he sent me to America was because of Maryna. He knew she was my distraction. Simply looking at her, anyone would know she was a distraction. She had the perfectly full, long locks one could just pull on lusciously, the lips that were extremely and deliciously kissable, baby smooth skin so touchable, and eyes one could just lose oneself in for hours on end. She was the epitome of perfection and in many ways, I was a bit obsessed only because I never truly bothered with any other woman...I couldn't even if I wanted to. They were not royalty and she was the last royal female that was full Russian blood. So I was stuck. While she was off opening her legs to God and his disciples, I was stuck doing work, pretending everything she did would never bother me, that she meant absolutely nothing to me and that I could toss her out like the cigarette I am smoking while sending this to you.

But the other twenty percent of the reason why my father sent me here was what I had to truly take time to figure out. I knew his health was deteriorating and it was obvious that I couldn't do anything about it. He did not want the country to fall into anyone's hands but my own and he knew I was still not of age, still had much more to learn before taking over the thrown. America had literally been the only major world power I had never visited and then I had such poor social skills. If I was not giving a speech, with my own tightly knit circle of friends, or among those much older than I was, I could not even start a conversation without sounding very...traditional, very odd, very out of place. I had never gone to school, always getting tutored, and the friends I did have were all now in their twenties. I was the youngest, now at only seventeen while my fiancee now is nineteen and a senior (as Americans call it) in secondary school (highschool...again as Americans call it).

My father, always the inconvenient and intelligent man he was, wanted me to learn as quick as possible and the best way was to set me down in one of the world's worst educational systems with one of the world's most disturbing group of hormonally unbalanced teenagers; Americans. If they bothered to read world news magazines or newspapers instead of watching those reality shows that obviously teach one absolutely nothing other than how to be extremely stupid, they would know who I am. Most don't, which, in many ways, is a relief. I would much rather remain silent and incognito than to have everyone know who I am and make a big deal out of it. But I only have a limited of time before my father passes and then I must enter a marriage with a woman who can not even talk without having someone else's dick in that heavenly mouth of her's and run a large and beautifully cold country without resorting to a bottle of vodka like my father or overdosing on cocaine like my mother.

Expectations are all I have to fulfill. It is what I was born to do and no American boarding school will take that away from me.


- Sid.

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