#she didn’t WANT to come out because she lived in a conservative town and it was safer not to be

[spookebich]

The dumbest thing I can think of in all this “queer-baiting” campaign people are going on is the complete lack of awareness. Even if the person we’re discussing comes from an accepting background, I want you to think very hard about out actors. How many of them continue to recieve big roles after they’re out? How many of them are typecast or written off?

You’re not just forcing someone to come out against their will and fuck up that process. You’re forcing someone to potentially sacrifice their career.

#I’m thinking about this a lot rn #thinking about Lee Pace specifically who isn’t even very publicly out but also never wanted it to affect his career #thinking about Mackenzie Lee who wrote some books I like with a bi main character and was forced to come out on her book tour #because she was being vilified for writing an experience she didn’t have #she didn’t WANT to come out because she lived in a conservative town and it was safer not to be #and thinking of Kit Connor. #no one deserves this #no one should ever be forced to come out #no one owes you their identity #and fuck you so hard for forcing them to justify themselves

[aheathen-conceivably]

At first, Josephine had tried the best she knew how; but she swiftly realized that she knew nothing of this life. Zelda and Giorgio spent nearly every moment from sun-up to sun down tilling, planting and attempting to harness water. They had tried to explain the basics of their attempts, but any time she tried to help she could see that they spent more time guiding her than actually working, and the moment she got out of their way their work went noticeably faster.

Yet it wasn’t just farming. Everything about this life was more difficult than she could have imagined, beyond anything her mother and her life had ever prepared her for. Foodstuffs only came in the most basic ingredients, electricity was sparse when it worked at all, and they were in a constant struggle to conserve water and fend off drought.

She felt like everything she did was in someone’s way, or that it would need to be redone by someone else as soon as she finished; even worse, she often found that she had no idea where to begin, and she would have to ask Zelda and Giorgio for help, taking them away from their work as their words of guidance began to sound more and more belittling to her ears.

So she decided that she couldn’t stay on the farm any longer, pretending to be something that she wasn’t and muddying everyone else’s attempts to make their lives better. She had to do something to contribute, to make herself feel worthwhile and valuable again. 

As she put on her clothes from New Orleans and her mother’s jewelry she could feel herself coming alive again, settling into the trappings that made her feel like who she was, and who she wanted to be. She would find something, anything that would make her fit in in this foreign place.

But her attempts didn’t last long. She walked the streets to whispers, some of them about their own doomed situations, others about the well dressed stranger who had the gall to walk their town rouged and powdered. A city slicker, a foreigner, a threat in turbulent times.

I read about girls like that. In town from the route to peddle themselves and move on, can you believe it? It’s a shame, really, but I mean look at her, what else would you expect?

She would try to smile at them, to form some sort of social circle, some beneficial connections like those she had known in New Orleans, but then their sneers only intensified and made it clear that no amount of charm would make her welcome among them. 

Again and again, they turned down her friendliness, they whispered about her in front of her face. Only she wished that was all, she wished that it was only about her. It was nothing that she hadn’t heard before, nothing that hadn’t been whispered about her back in New Orleans. No, it was the whispers that had nothing to do with her that hurt the most.

I simply don’t know how we’re going to feed the children. Then with another one on the way. We’re doomed, truly. I don’t know what to do. 

My sister lost her farm, up in Oklahoma. Her husband said he was off to California for work but it’s been months. I told her he isn’t coming home but she’ll starve if he doesn’t.

You should have seen them, sick like it was tuberculosis, but no, it’s the dust. It will kill them, I’m sure of it, in their lungs that way. But it’s death there or death in California. What of it? What can we do?

Whispers. More whispers. The intel that she didn’t want, the information she had most feared. For years she had scoffed at Giorgio’s predictions. I’m telling you, Jo. My father’s even moving the business. It’s going to be ugly. We have to do something, anything. We need a plan. 

Nonsense. There was too much fun to be had, too much music and too much life. But now she didn’t even need to hear the whispers to know it had come true. The line of beggars and unemployed seemed endless, and as she walked by them she realized that she was but a few steps from where they were. Because the whispers were right, she was a fallen woman, one of many who now hovered around the shopfronts like ghosts. Women with no skills other than their smiles and their charms, women doomed to repeat their pasts as the world crumbled around them.

She knew that they were right, the whispers. She didn’t belong here, and she never would. But there was nowhere left to go.

#1930 #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #the darlingtons #1930s #josephine duplanchier #zelda darlington #giorgio mistretta

[blues824]

Please forgive me English not mother language

Dormitory leaders with F!s/o that comes from conservative? (Hope I am using that right) house hold! But what I mean is. F!S/o parents still lives in the times were women had no rights nor did they speak their mind or voiced out their opinions! So in that F!s/o was raised to cook, clean home, bear children and take care of her soon future husband and children. She is a bit of a dunce? You could say she was home schooled and did not learn about the outside world and of its changes over the years... yes she does were clothes that over her ankles!

I love whenever someone says English is not their first language but then they have the most comprehensible English to exist. 

Riddle Rosehearts

His mom used to be a stay-at-home mom, but she was a doctor prior to and preceding Riddle’s birth and raising. However, when you are struggling in class, he elects to help you, just to find out about your upbringing. It was no wonder that you were struggling; you weren’t taught to go to school past a certain grade level, and here you are being thrown into a really tough curriculum in a really tough college. 

Not only that, but he’s seen you with the Heartslabyul first years as well as Grim. They push you around (Deuce, less so, but he is enabling), to say the least. So, he steps in and interferes whenever he can, refusing them for you. You looked at him with shock as he told you that you needed to speak up and defend yourself, which led you to quietly explaining to him that women weren’t allowed to speak up back in your world and only really had the purpose of learning how to serve their future husbands.

The whole idea shocked him, since there was no level of inequality like this within Twisted Wonderland. After all, four of the Great Seven were women. Shouldn’t those men back in your world know how to take care of themselves on every front? Bro is just absolutely flabbergasted, as it was an unusual notion. However, he does agree with the whole modesty thing, as he prefers to remain modest as well. But, your modesty goes beyond his, as you cover your ankles and are shocked by how many people in the town below the mountain NRC is built on wear shorts to deal with the hot weather.

Leona Kingscholar

This was something to get used to, as back in his homeland the women were the strongest. The day you stepped on his tail was a strange day because he forgave you so easily (he’s scared of women, remember?), but you were trembling and almost in tears. Leona’s moral code would not let him rest until he consoled you, as much as it annoyed him. However, this isolated incident led to a rather strange relationship between the two of you.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, you were alright. You pretty much started acting like his wife, and he kind of evolved into the role of your husband. He was your protector, and you made really good food. This was the first time where you finally found comfort, some sort of normalcy, within Twisted Wonderland. However, Leona wanted you to know that he was serving you instead of it being the other way around. He didn’t want to seem like a lazy, deadbeat guy to you. For you, he actually put in effort.

His only goal was for you to find your own freedom, hobbies, etc., and he was not afraid to snap at your ‘friends’ for walking all over you. He’s also not afraid to spoil you, even though he acts like he doesn’t really care. He doesn’t eat anyone else’s food besides yours… not even Ruggie’s. He may not be able to help you with your schoolwork as he always skips classes, but he will make sure you get to each class safely, which gets him to attend his classes by extension.

Azul Ashengrotto

Your clothing is in history textbooks that he read to try and learn about human history, yet you are wearing it? He’s not judging tall, but it is rather unusual. But, you are rather unusual. You seem to be struggling in class, and when the professor assigned him to tutor you (free of charge), he learned about your unfair upbringing. You hadn’t gone to school past the 5th grade. You were very quiet, and when he asked why you weren’t able to, you stated that women were supposed to stay at home and learn to be wives and mothers. The notion was weird to Azul, as the people of the sea had no such system.

He decided that he would take over in teaching you so that you could succeed in NRC’s curriculum, as long as you worked in the Mostro Lounge. Not only would it grant you exposure to the modern world, but only bit by bit as you cook and serve the food and work alongside men as their equal. It was a lot of work, but you seemed to be up to the challenge because you were waiting for an opportunity like this, even back in your own world.

When you actually get romantically involved, he lets you know that you have his full support in anything you wanted to do. He still continued to tutor you, but you became a strong, independent woman. Not even Grim had control over you anymore, and you have even made a threat to Crowley, saying that if he didn’t improve your living conditions free of charge, you would run to the press with the pictures you have taken of Ramshackle and bring down the reputation of Night Raven College.

Kalim Al-Asim

His mom was a stay-at-home mother, but she had the choice to work because she was greatly educated. However, with the many children she had, she opted to raise them as she wanted to have a close relationship with all of her children. You are a different case. He once was paired up with you in a project for a shared class between you two, and you both were completely lost. However, you seemed more distressed about it and he got you to talk about your experience (or lack thereof) in education back in your world. He was shocked that women typically didn’t go past the 5th grade, and the traditions were definitely very strange.

Unfortunately, he is a bit of a dunce himself, so he can’t help you much. However, surely Jamil will help! You didn’t like the imbalance in favors, so you opted to help the Vice Housewarden in any way you could. For example, you would help him in the kitchen, as you were very skilled in the culinary arts due to your time spent in the kitchen. It was better that Jamil watched over you in the kitchen anyway, as he could make sure that Kalim’s meal wasn’t poisoned.

As you are growing into your own independent person, you have Kalim’s support every single step of the way, both financially and emotionally. He is the type of man you would read in romance novels back at home, where he genuinely loves you and wants to provide for you and spoil you. You are working hard and are dedicated to making something of yourself, and your boyfriend here sees that and admires you for it.

Vil Schoenheit

He has never seen anyone wear clothing like yours out of habit, mostly just when they film movies. So, he wants to make you clothes that are a bit more up-to-date. If you want to maintain the same level of modesty, he will respect that and keep it in mind while he’s sewing. If you want to experience and raise the hemline of your skirts or pants, he will gladly do so. Also, if you are struggling with Potionology, he will volunteer to help you. However, you feel bad that he’s doing all of these things for you, so you rise early every single morning just to bring him a healthy breakfast that went along with his current diet to make sure that he had energy for the day.

Because of your mutual agreement, he acts as a protector of sorts. Your first year friends won’t try and walk all over you because you have the Housewarden of Pomefiore backing you up. Grim, Ace, and Deuce were all idiots that would hinder your learning, and he’s actually not wrong. However, you didn’t appreciate how he spoke about your friends, so you told him. It felt liberating to finally speak to someone so openly about how you felt, after your entire life being spent learning to conceal your emotions, thoughts, and feelings.

Whatever you decide your goal to be, Vil will be there to support you. But, he’s the type to not let you quit when things get hard. He knows that you can do it; he knows your capacity. Also, he’s not above threatening Crowley if he decides he wants to push any of his responsibilities on you, as he should be acting like the Headmage rather than a corrupt business CEO that pushes everything on his employees. You were a student, not an employee, and you deserved to be treated the same as your peers.

Idia Shroud

He thought your clothes only currently existed in anime that portrayed the ‘olden days’ and in museums, but from what he could see in his iPad camera in class, you wore it liberally. However, what really got his attention was when you had started treating Ortho like your own child. You were very gentle and motherly towards his younger brother, and it made Idia so flustered because you were very pretty and you come close to his room every single time you walk Ortho back to Ignihyde.

Your relationship started with him teaching you how to use various machines and technology, and you were very embarrassed at your lack of knowledge about these types of things. In turn, you once went over and knocked on his door, carrying various different sweets that you made. Idia was on the brink of fainting when he opened the door to see you… his crush… extending a tray of homemade candies towards him and thanking him for everything he has done for you thus far. With shaking hands, he took the trey from you, just for you to lean forward and place a simple peck on his cheek before leaving. Ortho rushed to catch the tray as it flew in the air while Idia fell to the floor unconscious.

As much as he wishes he could support you in-person, he rarely goes outside due to his family’s curse. However, you didn’t mind sticking by him as it gave you an excuse to be away from Ace, Deuce, and Grim. That’s not to say that you are not growing into your own person and your own hobbies, but in your spare time you retreat to your lover’s room. There, you would do homework and prepare dinner for the two of you. Old habits die hard, I guess.

Malleus Draconia

In case you didn’t know, his grandmother is running the entire land of Briar Valley. His grandmother is a woman, so he never really viewed any gender as ‘superior’. However, when you both met each other, he learned about the patriarchal system back in your homeland (it’s giving Ken). That night was short, but it felt long for both of you as you both talked and learned about each other. That conversation was ingrained into your minds, and you both fell in love at first conversation.

He will gladly assist you whenever you need help with any of the course work. You explained, very embarrassed, that you never went to school past Grade 5. Malleus was very patient, and he explained everything in a polite tone. His retainers were also in the library, covering their faces with books as they spied on the Crowned Prince. Eventually, once you got your work done, you found a book on one of the shelves that outlined the time that you lived in. It was surprising, as there was no such system of oppression like the one in your world, but rather the style of clothing and the beliefs were similar. Malleus read the book from front to back, and by the time he returned the book, he got more insight into your life.

The dragon prince is not afraid to spend money on you so that you can grow independently and dive into your own interests. He holds a lot of monetary influence at NRC, so when Crowley is feeling lazy and wants to put all of his responsibilities on your shoulders, he will threaten to defund the college. Eventually, you start to make promises of your own (because they’re not threats if you use the word 'promise'), and Malleus could not be more proud of you.

#twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #riddle #twst riddle rosehearts x reader #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle x reader #leona #twst leona x reader #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona kingscholar x reader #twst leona kingscholar #twst azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul #twst azul #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst azul ashengrotto x reader

[foreverrandomwritings]

Being in a relationship with Robin and being best friends with Eddie-Headcanon

Summary:This is just a quick little thing about being in a relationship with Robin Buckley and also being best friends with Eddie Munson and how that kinda goes. I don’t really know where this started or how it ended. I started typing and just kept typing. 

Pairing: Romantic! Robin Buckley x afab!Reader  Platonic!Eddie Munson x afab!Reader

Warnings:Angst, upside down, uhm fluff, homophobes, underage drinking, neglect and probably more but I’m terrible at these. 

Word count:854

Masterlist    M’s PMC Masterlist

~You had grown up being best friends with Eddie. You lived in Wayne’s trailer park and every time Eddie was over you were combined at the hip. 

~Even though he was older he never fussed about you wanting to tag along with him. 

~Wayne had practically raised you as well since your parents were always on benders and didn’t take care of you much, leaving you to fend for yourself more often than not. 

~You dealt alongside Eddie and would split the profits so Eddie would have some extra cash and you could feed yourself.

~You tagged along to all the Corroded Coffin music sessions.

~Also played dnd with Eddie, the guys and the kids.

~Eddie had opened up to you many years ago that he was gay and you were unwaveringly supportive of him. 

~You were even supportive of him telling you about his crush on Steve Harrington. Even if the guys had been a complete douchebag most of his life. 

~You had opened up to him about your attraction to both guys and girls. 

~He was supportive as always. Especially when you told him you had a crush on Robin Buckley.

~The boy was doing everything in his power to set you guys up. 

~When all the stuff happened with the upside down you were along for the ride.

~You had been in the trailer with Eddie and Chrissy that night and a neighbor had seen that and told the police so you were also on the run. 

~As soon as the gang had found you Eddie and you were both hellbent on setting each other up.

~You were dropping hints to Steve and Eddie was not so subtly dropping hints to Robin. 

~You had dragged Eddie away from the demobats right before they could kill him. 

~The months following the earth shattering experience had consisted of the whole gang spending tons of time together. 

~Eventually Eddie and Steve got together after they both got drunk and confessed their feelings for one another. 

~You and Robin had gotten together after Nancy made it blatantly obvious that you both had feelings for each other. 

~The days that you would all hang out were absolutely hilarious. 

~You and Steve would be on the side in casual conversation while Eddie and Robin were going on a tangent about something random. They would occasionally ask you both questions and you would mumble a response or just nod in understanding. 

~But time spent with just Robin was amazing. 

~She was very space minded and constantly forgot dates so you would write notes and stick them on everything. Steve does the same for Eddie so you have to color code them. 

~She would talk your ear off about work or about something Steve said and you would listen to her intently. 

~You would have to remind her to eat and drink water, so you always carried snacks around which wasn’t out of the norm because you did the same with Eddie. 

~Being with Robin was a lot like being friends with Eddie. The both of them were so similar sometimes it was eerie. But they said the same about you and Steve. 

~That's why you think you all got on so well. You were basically dating the opposite sex of your best friend. 

~You all spend a lot of time at Steve’s house until you find one to rent together. 

~Wayne becomes a parent to Steve and Robin, Steves being absent and Robins not paying attention to her.

~You all have family dinners together and Wayne is so happy that both of his kids have people to make him happy. 

~But you guys aren’t very public with your relationship. Coming from a conservative town it made it hard to be open about your sexuality. 

~But the few people that you did tell were very supportive. Mostly meaning the kids that you were raising as a group. 

~Robin was the most attentive girlfriend when you needed someone to be there for you. 

~She likes to bring you little trinkets, like rocks or leaves or something random she finds that reminds her of you. You have a drawer dedicated to stuff she has gotten you and one dedicated to stuff Eddie has brought you.

~She loves to hold your hand and cuddle with you. Plays with your hair while you lay on her chest. 

~Gives you little kisses all over your face, like literally always peppering your face with kisses. 

~Likes to go to the movies with you because it’s dark and she can hold your hand without anyone noticing. 

~The girl loves to feed you, whether it's skittles or a whole slice of pizza, it's her favorite thing to do. 

~She likes when you wear her shirts or just any of her clothes in general, she thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. 

~Makes you bracelets, which is something Eddie also does so your wrists are literally full of them.

~Will absolutely adore everything you do, the way you smile, laugh, brush your hair, sneeze, literally everything. 

~Overall I 10/10 want to be in this relationship and this friendship.

A/N:I love this thought and I would be willing to write maybe a couple blurbs about this group.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff​ @sylviebell​ @theeleggymeggy​

#m's pride month celebration #eddie munson x reader #robin buckley headcanon #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson headcanon #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanon #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve #headcanon #angst #fluff #stranger things

[cloudycleric]

Okay, I'm gonna re-write the whole thing cause I didn't check it for grammar mistakes last time.

The two birds were sitting on a branch near the three waterfalls when everything suddenly made sense to Mike - the three waterfalls represented queerness. That is why they had to leave the local village. All these years, ever since they agreed to go crazy together…how could he not know? 

After all, he had repressed his feelings for too long and when Will’s beak gave him butterflies he pushed the mere thoughts of him to the depths of his heart.

Mike looked at Will’s dazzling honey kissed eyes and decided to finally rid himself of the tempting urge, get it over and kiss him. When Mike decided to stop the parrot heart-eyed staring contest, a rainbow formed above their heads. Everything was perfec-

“Mike!”

“MIKE! GET UP!” 

“What the fu-” Mike mouthed, opening his eyes trying to recover from whatever self questioning shit he had dreamt.

‘’You’re gonna be late!’’ Shouted Nancy.

‘’Shit- just let me get dressed-’’

Mike had just had the biggest realization of his life. Could he possibly like Will?

-He had found it way easier to write letters to will than to el when they lived in California. He always signed Will's letters with Love, Mike but just wrote From, Mike for El’s letters. He didn’t send Will’s letters because he always ended up writing 5 pages for him and 1 page for El.

-His friendship with him was always different from his other friendships. They loved being physically close to each other when they were kids, whether that meant holding hands, bumping shoulders or cuddling on sleepovers. Mike still loved being close to Will.

-He looked at Will's lips a lot.

He definitely liked Will. 

Nancy was already making her way towards the door. Mike sighed, realizing he had been staring at the ceiling. He’d have to bike again.

—---------------------------------------------------

Mike never thought he’d spend so much time thinking about a dream with parrots in it. Not only that, but ever since that morning, he hadn’t been sleeping well, he’d been dreading school, and he’d been picking at the skin around his nails more than usual. When he was actually able to sleep, he would have the same dream all over again, like his mind was doing it on purpose.

He knew the party suspected something was up with him, especially Will. The thing was, talking to someone he’d had a crush on for way more than a week without realizing, was very hard to do without being blatantly obvious.

‘’Mike? You’ve been looking more and more depressed for the past week.’’ Max deadpaned, with her ’I’m gonna torture you until you tell me what’s up’ face.

‘’Gee, thanks Max’’ He said, hoping she’d drop the subject.

Max had been placed in the same homeroom as him, and since they hadn’t gotten along that well before and Mike wanted to make up, they’d been getting to know each other better. Mike was shocked when he realized that they were surprisingly alike. They both had anger issues and didn’t know how to talk about their feelings properly.

‘’Come on, even Lucas and Dustin can tell something’s going on, and they’re hopeless. You can talk to me.’’ 

Mike only knew she was serious because they weren’t insulting each other, but she’d go back to teasing him if he told her what had been bothering him. Nevertheless, she’d also annoy him until he told her.

‘’ Nothing’s going on!’’

‘’ Nothing!? You’ve been zoning out more than ever at lunch, Mike. I know that we’re both terrible at feelings, but maybe telling me would help?’’

Mike scoffed, blushing with embarrassment at the fact that he was going to tell Max of all people about his crush.

He became aware of his surroundings, and about the fact that a crowded high school corridor in a conservative town in the 80’s wasn’t the best place to tell her he liked Will, specifically because rumors were fast to get around.

‘’Not. Here.’’

‘’We can…skip class?’’ Max smirked mischievously, pointing towards the open exit door.

She ran out the door, turned on her walkman and started riding her skateboard.

‘’MAX! - WAIT FOR ME!’’

—-----------------------------------------------------------------

They finally got to where the Party usually stayed when they skipped class. The spot was close to Castle Byers, which Mike had spent the previous summer renovating it as an apology to Will for being an asshole.

“Spit it out.’’ Said Max, who was already using her skateboard as a seat and turning off her walkman.

Mike sat on top of his coat, sighed and slightly covered his face with his hands, scared of how she might react. 

‘��I’ve been weird because I realized I like someone.”

“Okay…?’’ Max said while she opened a bag of chips ‘’Do I know this person?’’

‘’Yeah, you know hi- them’’

‘’Him? Are they a boy?’’

Mike looked up, expecting to see a disgusted look on her face, but instead found a perfectly calm one.

“Yeah.” 

“Ok.’’

‘’You’re… not mad?’’ He said, utterly confused.

‘’Oh my god, Mike, why would I be mad?’’ Max scoffed ‘’ Don’t freak out if it’s not, but is it -Will?

‘’Wait- how did you know?’’ 

Now he was confused.

‘’You know when I said you were zoning out? Well, you’ve been zoning out - like- looking at him. Not to mention you’ve both been head over heels for each other for years?’’

‘’Both?’’

‘’If you ask me, Will likes you back. No offense, but I wouldn’t call your relationship platonic’’

‘’So you’re saying I should tell him?’’

‘’Yeah, unless you want to stay like this forever?’’

Max was right. He would have to tell Will eventually.

‘’What if he doesn’t like me back? And- how am I supposed to tell him?’’

‘’You have to figure it out yourself.’’

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Did you like it? :) Should i post it on ao3 once i finish and send you a link?

Also, I'm curious if you have any sexuality headcanons for characters other than Byler... I totally see Max as bi. She's so pookie :D

PLEASE POST THIS PLEASE I LVOE IT & THE PUBLIC NEEDS TO KNOW

#asks #byler #parrotgate

[cheesiedomino]

When Worlds Collide Pt 2.

genre: non-idol au, college au, established relationship, hyunjin x fem!reader, badboy!hyunjin x innocent!reader, pg-15

wc: 6.2k 

tags/warnings: fluff, angst, kissing, cursing, themes of anxiety and insecurities (regarding the reader), alcohol usage, mentions of drugs (weed), has some suggestive moments but nothing that detailed, some violence (fighting), faint mentions of blood, that’s all i think but if i missed anything let me know please !

synopsis: now that you’re dating Hyunjin, things are going seemingly well and he does his best to try and be a good boyfriend for you. you feel as though you have finally found your person, but one night was all it took to cause a shift in your relationship, for better or for worse.

{a/n: hello everyone! i just want to take a moment to thank everyone that’s read the first part of When Worlds Collide. i’m glad so many people liked it and since i planned on making a part 2 anyway i’m more than excited to post this :) i hope you all enjoy it and as always feedback and your opinions are much appreciated, thank you <3}

You look at yourself through the mirror, you just couldn’t stop staring. It wasn’t because you thought you looked spectacular or anything, it was because you looked different. As in a completely different person that you couldn’t even recognize yourself. You were wearing the most skin-tight black dress with high heels, you did your makeup in a way that you’ve never done before, and you even put on lipstick, which is something you never wear. You wanted to surprise Hyunjin, your boyfriend, with your new look. 

‘He won't see this coming from a mile away’ you thought as you giggled to yourself, getting ready to go to a party with him. However, the confidence that you had a few hours ago came crashing down once the full look was complete. You just didn’t feel like yourself at all. You keep repeating in your head that this wasn’t about you and this was for Hyunjin, if he likes it that’s all that matters to you. You were also going to meet his other fraternity brothers tonight so you prepared conversations in your head to make sure you won’t royally fuck everything up. You wish your roommate Sana was here right now so she could give you words of encouragement but unfortunately she had to do something for her sorority. You felt so alone without her at times but Hyunjin has thankfully filled that void for you. 

As you finally semi-come to terms with the way you looked you sit on your bed and text your boyfriend to ask where he is, texting you back almost immediately.

‘Had 2 pick up stuff b there in 10’ 

You’re so used to his grade school grammar over text that you simply don’t pay much attention to it anymore.

‘Okay see you soon! I have a surprise for you ;)’ You cringed as you typed that winky face out.

‘What is it?’

‘It’s a surprise for a reason!’

‘Haha ok’

You’re so nervous at this point, you don’t know what he’s going to think. What will his friends think? You’re now back to overthinking every little thing. You want to run to your closet and change really quick to something that you’re actually comfortable in. But you don’t, you want to fully commit to this plan, this idea that you’ll look like Hyunjin’s dream girl. Hyunjin is the first boyfriend you’ve ever had, growing up in the small town you did, you didn’t have many good options. All the boys that lived in your town were not your type at all, they all had conservative views and were extremely judgmental. You swore you’d never date a man like that. The boys you have “dated” before were terrible and they would just go for someone else that they deemed was more attractive. 

You felt like a second choice all the time but Hyunjin has never made you feel that way. He’s always telling you how lucky he is to have you, holds hands with you on campus, and even skips going out to be with you if you ask. It’s nice that he does all those things for you but in the back of your mind, you still feel as though you’re not good enough, as if he’s made a mistake. That’s why you’re in the predicament you’re in now, fighting a battle with yourself over the way you look just to get Hyunjin’s attention, which is something you quite literally already have. Your thoughts were halted by your phone vibrating. You look at the notification and it’s from Hyunjin saying that he’s here. 

You let out a deep sigh as you tried your best to prepare yourself to even look Hyunjin in the eye right now. You should be feeling confident in this new look but all you feel is dread and doubt. 

There’s no turning back now so you just grab your bag and start heading out the door. You see the red-headed boy outside leaning on his car like he always does, looking down at his phone. You don’t think Hyunjin heard you walk out since his stance hasn’t changed once from you heading towards him. As you get closer you clear your throat loud enough to get him to hear you, his head automatically shot up. As you accidentally make eye contact with him you begin to panic. His whole facial expression changed, he went from looking relaxed to now being dumbfounded. His eyes grew wide and his mouth was slightly open. It was as if he’d seen a ghost or something. You walked up to him, still no words coming out of Hyunjin’s mouth. 

“Well, what do you think?” You say giving him a weary smile, trying not to hide the obvious fact that you’re anxious out of your mind over his opinion. 

He still doesn’t say a word, all he’s doing is looking at you up and down, if looks could kill, his gaze would have you in a coffin right now. 

“Earth to Hyunjin?” You say waving a hand in front of his face, making sure he’s okay.

He blinks a couple of times in a row and finally speaks “So this is my surprise?” 

“Yeah… what do you think of it?” You say as you look at the ground.

“You wanna know my honest opinion?” 

‘Yes, that was literally the whole point of doing all of this!’ you think to yourself.

“Y-yes..” Is all you muttered though.

“I think you look smoking hot” He admits. 

That was all you needed to hear from him. It was like you could finally breathe again. 

“You’re so sexy, baby. I could just eat you whole right now.” He says while licking his lips. 

Well, you weren’t expecting him to say all that. You never had someone call you sexy before and it made you feel something. Something that you’ve never felt before. All you could do was blush and say thank you though.

“I swear if I have to fight someone tonight over you looking this hot you better not be angry with me,” Hyunjin says as he opens his car door for you. 

“There will be no fighting!” You say, getting into the car, as you do Hyunjin lightly slaps your butt which startled you. You were about to tell him to stop but you remind yourself that he is your boyfriend and he’s allowed to joke around with you like this. You’re so inexperienced with relationships that you’re not even sure how one acts when they’re in one. 

As Hyunjin is driving he tries stealing quick glances over at you, he couldn’t help but stare at you every chance he got. You noticed him doing this and you giggled, 

“What are you looking at?” You ask him, you know what he’s looking at, you just wanted to act oblivious. 

“I’m looking at you baby, you’re kinda driving me insane right now not gonna lie.” He says. 

This made you feel that same rush you were feeling when he called you sexy, he’s never said any of these kinds of things to you. Maybe this new getup wasn’t so bad for you after all, you’re getting your boyfriend all worked up to this party and now he won’t be able to control himself in front of his friends. You were still nervous about meeting everyone though and parties aren’t really your thing so you won’t even be mad if Hyunjin wants to leave early to go back and make out with you. 

“Okay we’re here,” He says, coming to a stop in front of a large house. It was a tad bit smaller than Sana’s sorority house but it was still gorgeous nonetheless. You get out of the car and Hyunjin immediately grabs your waist. He’s being so possessive right now and you couldn’t help but find it endearing. As you both walk in you see the colorful disco ball on the ceiling, you see tons and tons of people, your anxiety shoots right back up, it’s now sinking in that you’re here. You haven’t gone to a party since that night you met Hyunjin and it’s bringing flashbacks from that night. You remembered everything so vividly as if it was just yesterday. Had you not said yes to Sana’s offer you would still be single. You find that insane and you couldn’t be more than grateful for what happened. You sometimes want to thank Sana for being your roommate since if this all wasn’t for her, you would be cooped up in your room all day. 

“Come over here,” Hyunjin says to you as he sits on an empty couch, you sit next to him. 

“Seriously?” He says, frowning at you, at that point you knew what he actually wanted. 

You stand up and sit back down, this time you’re on his lap. 

“Better.” He smiles and puts his head on your shoulder, his arms are hugging you from behind and you felt so appreciated in this moment. You caught a couple of girls staring at you and you wanted to crawl up into a ball from all the attention. You knew that Hyunjin was popular but the fact that almost every girl seemed to hiss with envy really took you aback. You felt so out of place like you didn’t belong there with him. You just wanted to run and hide. 

“Babe,” Hyunjin whispers in your ear.

“Yes?” 

“Kiss me.” He says bluntly.

You looked around and felt so awkward. Girls were still staring and it made you feel so uncomfortable. 

“But there are people staring.” You tell him, scared of what those people might say about what you’re doing. 

“You think I really give a shit? Let them watch.” He says grabbing your face with his right hand, he brought your lips towards his. Your lips finally came in contact and it felt fiery. You could feel all of his pent-up emotions through the kiss and you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. His kisses are always so intoxicating, leaving you feeling drunk after them. Every time you stop, you want to go back for more. His tongue intertwines with yours, you fully shifted your entire body to be facing him now and you don’t even care who sees at this point. All you need is Hyunjin’s lips on yours and the rest of the world doesn’t exist anymore. 

“Damn bro, get a room!” You hear a man’s voice shouting at the two of you. 

You immediately pull away from him, getting off his lap, you felt so embarrassed now. You look up and see some guy you’ve never seen a day in your life. He was kinda short but he had a nice build and the smirk on his face was evident from what he had just seen.

“Fuck off Changbin.” Hyunjin retorts, crossing his arms at the man across from him.

“You must be y/n?” The man you’re assuming is named Changbin, asks you.

“Yes, that’s me.” You say shyly, too afraid to make eye contact with the guy. 

“This is my girlfriend.” Hyunjin says, putting his arm around you and kissing your cheek. 

“She’s cute, wonder how long this is gonna last!” The man says to Hyunjin, chuckling.

“Shut the fuck up,” Hyunjin says to him in a serious tone. “You’re really annoying, I hope you know that.”

“Whatever man.” The man rolls his eyes at him.

“Anyways… this is one of my fraternity brothers, Changbin.” Hyunjin finally properly introduces you to him. 

“Hi, Changbin, nice to meet you.” You say reaching out your head to give a handshake, however, he refuses the gesture. 

“Nice to meet you too y/n, we don’t shake hands around here, by the way, to properly introduce yourself in this house you need to take a shot!” 

You gulped as you heard him say that, you don’t enjoy drinking and it’s something you rarely engage in. ‘Just suck it up’ you think to yourself, if this is the way you need to get Hyunjin’s friend’s approval then so be it. 

“Oh okay,” You say as you start to get up from the couch, Hyunjin grabs your arm though.

“You really don’t have to if you don’t want to, Changbin’s just being an ass right now.” He says to you.

“It’s okay Hyune, I want to” You reassure him. 

You get up to go into the kitchen with Changbin, Hyunjin is walking right behind you to make sure no funny business goes on. Changbin grabs a bottle of whiskey and pours it into three shot glasses, giving one to you, him, and Hyunjin. 

“You know I can’t say no to whiskey,” Hyunjin says to Changbin taking a swig of the whole thing already.

“Dude, you were supposed to wait until I counted to three!” Changbin says annoyed at Hyunjin’s low tolerance for being patient. 

“Pour another one then,” Hyunjin says giving his glass to Changbin.

He pours him another shot and Changbin finally starts counting, “Alright, 1, 2, 3, go!” 

You let the liquid consume you and your throat begins to burn. You regret drinking that immediately. You made a twisted face and put the shot glass down, coughing to clear your throat. The coughing only made the burning sensation in your throat worse. 

“How do you guys drink this stuff?” You ask the both of them, still trying to recover from it. 

“You just get used to it,” Changbin says shrugging his shoulders.

“Come upstairs the rest of us are up there,” Changbin says to Hyunjin. 

“The smoke room?” Hyunjin asks. ‘Smoke room?’ you think, this couldn’t be a room just designated to smoke in, that has to be some code name for something. 

“Yeah.” Changbin replies. 

“Come on let’s go y/n.” Hyunjin takes your hand in his as he follows Changbin up the staircase. 

You used your free hand to try and pull down your dress since it kept riding up, you never wore clothing this tight so it was quite annoying having to fix it every 5 seconds. As all three of you continue walking, Changbin stops at a door with a large sign on it, the sign read 'KNOCK BEFORE COMING IN OR ELSE'. You really weren’t sure why it said that but Changbin did as the sign was told and knocked on the door three times. You waited a bit then you heard some shuffling going on in the room,

“Who is it?” You heard a man’s voice from inside the room say.

“It’s just me bro.” Changbin answers. 

“Who else?” 

“Hyunjin too, he brought his girl with him.” 

There was silence for a bit after that, you could hear a girl giggling in the room as well. 

“Let them in.” You heard another voice say, probably to the person that was asking all the questions. The door suddenly cracks open and a head peeps through making sure it was the people that Changbin said were coming in. The door fully opens and a large cloud of smoke hits you in the face immediately. It was so foggy in the entire room you think to yourself that you’ll probably get a second-hand high from just being in here. You looked around to see 6 other men in the room, they were all watching something on the TV and that’s when you saw the person you were least expecting. Your roommate, Sana was in there too. She was talking and laughing with some guy, she had a joint in her hand and she looked so pretty as always. Sana looks up and sees you in the room with Hyunjin and Changbin, the look on her face was just priceless.

“Y/n?!” She says confused yet excited.

“Oh my god, Sana you’re here too?!” You were kind of relieved that she was, you have two of your most favorite people with you right now and you couldn’t be any happier. 

“I always come here to chill with my boys!” Sana exclaims, Changbin comes up to her to give her a hug. 

You should’ve known that she would be here, she’s practically best friends with everyone in this frat and her sorority sisters all love her to death. You can’t think of one person that dislikes her, she’s just so cool. 

The boys you haven’t met yet were all now staring at you, you hate when the spotlight is on you. You wish Hyunjin would hurry up and say something and your thoughts came true within seconds,

“Guys, this is my girlfriend y/n,” Hyunjin says introducing you to all of his friends, you felt so awkward with all of them just looking at you. The outfit you had on wasn’t making you feel any better. 

“Hi y/n, I’m Chan.” A man comes up to you to shake your hand, you took it and he smiled at you. 

“Nice to meet you.” You tell him.

“How long have you and Hyunjin been dating?” He asks.

Before you could answer though, Hyunjin responds for you, “A good amount of time.” is all he says.

Chan just chuckles, Hyunjin always says things in a condescending tone, as if he’s talking down to others. You don’t even know why people put up with it but they do, they adore Hyunjin for his blunt attitude and honesty. You hated the way he acted with you at first, however, your entire perception changed because of his actions towards you. He doesn’t act this way around you and you feel as though he’s his true self when he’s with you. He doesn’t put on a persona for you, he’s just Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin starts pointing to the other guys in the room, “That’s Seungmin, that’s Jeongin, that’s Felix, Minho, and… where’s Han?”

Everyone looks around to realize that Han was missing, you don’t even know who he is yet you want to know his whereabouts too. 

“He probably went to go take a shit,” Minho says laughing to himself as he drinks something out of a red cup. 

“Or went to fuck someone.” Felix chimes in on the conversation.

“I’ll go try and find him,” Hyunjin says, “Come with me.” He motions for you to take his hand and walk out of the room with him.

“You don’t want to smoke?” Jeongin asks Hyunjin as he’s walking out the door.

“Maybe in a bit,” He says.

You’re back to the party and there’s a swarm of people, Hyunjin pushes people out of the way trying to clear space for you. No one dares to say anything to him though since he is part of this frat and a lot of people are pretty scared of him. You feel like you’ve been walking for hours since the house was so big and you felt so tired. You were stopped in your tracks when a girl came up to Hyunjin, she was also wearing a very revealing outfit just like you were but she actually looked confident in it. She smiled at Hyunjin and said something to him, but you couldn’t hear it over the blaring music. Hyunjin said something back to her and he continued walking after that, however, she wouldn’t give up. Hyunjin sighed and told you to stay right here and he’s going to the kitchen for a minute, he’ll be right back. You just stood there completely alone, you grew worried about what he could be talking about with her. ‘Is this one of the girls he used to talk to before you met?’ You wonder to yourself, feeling a bit insecure at that moment. 

“Hey, you look lost.” A man says coming up to you, he had longish brown hair that hid part of his face and he also had a couple tattoos on his arms. 

“No, I’m not, I’m just waiting for my boyfriend.” You say to him, usually, you would say that kind of thing as an excuse but this time you were really telling the truth. It felt so good to say that you actually had a boyfriend. 

“Girl you don’t need to lie to me, and even if you did he doesn’t have to know,” The guy kept trying to flirt with you but you wanted nothing to do with him. You were trapped in this situation though since Hyunjin told you to stay right there until he comes back. 

“I’m not lying,” was simply all you said.

“Okay, well screw your boyfriend come hang out with me tonight, I’ll give you a good time.” 

You wanted to throw up, this is the exact reason why you hated going to parties. The way men try to throw themselves at any woman that gives them the slightest bit of attention always bothered you. You wanted nothing to do with this guy and he wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how hard you tried. 

“My name’s Han, what’s yours?” He asked. 

Then all of sudden it clicked for you. You realized this was one of Hyunjin’s frat brothers trying to hit on you. You knew if Hyunjin caught him doing this he’ll be furious. You’ve got to find a way to get out of this situation quickly. That’s when you heard your boyfriend’s voice behind you,

“Where the hell have you been?” Hyunjin asks Han who’s right across from you. 

“Dude can’t you that I’m fucking busy?” Han says to Hyunjin, he looks back at you as if he’s about to say something but that’s when Hyunjin swiftly interrupts and walks in between the both of you. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Hyunjin starts speaking louder, “I always knew you were a dick but to disrespect me in my face like this is so low even for you!” 

“Disrespect? She’s just some random bitch I met at a party, and I have the right to tell you to fuck off!” 

“She’s what now?” 

You can tell that Hyunjin is only getting angrier the more he talks to Han, he’s already made a fist with his hand and is even getting up in Han’s face. 

“She’s my girlfriend you dumbass!” Hyunjin’s ears became as red as his hair as he was filled with rage. You knew what was about to happen yet you didn’t say or do anything to stop it, it was as if you were frozen in time or something. You just stood there watching everything go down, little by little. 

“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know that? I just met her, maybe if she didn’t dress like such a thot I wouldn’t have gone up to her!” Han starts to get up in Hyunjin’s face too.

That’s when you blanked out for the rest of the time. You don’t really remember much of what happened during those 10 minutes but you do remember Han’s nose was bleeding and so was Hyunjin’s right hand. You think Minho and Chan broke up the fight and made Hyunjin leave or else they were afraid of the cops coming from people running out of the house. You heard Hyunjin say how he didn’t give a shit if the cops came since his father could just easily bail him out anyway. He really hated to brag about things like that but he couldn’t help but gloat about the fact he won’t be paying the consequences for any of this. You don’t remember much else so when you woke up inside Hyunjin’s car you were very confused. 

“Finally awake I see.” You heard Hyunjin’s voice as you flutter your eyes open.

“W-what just happened?” You ask him.

“Nothing, I’m just driving you home and I’m going back to my place to sleep.” He says trying to keep a cool and collected image for you. He’s actually still furious on the inside. Han exchanged more words with Hyunjin and got even more disrespectful towards him, and you. You just didn’t know since you fainted from having a really bad panic attack. Everything went black after Hyunjin threw his fist at Han and the rest was just fading in and out. You notice how fast Hyunjin was driving the car and it induces your anxiety levels. 

“I can’t believe he would say some shit like that to my face,” Hyunjin mutters to himself under his breath, “fucking piece of shit.”

You just sat there trying not to focus on how dangerously fast he’s going down this highway right now. You hug your body for protection, not really sure how fast he’s going but it’s fast enough that you don’t even feel safe being in this car anymore. 

“He’s out of his fucking mind for talking to me like that, I should’ve sent him to the hospital with more broken limbs than just his nose!” His voice grew louder at the last sentence. He’s always been short-tempered and it doesn’t take much for people to piss him off but this was next level. He wanted to hurt Han in a way that he’s never done before, he wanted to hurt him so bad that he never wanted to see him ever again. He couldn’t stand to see anyone talk to you like the way Han did, he had to teach him a lesson. He was just so angry in that moment and driving was what he took it out on. He was going so fast you felt yourself getting dizzy.

“Hyunjin,” You say quietly trying to get his attention.

He doesn’t answer you and simply continues muttering under his breath, you can see the dried blood all over his knuckles and his eyes were solely focused on the road.  

“Hyunjin, can you please slow down?” You try asking politely as you wish he would just snap out of this trance and drive normally. 

He still doesn’t listen and only steps on the gas even harder, making you start fearing for your life. You’re going so fast that you can’t even think straight, other cars on the road were honking at Hyunjin’s car, he didn’t pay attention to any of this at all. He continued to keep driving recklessly and you were shouting asking for him to stop repeatedly. 

That’s when you almost crashed into another car as Hyunjin accidentally ran a red light, he swerved out of the way just in the right amount of time, or else you both would’ve been severely messed up. As the car came to a halt you were heavily breathing in and out, you were about to have another major panic attack twice in one day. This was taking a toll on your already poor mental state so you just sat there in the passenger seat sobbing. You saw your life flash before your eyes in mere seconds and you were visibly shaken up from all of this. 

“I’m so sorry y/n…” Hyunjin finally spoke. 

You were still sobbing and shaking from the almost car accident that happened. You were trying to get yourself to stop but the tears just kept coming. 

“Please don’t cry, I’m so sorry y/n I should’ve listened to you,” He says as he turns towards you. “I don’t know what happened it was like something in my mind just took over me.” 

He goes in to hug you but you flinch, you’re just so vulnerable right now any and everything scares you. You wished none of this had ever happened and you regret even going to this party with Hyunjin. That’s when you start to overthink again, you think about how this whole night was basically your fault. Your thoughts trace back to the party, you think about what Han thought of you and him calling you all those horrible names. ‘Had I not worn this ridiculously short dress, none of this would’ve ever happened’ you thought to yourself. You start to cry again, you wanted nothing more than to wish this night never existed.

“I’m really sorry Hyunjin, this is all my fault” You choke out through your tears, you felt as though you were the sole responsibility for what happened tonight. 

“What are you sorry for y/n and how the hell is any of this your fault?” He says with the most confused look on his face.

“Han was right, I shouldn’t have dressed like this, I only wanted to do it to impress you but still…” You look out the window as you said that.

“Look at me,” He said it like a demand more than a question but you couldn’t face him.

“Y/n, please look at me.” He asks you one more time in a stern voice.

You finally do as you’re told and slowly turn your head to look at him. 

“Your actions have nothing to do with what happened y/n. Absolutely nothing.” He says in a calm tone. “What he said about you was not based on your character, he doesn’t even know you.”

Hyunjin takes a deep breath and takes your hand in his, the one that wasn’t stained with blood on them. 

“You also don’t need to change the way you look for me baby, I like you just the way you are already, the girl that I fell in love with.” You were stunned by his sudden words. ‘Fell in love?’ you felt your heart skip a beat. Did he really just mean that?

“You fell in love with me?” You asked in such an awkward way you immediately regret saying that, you hide your face in your hands. 

“If I said I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I met you, would you think I’m lying?” He says, taking your hands off your face and bringing it closer to his. 

“I- I don’t know…” You say to him.

“I really think I’m in love with you y/n, I’m not afraid to admit it anymore. It’s okay if you can’t say it back right now but I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you do one day.” 

You couldn’t help but melt at his words right now, you’ve never felt so appreciated, so loved by anyone before. 

You smiled at him and he came closer to your lips. He pressed his lips against yours and you relax into the kiss right away. You end up aggressively making out with him, he unbuckled your seatbelt and you were now in the driver's seat with him on his lap. Your fingers were entangled in his bright red locks and every time you pulled on it he would wince a bit. Each time you pulled away from the kiss you’d both just grin at each other and go right back to kissing. Each time was more passionate than the last and you would do this all day and night if you could. As you’re both panting and trying to catch your breath from that hot and heavy makeout sesh, you look at how beautiful Hyunjin’s side profile was. His jawline was so sharp, and the way his hair dangled in front of his face was so hot for some reason too. You thought Hyunjin was a walking piece of art, you sometimes couldn’t believe you were dating him. You never thought that he’d felt the same exact way as you did since your self-esteem has always been awfully low, yet Hyunjin reminds you daily how beautiful he thinks you are. He’s told you on numerous occasions how you’re the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen and how much you mean to him. You thank him each and every time yet you never fully believe everything he tells you. You’re not sure if you can 100% say that you love Hyunjin yet, but you do know for sure that you like him a lot. You showed your feelings for him through kissing and he couldn’t get enough of your charisma. 

“Alright, let me finally take you home,” Hyunjin says as he begins driving again. 

This time he’s driving at the speed limit, not giving you the heart attack you once had moments ago. He’s much calmer now and you can tell that making out with him was the perfect remedy for all his rage. Once he made it back to your dorm you gave him a hug and another long kiss that would leave him feeling completely whipped for you. You giggled as he pouted to you while you walked through the door, not wanting you to ever leave his side. He felt so possessive over you, not in the way that would be toxic, but in the way he wants you to himself. He loves smothering you, kissing you, holding you, he just wants to give you all his love and although you’re not used to it, you’ve grown to really enjoy this side of him. He’s not this way with anyone else so it makes you feel different in a good way, like you’re the chosen one. 

You head inside your room and as you turn on your light you see Sana and another guy on her side of the room fumbling with the blankets. They were both underneath the covers and from what you could presume, naked. You now recognize the guy in the bed with her, it was Changbin. Your mouth was wide open, you’ve never caught Sana doing this before and although you know she has an active sex life you’ve never seen it in action before.

You close your eyes and turn back around “Sorry if I interrupted anything, I’ll be on the couch,” quickly leaving the room as you head towards the living room. You couldn’t believe you just accidentally walked in on your roommate with Changbin, there have been way too many traumatizing moments for you in one night to handle. You suddenly heard the door open once again and it was Changbin coming out. He walked past you and faintly waved you goodbye before leaving out the main door. Once he was gone, Sana came out and sat next to you on the couch just wearing a big t-shirt. 

“Hi y/n, real sorry you had to see all that. I just didn’t know if you were coming back tonight.” She says as she plays with her necklace. 

“It’s fine Sana, it’s literally 4 am I get why you would think that.” 

The room went silent for a bit then Sana finally spoke up again, deciding to ask about your mental state.

 “Are you doing okay? You can be honest with me” She put her hand on your shoulder to comfort you. 

“I’m fine right now… to be honest, I was a mess earlier but I’m actually doing okay right now.” You tell her. 

She sighs in relief, “That’s good.”

“Are you and Changbin a thing now?” You ask her. 

She’s now suddenly taken aback by your words and scoffs at your question, “Changbin is a cool guy but I’m basically sleeping with him just to make Chan jealous.” 

You knew Sana and Chan used to date a while back but they had broken up for some reason, Sana really wants to get back with him one day though. 

“Well, I hope that works out for you?” You say, not really sure if her plan will work. 

“Hyunjin told me that he loved me today” You blurted out to Sana, you didn’t even realize you said it, it just came out. 

“Oh my god that’s amazing y/n, you might’ve found the one!” Sana says taking both of your hands and smiling at you. “Did you say you loved him back?”

“No…” But before she could say anything you made sure to clarify, “That doesn’t mean I don’t like him any less! It’s just I want to take things slow for now.” 

“I get it, especially for you, you need to take things slow. I hope he respects that and doesn’t pressure you to do things” She says.

“He doesn’t, don’t worry he’s very patient with me.” You reassure her. 

She smiles once again and gives you a big hug, she can see how much you’ve grown from this relationship. You’re slowly starting to come out of your shell and soon you’ll become a beautiful butterfly. You’re so happy in your relationship with Hyunjin and Sana can see that through you. She couldn’t be more than happy and supportive of you and although he may have been a player in the past, that was before you knew him, you shouldn’t judge him for his past. We all have rocky moments in our life but that’s what makes us human at the end of the day and you appreciate the good and the bad in him.

You and Sana both head to bed and as you’re about to go to sleep you get a text from Hyunjin, it read the following,

‘B ready by 5 tmrw, it’s a surprise ;)’ 

End<3

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I have no idea how long it has been since you asked this given than I didn’t see it until now but I think that depending on what you’re looking for

I always recommend Casey’s books but iksw is probably my least favorite. It’s good, but to me the others are better

If you’re looking for a good accurate portrayal of religious trauma and small towns, I really really recommend it. If you’re looking for a good accurate portrayal of queer teenagers living in a conservative small town, their journey to discover their sexuality/gender identity, queer friendships, etc I really recommend it too. The part of the book that, to me, is kind of weak, is the romance part.

It’s still a really worthwhile read, even if the romance is not my favorite (I love both characters individually, but I think their relationship should have been more explored), it’s just than if you wanna read it solely for the romance I don’t really recommend it.

However it’s an amazing book about small towns, religion, and queerness. Friendship and solidarity between queer people, hiding who you are and people pleasing, wanting to get out of the town and wanting to stay in it, finding your community and finding yourself, understanding other people and overcoming prejudices (just because someone is popular doesn’t mean they’re a bad person, just because someone skips school and acts like they don’t care doesn’t mean they don’t actually care), and just a good coming of age.

The main character is Chloe Green, bisexual with lesbian moms, who moved to False Beach at 14. She didn’t grow up in that small town, surrounded by homophobia, so it’s really interesting to see the town and the experiences from an outsider’s perspective, but you get to see all the character’s perspectives and experience it all.

“She thinks of Georgia tearing a magazine picture into pieces and chewing her bottom lip on the way to chapel. She thinks of her mom's jars of hair dye gathering dust in the bathroom cabinet, and of Mr. Truman filling a cart with bridesmaid dresses at Goodwill. She pictures Rory, raised by Willowgrove since kindergarten, sitting at his bedroom window as Shara and Smith kiss good night, feeling an anxious, shivery type of envy and cramming it into a shape that doesn't mean something's wrong with him.

Damn. Okay.

It's hard for her to wrap her brain around it sometimes--the idea that for most people from here, the stuff she hears in Bible class is reality. Who would she be if she hadn't been raised by two moms and a small army of gay middle-aged Californians? What if Willowgrove had always been her whole world, and the people in charge of it, who left their classroom door unlocked for her and cracked jokes with her like they saw her as a person, told her gently but firmly that she was wrong? That there was something inside of her-even if she hadn't named it yet-that needed to be fixed?"

#casey mcquiston #iksw #i kissed shara wheeler #shara wheeler #chloe green #rory heron #smith parker #georgia neale #wlw #book recs #wlw books #lgbt

[deanismysavior]

Honestly I do not get all the people who assume Mike can’t possibly be LGBT+. Maybe my own life experiences are talking but I was in Will’s shows. I had a friend I fell in love with. I ended up confessing over text to her, and she said “if I were anything lgbtq+ I’d reciprocate”. Later became “oh I think I’m aroace.” Cue several gender awakenings from us later, and we’re dating because the issue was they didn’t want to be my girlfriend. Comphet happens all the time.

The reason people feel uncomfortable with the idea of Mike being queer is because they see themselves in Mike. Mike is a DnD nerd who loves science and fantasy and he has a girlfriend with superpowers, which is something a lot of guys who grew up reading comics and watching sff wanted. They wanted to be loved and recognized for being a nerd, they wanted it not to be a detriment to them finding a partner or being happy, but if I'm honest, Dustin already sort of fills that role in the show. We see that Suzie accepts him for who he is, loves how smart and caring he is, and not only accepts, but appreciates his cleidocranial dysplasia because she says kissing is better without teeth. In other words, she loves him for exactly who he is. But if the Duffers canonically made Mike queer, people would have to grapple with the fact that they so heavily related to a queer character, and they'd be wondering what that said about them. That he experiences the same superhero idolization they did. That he has similar interests and quirks. That he also got bullied for his looks and his hobbies and being a nerd in general. To them, making Mike queer would erase the nerd boy representation they feel like they have in Mike, but what they seem to fail to recognize is that making Mike queer doesn't diminish Mike's identity as a nerd, and feeling seen by him does not make you queer, because there are a lot of aspects to his story that are universally relatable for nerd kids. But what they're not thinking about is how incredibly seen and validated making Mike queer would make queer people who grew up in the closet, especially during the 80s, feel. Mike's character could be so important for people who grew up in conservative households in conservative towns who had their ideas about the world fed to them through that lens, for the people who didn't recognize the queerness in themselves until later in their lives, for the people who never felt like it was okay to allow themselves to feel that way, and so they shoved it down and followed the roles they saw set out for them. These people do not want to see the nuance in queerness because then they would have to reconcile with their own notions of internalized homophobia, the idea that it's okay for other people to be gay, but when it comes to yourself or the people who make you feel seen and understood, suddenly that's not okay anymore.

#byler #byler endgame #byler nation #ask #homophobia #mike wheeler #will byers #will x mike #mike x will #st #stranger things #duffer brothers #mike wheeler i know what you are

[uwusillygirl]

(Sry in advance if this is annoying bc she’s not the main characters in fof) but I’m soooooo curious about your thoughts on Robin in this verse. Obviously she and Steve are still best friends, but I love her jokey dynamic w Eddie and how nice she is to Chrissy. Also I can’t get over the scene where robin calls Eddie “such a lucky fucking bastard.” It lives rent free in my head because same robin me too. And Chrissy being confused by it is hilarious. This was all just a long winded rambling way of asking if you think Chrissy and Eddie ever find out Robin’s lesbian? I’m sure they’d know if this was a modern au or something but considering it’s the 80s and even though Chrissy and Eddie are weirdos/freaks I’m sure (maybe I’m projecting) that robin would still have a healthy dose of fear

you are all WAY too considerate!!! i get to sit around writing like the most in-depth, ridiculous, self-indulgent little fic and people like actually come talk to me about it!!! i'll answer whatever questions u want!!! and these ones are always so interesting!!!

okay so i'm gonna give my answer and then also give u a little nibble of a wip (which may never see the light of day the way i write, so sorry if anyone gets super gassed up over it) where i wrote about this concept bc i've actually been thinking about it too!!

short answer though is that robin is definitely extremely skittish about telling anyone, including them. i do think it comes out eventually after spending enough time together, though! she's more trusting of chrissy than eddie simply because she gets rose-colored glasses with girls/women who are nice to her, but in reality eddie is way less startled by it than chrissy.

okay and here's a little tiny wip bite:

Chrissy wasn’t sure how their conversation had devolved into something so base. It had started because Robin had mentioned that she had hooked up with this girl recently, and Steve had been surprised because he had also hooked up with her back in high school. 

(Chrissy had learned recently that Robin liked girls. As in dated them, liked them. Chrissy was fine with it — as if she had any right to judge on anything like that — and had actually been quite flattered that Robin entrusted her and Eddie with that kind of information. But the whole thing did short-circuit Chrissy’s brain a little. She’d just never met someone who felt that way. 

“What if I say something wrong to her?” Chrissy had fretted one night in bed shortly after Robin had let it slip. 

Eddie had just laughed. He always spoke to Chrissy gently about this kind of thing. He understood that while he’d been off living some vibrant, punk rock life that allowed for him to not be totally flipped by stuff like meeting someone who was gay or having a girlfriend that occasionally needed to be made to cry in bed, Chrissy had been trapped in an extremely sheltered childhood, born and raised by Reagan conservatives. 

“What could you possibly say wrong?” Eddie comforted her. “She doesn’t have a disease we have to be nice about, Chris. She’s just gay.”

Chrissy, wasn’t sure, felt like she somehow would find a way to step in it. 

“Right, but, like, can you believe we know a gay person? In Hawkins?” Chrissy followed up. 

“Yeah, sweetie, I can,” Eddie had murmured, voice growing sleepy. “It’s not like she’s the only one.”

“You know other ones?” 

Eddie laughed again, this time hard enough to shake the mattress underneath them. 

“Okay, baby, let’s not use terms like ‘other ones’,” he corrected gently after he composed himself. “You’re talking like Nancy Reagan over there.” 

Chrissy had slapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t even notice.” 

“But to answer your question, no, not that have personally come out to me. But I imagine there’s more than one gay person in a town of a couple thousand.”

It sounded so obvious when he said it.)

All that to say Robin and Steve’s shared sexual conquest had triggered an attempt to create some sort of figurative sexual Venn Diagram of who they had all (well, everyone but Chrissy, who was just picking at the label on her wine cooler) had sex with that overlapped.

#asks #first one's free asks

[sweet-babyrose]

My mom just said they should come for gay marriage next but she disagrees with some of the things they are trying to overturn. And honestly sometimes I hate it here so much. And I know I’m not in place where I can move somewhere else I don’t have enough money, I am 22 but I still on my parents insurance they that are still paying for my stuff. I’m not out either. Sorry for unloading this on you it’s form what you said you have dealt with something similar and I was wondering if you had any advice?

First, I’m so sorry that this is the environment that you’re living in.

Second, you’ve heard it before and you’re going to hear it a million times more in the years to come - it gets better.

I do just want to preface this by saying that everyone’s experience is unique, and that, unfortunately, is part of learning to navigate all this. I don't have a ton of advice because I don't think I did a very good job handling it but maybe something in this really long post will help.

I was much like you. I remained closeted until my last year of law school. By then I had my own insurance. I was making money. I wasn’t living with my parents anymore. I told them while I was visiting for a week. I had no idea what their reaction would be. My suitcase was packed before I told them, just in case I got kicked out. I talked to each of them separately.

I came out because I got to a point where my shame was overwhelming me. Every waking moment of my life felt like a lie. I was prepared to lose everyone in my family to not have this shame anymore. I thought telling them would fix that. It did not. It didn’t magically take the shame away. But I wouldn't take back coming out. It gave me some freedom to accept myself more and to feel comfortable living my life without lying. (I know a lot of people tell you that staying closeted isn't lying, and they're right, it's not lying. But to me, the shame made it feel like I was lying. And maybe I hadn't been through enough transformation at that point to be able to separate it all.)

There is nothing wrong with remaining closeted out of necessity. Coming out will not solve all of your issues.

I don’t know how long you’ve known you’re queer. But I didn’t confirm I was until I was 19. Seven years as an adult passed for me between falling in love with a girl for the first time and telling my parents. Those were not easy years. For one, I was still learning to accept it myself.

I’m not out to my entire extended family but they’re smart people and I think many of them have figured it out. And yet, they think somehow that means they can come to me with their ignorant takes on being gay. My aunt just yesterday was complaining about all the rainbow things at the mall and about how people at pride can just get away with anything they want (untrue obviously).

Some people will remain bigoted and ignorant even after you’ve come out. And that remains your choice on how to handle that. For me, living away from family in a city that’s pretty accepting of lgbt folks has really helped. It’s a far cry from the extremely conservative town I grew up in. I don't fight back too much when they say stupid things but I do try to challenge why they believe something or to correct it with facts. As a person in our community, we are deeply aware of the issues we face. In recent years, it's become clearer and clearer to me that people outside our community simply aren't aware of these struggles. Sometimes education really is the answer.

I’ve heard lovely stories of previously bigoted parents who have changed after their kids have come out. It’s hard to say where your mom might fall on the scale. Do I think I'll ever be able to get my mom to come to a Pride event with me? Probably not. Do I think maybe I might be able to get her to be nice to my partner over Christmas or family dinner? That's more likely.

For me, coming out didn’t solve my problems. I came out in 2016. But until the other day, I thought my mom had either forgotten we had that conversation or she was actively in denial about it. It caused a lot of heartache for me because I’m pretty close to my mom. I drank a lot to forget it (do not recommend!).

Tumblr was a safe haven for me. It was a place I could come to where people were completely open and welcoming. It was a place that really helped me get comfortable with myself and gave me hope for a better future.

Patience is a virtue for us. I read somewhere recently that love is just how much patience you have for something. Have patience for yourself. Love yourself. It'll get you through the worst of this. There is nothing more important than learning to completely love yourself.

I’m going to say it again: There is nothing wrong with remaining closeted out of necessity. First and foremost, you have to make sure that you are safe. It's painful at times, definitely. But you have so many older queer people who you can lean on through those times. I think the next few years are going to be pretty awful for our community. And I hope we all lean on each other more.

I don't know if any of this was helpful to you. I hope something in here was. Keep holding on. Keep having patience for yourself. If you ever want to chat, my DMs are always open.

#ask #wow that was a long post

[i-like-turkey]

A conundrum

Would you rather:

Sort through a bunch of boxes knowing there is a high likelihood of discovering dead bugs in them?

OR

Let your mother sort through the boxes knowing there is a greater than zero chance of her discovering sex toys in the boxes? (pretend she’s conservative and can barely handle the thought of her children having sex out of wedlock; especially if it’s the sapphic kind)

Context: I’ve been in my apartment for 10 years. A while back I briefly moved to a different unit, so my landlord could redo my place (new floors & appliances). A moving company packed my stuff into boxes and moved them into a garage. I camped out in the spare unit for 3 weeks. The moving company came back and put everything into the closet of my redone place. Shortly after I killed a few roaches. That was the first time I’d ever had trouble with them. The rental office sent someone to spray. No more problems. But the theory is that they got into the boxes while they were in the garage because they don’t spray those as often as the apartments. That means all the boxes in my closet might have dead roaches in them and that’s why they’ve remained unpacked for years.

My mom is coming out at the end of August to help me pack and move. She’s unbothered by bugs. Her motto in life is, “you can always wash your hands.” I can’t vibe with that. My choice in Throw Pillows aside, I don’t handle bugs well AT ALL.

But...there’s the sex toy issue. I keep them stored in a suitcase near my bed. I know that suitcase does not include every toy I’ve owned since living where I live. I can’t remember if I threw stuff out. If I didn’t, they are probably in one of the boxes...hence the conundrum.

P.S. My mom is happy to help me do this. I have adhd that makes tasks like this incredibly difficult. If I wait until she arrives, she’ll pull stuff out of boxes, show it to me, and I’ll say keep or trash. It’s not like I’d be shifting labor onto her and then fucking around doing whatever. I DO want to get as much done as possible before she arrives so that we are less stressed in those days leading up to the move AND because the less we have to do means we’ll have more time to drive around town so that I can cry and say goodbye to people and places.

#moving #would you rather #tough choices #no win situation #adhd problems

[xemptywithyoux-old]

wait a minute, is eduardo ‘eddie’ hasan-vidal still in town? i thought i saw a flash of (heavy boots, the smell of fabric softener, an abandoned cup of coffee in the morning)! last i heard they were working as a(n) nurse and paramedic. when it’s the (aquarius)’s birthday on 02/14. i forget that they’re detached and celebrate that they’re reliable. i hear late night talking by harry styles every time i think of them.  ⌠taylor zakhar perez, 27, cis male, he/him ⌡ 

A B O U T tw: abortion mention

he’s a local. been here since he was born, and only left for college. his family is very steady on the middle class, didn’t have much of a hardship growing up and even inherited the old family car when he turned 17. 

he has a sister that’s one year older than him, but he hasn’t seen her in almost ten years. she turned eighteen and left town to never go back, which left him as the sole child of a family that put too many expectations on their children. 

eddie had always been a good kid, barely ever got in big trouble. he went through the rites of passage, being caught drunk (multiple times), crashed the car (barely made a scratch), aside from getting caught inside of it with a girl (neither of them had their tops on). his sister went through all of these, and more. way more. 

after eddie’s sister left home, all his parents’ hopes and dreams were placed onto him. his father wanted him to be a doctor, so he said goodbye to his dreams of star athlete or music star (his two hobbies), and ended up going to the best college they could afford. 

it was alright by eddie. he made friends easily, and of course didn’t take long before he found a girlfriend- the cutest girl he had ever seen, but perhaps the craziest one - and he fell head over heels for her. 

by sophomore year, they had been together for about eight months, when she came to his dorm on a thursday night with her eyes red and swollen. she was pregnant. it took eddie by surprise, because he was sure he had been careful every single time, but told her he would be there. he was scared to death, but he had been well educated, and even after a couple days the idea of being a father felt... compelling. even exciting. 

*tw* this girl disappeared for three days only to call him early morning to pick her up at planned parenthood. eddie drove as fast as he could- thought something bad had happened, but when he finally asked she simply said she got rid of it. “what?” “you heard me.” he let it happen. it was her choice after all, but a part of him was mourning something, but he wasn’t going to let it come between them. 

a couple months later, he found out about her cheating on him during more than half of their relationship, the pregnancy probably being this guy’s doing. it had to be, but he didn’t reproach it. he simply broke up with her. she made a scandal, yelled, cried and by the end of the week she had started a rumor about him forcing her to have an abortion. *tw over*

eddie’s life in college completely changed. he was stared at in the hallways, even teachers had somehow taken a stand against him no matter how hard he tried to deny it and tell the truth. he didn’t bother to finish the semester- packed all his stuff and drove back home. 

he became the family’s disappointment. specially because he didn’t care to explain what had actually happened. they were far too conservative and religious to even touch those subjects. he simply said it was not for him, and he would find a job in town. 

eddie has worked in every single business in town in the past eight years. but somewhere about three years ago, he decided to use what he had learned in med school for something, and took several courses to become a paramedic. he decided it was not too bad of a future to help people after all, and he found driving the ambulance pretty damn fun. 

he lives by himself with his dog- an old schnauzer that whines and barks way more than eddie speaks to him. but it’s okay. he fills up the empty space most of the time. 

C O N N E C T I O N S...

high school and life long friends. friends of his sister. hook ups, flings and exes from the past  hook ups, flings and people he flirts with nowadays. friends from the hospital people he sees at the hospital way too much his partner in the ambulance- basically best pal nowadays. little sibling-esque kind of connection and many more...... 

@liminalintro

#liminalintro #eddie.intro #eddie #intro #sorry i didn't mean to make it long

[volatilescene]

Statistics

NAME: Alara Ferah Baydar-Dawson

AGE: Thirty

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Female, She/Her

FACE CLAIM: Demet Ozdemir

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5'7"

DATE OF BIRTH:  October 28th, 1991

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Bachelor's in Art and Master's in Art History from NYU

OCCUPATION: Curator at One Mile Gallery

HOMETOWN: Ithaca, New York

Character Biography (TW: death, cons?)

Alara was the third of four children in an immigrant family as their youngest daughter. Growing up in Ithaca, the Baydar's didn't look anything like the rest of the town and they stuck out among them, especially since there was six of them. As she grew up in Ithaca, she was a handful and mischief seemed to follow her around. Everybody looked at her as if she was innocent because of her big eyes and charming smile, but she liked to cause hell. She would sneak out of the house, skip class, and if she tried to, she could get away with murder.  Still she managed to get into a good college away from home and even though it was going to hurt her to leave her family, she needed to experience everything outside of Ithaca.

While away she realized the expense of college and living on her own was too much and hated the idea of not having enough money. She figured out how to support her lifestyle doing the least amount of work as she possibly could. It was easy to con people out of their money with her doe eyes and charm and she realized she was really good at it. It helped her keep the lifestyle she was used to without help from her family. 

She graduated with her art degree and came back to Ithaca, because she did miss her family. Although not long after coming back her oldest brother, Zahir was tragically killed after a skiing accident left him with a brain injury. He left behind his three younger siblings, his wife and son. After his death, Alara felt lost and was inconsolable, especially since she spent the last four years away from home. Everything in Ithaca reminded her of him, so she decided to leave her hometown, and her family, for good.

She went to New York to get her master's in Art Conservation, but she encountered the same problem as before: a high maintenance lifestyle without the income for it and she was back to conning people. This time, she had met a wealthy man and realized that she wouldn't have to continue conning if she could pull this off. Marry a man and take his money.  Using a fake name, she was able to marry the man and slowly, took money out and put it in her own savings account. When she was finally satisfied, she divorced him and left for Vegas: a town full of con artists.

In Vegas, she spent her time taking advantage of tourists and more importantly, bachelors who would want no more than denying how far they went on their last night before they were bound to one person for life. However, a trip to the bar where she planned to use her notorious smile and winks to her advantage took a different turn, and snagging a wallet and a few free drinks from a lonely patron went a little farther. She met Pope Dawson and opportunity presented itself for more than just a quick job. He was in Vegas for a firefighter seminar, but she got him to stay for a few more days. A few dates later and learning just how to get what she wanted from him, but also enjoying the company she had after the fact, she had actually enjoyed sharing it with him. Tying her tricks with the perfect bow, his trip to Vegas ended with a glass ring on her finger that was soon replaced with something better the moment they moved into their new home. While Alara is still scheming, she enjoys some predictability at the end of her long day whether it be someone to hang up her jacket at 5 AM when she stumbles in or a bed that's not cold on both sides.

Now she's back in Ithaca, she hopes she doesn't have to explain to her family exactly what she's been doing these past ten years, or the fact that she's been married, divorced and married again.

Wanted Connections

the ex husband whom she conned out of money

exes from Ithaca

old friends from Ithaca

whatever you want

#alara: intro [colored vision flooding my eyes]

[myeroticstories]

From Manhattan to Munich (full revised)

Just revised this story to give new night to the reason Angelica ends up leaving Taylor for a guy, as established in “Destiny Awaits Us.”

From Manhattan to Munich: The Complete Saga

MF, MFF, MM, F-solo, M-solo, cybersex, oral, anal, shampoo bottle, dp

CHAPTER ONE – IN THE BEGINNING…

It was a nice spring evening in the quiet little town of Ansbach, Bavaria, Germany. The city was in the midst of one of its frequent festivals which attracted the townspeople as well as the tourists. The locals were dressed for the festival’s theme. There was plenty of dancing, plenty of food, and plenty of drinks. And in the back seat of a 1983 Renault, there was plenty of snogging as well.

Viktor and Victoria had been dating for two months. It was the longest relationship Victoria had been in in her twenty years of existence. The two had met at a previous festival. Victoria had been serving drinks, and Viktor had just taken a break from participating in a mock sword fight. Viktor noticed Victoria’s low-cut top which revealed a generous portion of her full breasts. Victoria caught Victor’s gaze towards her and rewarded him with a smile that seemed to melt his heart.

Victoria decided to sex up her image tonight because she wanted to lose her virginity to Viktor on this night. She was wearing a yellow sundress which fell to about mid-thigh. Victoria wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and began kissing Viktor with newfound urgency. She straddled his left leg which was raised up and began grinding her crotch against the hard muscle of his left thigh. Her virgin pussy was soaking wet. A wet spot began forming on the crotch of her white panties. The spot grew until the entire crotch area was see-through. The smell of her aroused pussy filled the confines of the subcompact. Suddenly Victoria’s gyrations became more urgent as she neared her release.

However without warning, Viktor grabbed Victoria firmly around the hips. Victoria groaned in frustration as she was denied her orgasm. “God dammit Viktor, that’s the second time this week! What gives?”

“Look around, Victoria. There are people around. What if somebody sees us? Remember what happened to that Russian guy?” A few weeks ago, a Russian man had been caught by a local cop in the midst of being blown by a prostitute. He was immediately arrested, and the next day before he faced deportation back to Russia, his name and face were plastered in the newspaper. That night, he was found in the back seat of his car dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

“Yeah but that was a prostitute he was caught with! I’m not a prostitute, Viktor. You have nothing to worry about,” said Victoria.

“Well what about your parents?” Viktor said, and Victoria froze in fear. Her parents were deeply religious. Sure they seemed to live a fairly liberal lifestyle - they were vegetarians, pro-choice, and pro-legalization - but when it came to family and pre-marital sex, they were about as conservative as they come. Victoria knew that if she was caught having sex out in the public like this, it would bring shame upon her family.

“Okay,” said Victoria. She looked down at his crotch and noticed that he didn’t even have an erection. She figured that the risk of being caught in public prevented his arousal. “Listen, Viktor. I want you. I need you. I’ll make an excuse to my parents to go spend the night at Anne’s, but I’m going to come to your place. This time, you won’t have to worry about getting caught.”

“Victoria, my parents will be home,” said Viktor.

“I don’t care, Viktor! You can even let them watch for all I care! For fuck’s sakes, Viktor, I’m not taking any more excuses! You’re going to fuck me tonight! End…of…discussion!”

“Okay,” said Viktor. “You win. Come by tonight. But you’ll have to sneak in through my bedroom window.”

Victoria could hardly contain her excitement. She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him hard. “See you tonight, darling,” she said. With a smile and a wink, she exited the car and headed home.

Victoria opened the door to the house and walked in. The house was dark. She walked to the kitchen and noticed a hand-written note on the refrigerator:

     Victoria,

     I have been called away on an important business matter. Your mother and I will be gone for

     a week. If you need me, you can call my cellphone. We trust you, darling.

     Love,

     Father

“So much for having to make an excuse,” said Victoria with a saucy grin. She went upstairs, filled her backpack with a change of clothes, and left the house.

She walked a block to Viktor’s house and noticed a strange car parked up front. She thought that relatives may be visiting. She noticed faint light coming from Viktor’s bedroom window. Judging by the motion of the points of light, she immediately knew what the source of light was: candlelight. Victoria was pleased to know that her boyfriend planned on taking her virginity under candlelight and moonlight. She saw a ladder leading up to his window.

“This is it,” said Victoria to herself. “There’s no turning back now.” She was determined to lose her virginity. She grabbed a rung and began climbing the ladder. However once she reached the top, her entire world crashed down.

Before her eyes was her boyfriend with his erect penis in the mouth of another person - a man. She saw him thrust his hips up driving his cock deeper into the throat of his male sex partner. “Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, suck my cock, Alex! Suck it good, you fag!” Viktor moaned as Alex licked his cock from base to tip before deep-throating all nine inches. Viktor reached for his nightstand and grabbed for his Baby Jesus butt plug. It was his favorite. He grabbed the bottle of Astroglide on the nightstand and poured it liberally all over the butt plug. He bit his lip as he easily inserted Baby Jesus into his back door. Then he flicked the switch at the base. And without warning, he came. “AAAAAH!” The first shot hit the back of Alex’s throat, making Alex gag and choke and causing Alex to pull off. The next shot shot up high in the air before painting Alex’s face and hair with the gooey, sticky mess. Viktor shot three more huge loads all over Alex’s face, and then the shots weakened until he was finally spent.

Victoria stared in disbelief at what happened. She wanted to cry. How dare her boyfriend cheat on her? Then she began thinking of recent things happening in their relationship: less time spent together, more time spent with his male friends, and the lack of an erection during their last several make-out sessions. Then she saw Alex drop his pants, revealing the hugest erection she had ever seen in her life. It was easily eleven inches long and almost three inches in diamater.

Alex grabbed the bottle of Astroglide from Viktor and squirted it wildly on his penis and massaged it in until his mammoth erection was slippery enough. “Now remember Viktor, push out like you’re taking a shit.” Viktor pushed with all his might, and Alex pushed forward. After a few tries, he succeeded.

Viktor threw his head back and howled. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” He keened as Alex’s gigantic cock slowly sank in. His wilted cock suddenly shot up to full erection as Alex’s glans pressed hard against his prostate. Viktor was no stranger to anal sex. He craved it. He lived for it. He loved it. But this was easily the biggest cock he had ever taken in his back door. Alex began thrusting in and out, and Viktor reached for the nightstand to grab an ampoule of amyl nitrate. He crushed it one-handed and thrust it under his nose and inhaled. His other hand reached for his own iron-hard cock and began masturbating wildly. There was a rushing buzz in his head. He felt prickles all over his body. He was sweating profusely. His cock burned inside and out as the combination of the recreational drug caused the pain of rough anal to combine with the unbearable pleasure of prostate stimulation, and the combination exploded in the strongest, longest, loudest, wettest orgasm of his life. “AAAAAUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” Shot after shot of pearly-white semen jetted forcefully from his urethra, painting Alex’s face, hair, and torso with Viktor’s spunk. Viktor’s asshole clamped down hard on Alex’s super-engorged penis. “AAARGH!” Alex threw his head back and howled as his orgasm took hold. His cock felt like it was about to burst as he fired several shots of jizz deep in Viktor’s bowels. A froth of jizz, lube, and santorum squelched out of Viktor’s distended anus. The two lovers collapsed in the bed and embraced and kissed hotly and deeply.

Victoria’s heart was broken. She climbed down the ladder and ran to her house in tears. She opened the door and ran upstairs to her bedroom and buried her face in her pillow as she sobbed hysterically. She had invested the last two months of her life in a guy who not only cheated on her, but also turned out to be gay. She felt so small and so humiliated. But then she fantasized about being Alex. She fantasized about fucking her ex-boyfriend up the ass. She had never felt so aroused in her life. She pulled her panties off and snaked a finger in her virgin slit with one hand, and she seized the burning-stiff pleasure bud of her clitoris with her other hand. She continued thinking about anal intercourse, and when she remembered Viktor painting Alex with his cum, she lost all control. “Ooo, ooo, ooo, oooOOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOOOOO! OOOOO! OOOOO! OOOOO!” Victoria keened as each orgasmic spasm tore through her. Her juices shot forcefully from her slit and drenched her bedspread in her feminine fluids. She pulled the stained bed fabrics from the bed and threw them in the upstairs washer, placed fresh sheets and a quilt on her bed, and collapsed on the bed.

After a couple hours, Victoria woke up. She saw the photo of her and her ex-boyfriend on her nightstand and angrily ripped it up. Then she got up and went to her computer to check her favorite photography forum. She had uploaded some of her photographs to the forum last week and noticed a reply from another user:

     I really enjoy your photographs! You have such an amazing talent!

     - Sean-Paul

CHAPTER TWO – A NEW LIFE IS BORN

I was looking outside the window of my apartment. The sun had just set, and the bright lights of Manhattan were slowly coming on. From my window, I had a perfect view of Times Square. I saw many neon signs flashing vivid colors. And the headlights of what seemed like millions of cars illuminated the streets. It was a welcome distraction from my paperwork.

I own a start-up tech company named XC Systems which has the computer industry talking. We were developing a new GNU/Linux-based operating system which would combine the best of traditional computing with the best of cloud computing. When I first saw the gOS operating system, I knew cloud computing was the wave of the future, even though gOS’ ways of implementing it left much to be desired. (Not to mention that their operating system had way too many bugs.) I have received numerous offers for buyouts, but the dollar figures have been so laughingly low that I balk at them. Several weeks ago, I turned down an offer from Mark Shuttleworth to buy my company and assimilate our technology and research into his company Canonical’s Ubuntu operating system. Why would I want to sell my company only to see our hard work be put into a rival company’s software? And when I saw the amount of money offered, I politely declined. There’s no fucking way I’m going to take $50 million just to see my hard work buried.

Besides, $50 million is nowhere near the net worth of my company. With all the contracts that we have with the GNU Project, Novell, Apple, and even the federal government, my company has a net worth of $75 billion. Now tell me: who in their right mind would sell a $75 billion company for $50 million?

Today, we had a board meeting. I was unable to be at the company headquarters today, so I joined in via Skype teleconference. I had just appointed my buddy from college Steven as the company’s new vice president of software research, so today I let him conduct the board meeting. He did quite well. I find board meetings to be very boring. (In fact, one day as a joke, I wrote “Today’s Bored Meeting” which had the executives roaring in laughter.) Every now and then, I decide to spend time at my apartment doing my own work. Today was one of those days.

I looked at my watch and noticed that it was 8:30 PM. “Better get ready,” I thought to myself. “Don’t want to stand up my date.” I was dating a beautiful black woman named Lanisha. She was twenty-five years old. She had just received her master’s degree in journalism at Duke University and was interning for Shepard Smith at FOX News. I felt bad for her because I knew how much of an asshole Smith is. I had met Smith at a charity fundraiser to raise funds for the medical bills of 9/11 rescue workers. When we got to the subject of the tech industry, he told me I was a “damn fool” to believe Linux can compete with Windows and Mac OS X. But when he alleged that Linux users were communists, I walked away but not before flipping him off and saying, “Fuck you, Shepard.”

I exited my apartment and rode the elevator twenty floors down until I reached the ground level. After I exited the building, I hailed a taxi and asked the cabbie to drive me to Lanisha’s home in Queens. Once we arrived, I paid him the fare and exited the cab. I walked to her front door and knocked. After a few moments, the door opened, and I was left breathless.

“You’re right on time, Sean-Paul,” said Lanisha with a DAMN sexy smile. Lanisha looked radiant. Her light brown skin had no imperfections whatsoever, not even a single blemish. Her dark brown eyes were capitvating. Her arched eyebrows gave her a very exotic look. Her full lips were red, plump, juicy, and oh so inviting. She was wearing a pink summer shirt with spaghetti straps; it was low-cut, exposing a generous portion of her breasts. And she was wearing skintight skinny jeans which accentuated her voluptuous badonkadonk. We embraced each other and kissed deeply. We had been going steady for five months. Lanisha broke the kiss and whispered into my mouth, “so where are we going tonight?”

“Anywhere you want, babe,” I whispered into her mouth.

“How about we just stay here and get in my bed and fool around,” Lanisha asked with a sultry expression on her face. The sultry expression and the sexually-charged inflection in her voice made me weak in the knees, and it made my cock throb. I pulled her in close and we kissed hard, deep, and fast, Lanisha began grinding her cunt on my raging tool, and the sensations were almost too much to bear. I pulled away from her body.

“Okay,” I said matter of factly. We went inside and closed the door. We ran right to her bedroom. Once we reached the bedroom, Lanisha turned off the lights, leaving the city lights and the moonlight as the only source of illumination. We embraced once again, and as we kissed with a renewed hunger, I reached around and grabbed each magnificent cheek of her sexy ass and squeezed. Lanisha snaked her tongue into my mouth. Then she began fumbling with my belt buckle, trying to undo my belt and slacks in record time. My hands raised up and pulled her summer shirt over her head, fully exposing her tits. Finally, she undid my belt buckle and yanked my slacks and underwear down in one motion. I undid the snap of her skinny jeans and pulled her jeans and her thong panties down in one motion as well. I pulled my shirt off, leaving both of us completely naked. I laid her down on her bed and began kissing my way down her neck and throat, tracing every contour of her throat with my tongue. Then my tongue went lower until I reached her heaving bosom. Her nipples were erect.

“EEE!” Lanisha cried out as I deliberately flicked my tongue out at the hard, pointed nub of her right nipple. My right hand seized her stiff left nipple and began lightly pinching it. I snaked my left hand down to the juncture of her thighs and shoved my middle finger into her slit while my thumb began to tease out her swelling clitoris. “Ah, ah, ah,” Lanisha moaned as her pleasure grew and grew. Finally, I decided it was time. My mouth left her nipple, and I began kissing my way down her fit stomach. I slid my tongue into her navel, making her squirm, moan, and gasp. And then I kissed down lower until I reached her aroused pussy. She was lubricating freely, the juices just oozing out. Her clitoris was fully erect, standing up proud and flushed with blood. I gently blew on it, and I was amazed to see it throb and to hear her let out a sharp cry as if she was about to cum. Now who am I to deny my girlfriend her release and ultimate pleasure?

I slid my finger out of her wet slit and pressed it against the wrinkled star of her anus. Finally, I decided it was time. I was going to make her go out of her mind. I slid my finger to the hilt, completely burying it inside her ass. Then I seized her stiff pleasure bud between my teeth, and I bit down and pinched her nipple hard at the same time.

“EEEEEEEOOOOOOAAAAAAAIIIIIII!!!” Lanisha cried out as her body was seized by a debilitating orgasm. “YIII! YIII! YIIIIIIIII!” She cried out as each spasm sent her into fits of ecstasy. Thick, pungent cream spurted out of her slit and into her mouth. I’ve tasted far better girl-cum that what Lanisha offers, but it was still intoxicating. I let her come down from her sexual high, but a minute later, I began sucking hard on her clit and rapidly fucked her ass with my finger until she was once again rising towards yet another climax. “Ah, ah, ah, AH, AH, AH, AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!” Lanisha squinted her eyes shut as a second climax smashed into her. This one seemed even stronger than her first. I felt her anus spasm around my finger, and I felt her pussy lips flutter as each orgasmic contraction tore through her.

Finally, Lanisha calmed down and got her breathing under control. Although she was exhausted, she still wanted my cock inside her. But I decided to let her rest a little bit. I laid down beside her, and we cuddled. “I love you, Lanisha,” I said.

“I love you, too, Sean-Paul,” she replied. “You need to fuck me soon, babe. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Shep expects his workers to be at one hundred percent.”

“Shep?” I asked.

“Shepard Smith,” she replied.

“I know who he is,” I said. “I just can’t believe you’d call that asshole that name.”

“Asshole? What do you mean by that?”

“I mean just that, Lanisha. He is an asshole. I have dealt with him personally. How do you think it feels for somebody to write off your hard work as ‘communism’? It doesn’t feel very good. And I don’t like the way he and the rest of FOX News act like a bunch of Republican Party shills. Now I’m not saying all Republicans are evil. But when you’re a Republican Party shill and dismiss anything you don’t agree with as communism and far-left ideology, that just doesn’t sit well with me.”

“You know what, Sean-Paul? Fuck you,” said Lanisha with obvious contempt in her voice. “You don’t know what goes on in there. It’s not what you think. And I’m not going to let you make false accusations against my employers or my boss. You know what? Just get the fuck out.”

“Lanisha, you’re overreacting,” I said. I went to hug her, and then she pushed me away and slapped my face.

“I MEAN IT, SEAN-PAUL! GET…THE…FUCK…OUT! I never want to see you again!” I got up, got dressed, and left her house. I hailed a taxi and asked the cabbie to drive me to my apartment in Manhattan. I arrived at the apartment building, and after I paid the cabbie his fare, I rode the elevator to my apartment. Once I entered my apartment, I headed straight for the kitchen and fixed a glass of Diet Coke and Canadian whiskey on the rocks. After I drank the mixed drink, I laid down on the sofa in the living room and fell asleep. Hopefully the drink would alleviate my blueballs. I had an alcohol-fueled dream about what happened with Lanisha. In my dream, I was contemplating suicide when I was stopped by a mysterious woman with dark brown curly hair and beautiful green eyes.

Then my cellphone rang and woke me up. I looked at the caller ID. It was Lanisha. I answered the phone.

“Sean-Paul, I’m sorry,” said Lanisha over the phone.

“You know what, Lanisha, fuck you. I don’t deserve to get slapped in the face like that. I don’t need any psycho bitches in my life. It’s over. Don’t ever speak to me again.” I hung up the phone. I got up and went to my computer. I opened up Facebook, and not only did I remove my relationship status with Lanisha, I also blocked Lanisha. Then I opened my Thunderbird email client and noticed that I got an email from my favorite photography forum. I read the email which stated that I got a personal message from the girl whose photos I praised:

     Dear Sean-Paul,

     Thank you SO much for the kind words!

     I’m kind of depressed right now. I just went through a nasty break-up.

     Can we chat? I’m on Skype as victoria.camluvr.

     Love,

     -Victoria <3

I opened my Skype client and searched for Victoria’s user name. I found it and added her. Within moments, it indicated that she was online, and in no time at all, Victoria sent a chat request. Not just any chat request, but a video chat request. I figured why not, so I accepted. And on my screen was shown the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I was enraptured by her beautiful green eyes, her full lips, and her dark brown curly hair. Was this the girl from my dream? I smiled from ear to ear, and Victoria returned with the sexiest smile I have ever seen in my life. Finally, I spoke. “I’m here.”

“Thank you,” said Victoria. “God damn you’re a gorgeous guy,” she said with a wink and a smile. Her European-sounding accent sounded oh so sexy.

“Thank you, Victoria. And you’re quite the looker yourself,” I replied. “Anyway, I’m sorry that you’re depressed. Let me guess. You were dating an asshole, and he cheated on you.”

“Yup,” she replied. “He cheated on me alright. He cheated on me with a man.”

“Do you know what that makes you,” I asked Victoria.

“No, what,” she asked back.

“Gay bait,” I said. And then Victoria let out the heartiest laugh I have heard in a long time. We were both laughing. This was actually one of the most pleasant chats I’ve ever had. “I had the same thing happen to me tonight, except my ex-girlfriend got mad at me for criticizing her boss.”

“Who is her boss,” asked Victoria.

“Shepard Smith from FOX News,” I replied.

“Wow,” said Victoria. “Anybody who would take up for an asshole like him isn’t worth dating.” And I had to agree with her. Looking back, Lanisha just seemed like bad news. She would criticize Iraq War protestors, vegans, animal rights activists, and any other group that received regular scorn from the FOX News crowd. “Were you going to fuck her tonight,” Victoria asked out of the blue.

I didn’t know how to respond. It really wasn’t any of her business, but as I looked at Victoria on my computer screen, I noticed that her face was flushed. Could it be that she was going through the same thing? So I got the courage to ask her, “Were you going to fuck him?”

“Yeah,” Victoria replied. “I climbed a ladder to his bedroom window, and then that’s where I saw him getting his cock sucked by Alex. And then I saw Alex take his pants off and shove his cock in Viktor’s ass.

“Yeah I was eating Lanisha,” I said. “I even made her cum. But right before I got the chance to fuck her, she had to go psycho-bitch on me all because I told her Shepard Smith is an asshole.” There was an odd silence, but then Victoria broke the ice by laughing. I laughed along with her. God she was beautiful. I was spellbound by her beauty. “I don’t mean to stare,” I said, “but I really haven’t seen anybody as beautiful as you.”

“Thank you, Sean-Paul. You are so sweet,” Victoria said. Then she flashed that smile again. I was feeling light-headed, and my cock was straining in my slacks. “Can I see your cock,” asked Victoria.

“What,” I replied.

“I want to see your cock,” Victoria said. “If you’re as horny as I am right now, then you’ll understand why I’m asking that. Show me your cock, and I’ll let you see me naked.”

“I-I-I gue-guess,” I stammered out. I stood up and unzipped my fly and pulled out my fully-erect cock. Victoria’s eyed widened.

“Good God, that’s HUGE,” said Victoria. “And I thought Viktor had a huge one. Okay, a deal’s a deal.” Victoria stood up and slipped off her yellow sundress, and then on my screen was a very beautiful and very naked woman with perfect breasts, a firm stomach, a narrow waist, perfectly-shaped hips, and the most beautiful shaven cunt I had ever laid my eyes on. I could tell she was horny; her entire crotch area was shiny from her secretions. “Jerk off for me,” asked Victoria with a sexually-charged inflection in her voice. And before I knew it, I was rapidly pumping my cock with both hands as I watched every sexy inch of her nude form. “Watch me touch myself,” Victoria said with arousal in her voice. She seized her fully-erect clitoris between her fingers and began tugging at it, jerking it as if it were a cock. “Oh God, I’m visualizing you sliding your cock into my virgin cunt and taking my virginity. Ah, ah, AH! Oh God fuck me, Sean-Paul, fuck me, fuck me.” Victoria’s fingers were like a blur as began masturbating frantically. I was getting more into it. I began pumping my cock faster and faster. Suddenly Victoria’s moans rose in volume and pitch. “Oh God I can feel your cock inside me, oh fuck me, fuck me, ooo, ooo, oooOOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOAAAAIII!” Victoria’s eyes squinted shut, and she threw her head back as she orgasmed on her fingers. Her feminine fluids gushed out of her spasming cunt with each spasm. Finally, she collapsed into her chair gulping for breath.

Now I was visualizing fucking my cock in and out of her virgin cunt. I fantasized that my hands was her cunt attempting to milk my cock dry, and the visualization was too much. “AAARRRGGHHH!” I shouted as my long-suppressed orgasm rocketed out of me. Shot after shot of thick ropes of semen blasted forcefully from my urethra. I collapsed into my chair, equally exhausted.

Finally, we got our breathing under control. “I’ll sleep very well tonight,” said Victoria. “Thanks Sean-Paul for tonight. Hope to see you again soon.”

“Me, too, Victoria,” I said. “Good night.”

“Gute nacht,” she replied. I turned on my favorite Queen internet radio station and let Freddie Mercury’s voice lull me to sleep.

     When love breaks up,

     When the dawn light wakes up,

     A new life is born.

     Sometimes I have to make this final breakthru…

     NOW!

CHAPTER THREE – LONG AWAY (AKA “SHEPARD SMITH’S SLOPPY SECONDS”)

“And that concludes today’s board meeting,” I said. I left the board room and made my way to my office. “More like a boring meeting,” I mumbled under my breath. Now don’t get me wrong. I love my company. It’s my pride and joy. I started the company with my friend Steven eleven years ago, and in the span of three years we took it from a company which made chump change to a company that grossed tens of billions of dollars a year. Not too bad for a punk ass kid from one of the roughest neighborhoods of Brooklyn. But still yet, there was just something missing. Sure we were making billions of dollars, but I still felt that we weren’t being taken seriously by the tech industry. Several business magazines write us off every day and dismiss our success as a “fluke.” How is making billions of dollars a year a “fluke?” I’m sorry, but I didn’t get into business just to kiss Rupert Murdoch’s ass. That’s not happening. I got into business to better myself and to offer people a product that they would use and enjoy. Now I’m not going to lie and say I don’t meet celebrities - or even date some - and discuss politics with Washington bureaucrats. That’s just something that anybody thrust into the spotlight ends up doing. I got into business for myself and my workers and my customers. I arrived at my office and paged my secretary. I told her I was going to relax and that I was not to be disturbed under any circumstances. When I’m in my office, I tend to kick back and relax as if I were home in my Central Park apartment. I walked over to a specialized computer setup running Ubuntu and loaded up some Pink Floyd MP3s in Rhythmbox. I took my shoes off and walked to my mini-fridge and pulled out an ice-cold bottle of Bud Light. I closed my eyes as the haunting synthesizer intro from “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” played over the computer speakers. Then I wondered if Victoria was on Skype. I opened up Skype, and didn’t see her on there. Then I remembered I added her on AIM. I opened my MacBook. After I opened my Pidgin chat client. I got an instant message.      lanishaxoxo: Sean-Paul, please talk to me. Fuck. It was Lanisha. I didn’t feel like talking to her. I needed to make it clear to her that I was not interested.      seanpaulxc: Sorry, don’t feel like it.      lanishaxoxo: Please. I need to talk to you. It’s important.      seanpaulxc: What did Sheppy do?      lanishaxoxo: I can’t talk about it on here. They might be watching what we say.      seanpaulxc: Who might be watching?      lanishaxoxo: FOX News, dumbass. They spy on our emails and chats. I shrugged and left out a sigh of discontent. It’s clear she wanted to talk in person.      seanpaulxc: So where then?      lanishaxoxo: My place. I get off work at 6. Please come see me.      seanpaulxc: Okay.      lanishaxoxo: Oh thank you! <3 Then she logged out. Great. I began to wonder if she was planning on trying to get us back together. However after meeting Victoria three nights ago, I wasn’t interested in Lanisha. I was interested in Victoria. But where did Victoria live? All I knew about Victoria was her name, her age, her beautiful face, and her sexy body. I thought maybe I should give Lanisha another chance. But what about Victoria? DAMMIT! I’ve never been so confused about two girls at the same time. I left about 5:30 and took a cab to Lanisha’s house in Queens. I knocked on the door, and in moments Lanisha opened the door. “You actually came,” Lanisha said with a smile on her face. I returned her smile. “Yeah, ‘cause I was worried about you.” I entered her house, and she closed the door. Lanisha offered me a seat on her sofa, and I accepted. She went to the kitchen, and she came back to the living room with two glasses of scotch on the rocks. That’s what I loved about Lanisha during our relationship. She knew what I liked. “Thanks,” I said as I grabbed my drink. “You’re welcome,” Lanisha said softly. We sat and enjoyed our drinks and idly chatted about odd stuff. Then I asked her, “so what did Shep do?” Lanisha looked down. She looked sad, as if she were about to cry. Then I saw a lone tear spill from her left eye. I put my left arm around her, and then suddenly she wrapped her arms around me, buried her face in my shoulder, and began sobbing hysterically. I wrapped my arms around her and gently rocked her back and forth, whispering nonsensical words of comfort into her ear. Then she stopped crying, and she looked into my eyes. I used my thumbs to wipe the tear tracks from her face. Then Lanisha’s left hand reached up for my face, gently tracing imaginary lines on my right cheek before caressing my lips. I returned the favor, using my left hand to do the same to her right cheek. And then my index finger touched her full, luscious lips. She planted a gentle kiss on my fingertip, and then her lips parted slightly before gently engulfing my finger with her mouth. “Oh fuck,” I sighed as she began suckling on my finger. Her right hand drifted down to the crotch of my slacks, and then she began running her fingers down the length of my hardening cock. I was still mad at Lanisha for what happened three nights ago, but God DAMN this felt fantastic. My left hand reached around her head, and then her left hand did the same, and we pulled each other in for a soul-searching kiss. My cock was half-hard from being fondled by her, but as soon as our lips touched and our tongues intertwined with each other, my cock shot to full hardness. Then Lanisha broke the kiss. “Please fuck me,” she whispered into my mouth. “Okay,” was all I could muster out. We got up and headed for her bedroom. Once we reached the bedroom, we grabbed each other and kissed with a passion we never experienced before. My hands slid down her back, reaching for her sexy ass. I squeezed each cheek in turn, sinking my fingers into her plump, juicy, pillowy buttocks. Then my hands raised back up and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and away, baring her luscious breasts. Then Lanisha’s hands reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. Then her hands reached for my belt buckle and hurriedly unfastened it and pulled my slacks and underwear off. My cock bounced wildly as it was freed from my fabric prison. Then I undid the snap of her skinny jeans and pulled them and her underwear off. Her cunt was already soaking wet. I laid her down on the bed, and then I wedged the crown of my cock right at her slit, sliding it up and down until finally I found her entrance. And then I pushed. “AAAII!” Lanisha moaned as my cock slowly slid into her vaginal passage. What we almost did three nights ago was happening now. She was burning hot on the inside. The heat and sensation of her insides were so unbearable that it took all my might to keep from cumming right on the spot. I pushed further in until finally my cock was completely buried in her cunt. I brought my head down to hers, and we gently kissed. But when I began the classic in-and-out motion and began to fuck my cock in and out of her pussy, our gentle kissing increased in intensity and fervor. I slid my left hand down to our intimate joining and coated my index finger with her feminine secretions, and then my finger reached for the wrinkled star of her anus and easily slid in. I pushed my finger up to feel my iron-hard erection through her vaginal and rectal walls. Sweat formed all over her body. Her moans rose in volume, pitch, and tempo until finally she exploded. “Ah! Ah! Ah! AH! AH! AH! AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHOOOOOWWWEEEEEEE!” Lanisha squinted her eyes shut and threw her head back and screamed as a cataclysmic orgasm rocked her from head to toe to core. The sensation of her cunt clamping down and rippling along the entire length of my erection was too much to bear. I found myself thrusting harder and harder until I came with an explosive cry. “AAARRGH!!!!” I thrust in one final time before shooting gob after gob of semen against the entrance to her womb. After a minute, we collapsed on the bed in a heap. Lanisha rested her head on my shoulder, and we cuddled in the afterglow of our lovemaking. “I love you, Sean-Paul,” said Lanisha. “I love you, too,” I replied. “So tell me, why were you so upset?” “Upset?” Lanisha said. “You sounded upset when you were on the chat, and you were upset when I asked you what Shepard did.” “No, Sean-Paul, I’m not upset. I’m happy!” Okay, now I’m confused. I knew Shepard from personal experience. He was an asshole and was capable of doing no good. Something weird was going on. “Lanisha, what’s going on?” “I got a huge promotion! I’m going to be doing a daily segment for his show Studio B! And all I had to do was let him fuck me!” WHAT?! I just had sex with Shepard Smith’s sloppy seconds? Oh my fucking God. I could just crawl in a hole right now. I wanted to puke. I got up and got dressed. Lanisha looked at me quizically. Then I told her, “You’re pathetic.” Then I left her house, hailed a taxi, and went home. As soon as I got home, I headed straight for the shower. I felt disgusting. I felt like I had Shepard Smith’s germs all over me. I turned the shower on full force. I stayed in the shower until I ran out of hot water. After I got out of the shower, I got on my computer and blocked Lanisha on AIM. Then I noticed Victoria on AIM. I knew right there that I wanted Victoria. I PMed her.      seanpaulxc: Hello darling.      victoria.camluvr: Sean-Paul! <3      seanpaulxc: God I feel so disgusting.      victoria.camluvr: Why?      seanpaulxc: I just had sex with my ex.      victoria.camluvr: Lanisha?      seanpaulxc: Yeah. She practically raped me lol.      victoria.camluvr: LMFAO!      seanpaulxc: Wanna know the worst part?      victoria.camlubr: Sure.      seanpaulxc: She’s been fucking Shepard Smith.      victoria.camluvr: EWWW!      seanpaulxc: Yeah. My ex is Shep’s sloppy seconds LOL!      victoria.camluvr: LMFAOOOO!      seanpaulxc: I need to see you right now.      victoria.camluvr: I know, me too. :)      seanpaulxc: Let’s get on Skype.      victoria.camluvr: Okay. <3 I opened up Skype, and within moments Victoria showed up on my screen. She was wearing a very sexy babydoll nightie which looked almost way too small for her. I couldn’t help but to stare at her. God I wanted her. I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I want her. “I wish you were here with me right now, darling,” I said. “I wish you could crawl through the computer screen and just hold me, kiss me, and fuck me,” Victoria replied. I smiled. And she smiled back. I was in love with a complete stranger. I didn’t know where she lived. All I knew was her name, age, and her physical beauty. Nonetheless, I was in love with her. I felt things for her that I’ve never felt for anybody else. I had to tell her how I feel. “I love you, Victoria,” I said. Victoria smiled, and then I noticed tears coming from her eyes. “Ich liebe dich,” she replied. Now it was becoming clear. Three nights ago, she told me “good night” in German. And now she just told me “I love you” in German. She was German. I was in love with a girl from Germany. “Be right back, have to get something,” Victoria said.  “Okay,” I replied. She got up and disappeared for about a minute. Then she came back - completely naked. She had shed her nightie. Then I noticed something in her hand. It was a flesh-colored dildo. “You gonna fuck yourself with that,” I asked. “Of course,” Victoria replied with a smile and a wink. “But only if you get out of those clothes so I can see that big cock of yours.” As I stripped, Victoria brought the dildo to her lips and began tonguing the appliance from the simulated glans to the base and then back up. My cock shot to full hardness from visualizing that the dildo was my cock instead. I closed my eyes and imagined feeling her tongue sliding up and down my shaft.  “Suck my cock, Victoria.” I was lost in my fantasy. And then I opened my eyes, and I saw Victoria sliding the rubber glans between her lips, and she began simulating fellatio on the dildo. I grabbed my throbbing tool in my hands and began pumping it furiously, imagining that it was her mouth instead of my hands. The sensations were unbearable. “Take it all the way down your throat, you cock-hungry deep-throater!” I husked out. Then I saw Victoria’s hand slide between her legs as she began to pleasure herself. Now I wanted her to get lost in the fantasy as well. “Grab your stiff clit and pinch it and pretend that your fingers are my teeth.” “UUMH!” Victoria moaned around the flesh-colored dildo as my words turned her on. She began sucking harder on the rubber cock. Her hand diddled her stiff pleasure bud faster and faster. My cock was leaking pre-cum freely as I pumped faster and faster. “Pretend I’m going to shoot my cum down your throat!” Victoria’s gyrations became more frantic, and her hand accelerated its masturbation of her clit. She imagined that I was ejaculating into her mouth, and she lost all control. “OOOoooOOOUUMMMPPPHHHH!!!” She shouted around the dildo as her body was seized by an intense climax. I could have sworn that I saw her juices squirting from her slit. I visualized pushing my tool past her epiglottis and shooting my cum directly into her stomach, and without warning, I shot. “AHHHHH!” I shouted as the deep-throating fantasy suddenly brought me to my climax. Shot after shot of life-giving jizz erupted from my piss-slit. It shot high in the air before splashing down on my torso. After five or six massive shots, weakening shots oozed down the shaft of my spent cock until I had no more to offer. I fell back in my chair. I opened my eyes and noticed that Victoria had collapsed into her chair as well. We were both panting and gulping as if we had run a mile. My room reeked of sweat and cum, and I’m sure her room reeked of sweat and cunt juice. “We have got to meet each other sometime and do this,” I said. “Oh fuck yes,” Victoria replied. “Under one condition.” “What?” I asked. “That we fuck for the first time in a jacuzzi,” she replied with a sexy smile and a wink. “Deal,” I said. Then I remembered that I have to take a business trip to San Francisco tomorrow. “Listen, I have to go to San Francisco tomorrow on a business trip. I better get some sleep. Gute nacht, darling.” “Gute nacht, Sean-Paul,” she replied with a smile. After she logged out of Skype, I turned my MacBook off, fixed a glass of Diet Coke and Canadian whiskey on the rocks, drank it, and went to bed.

CHAPTER FOUR – THE GIRL WITH THE SHAMPOO BOTTLE

I woke up about 4 AM. Since the board members don’t work on weekends, I usually sleep in and don’t wake up until around 10 AM. However, I had a particularly bad dream. In my dream, Lanisha and I were fucking, and then suddenly out of the blue she turned into Shepard Smith. It was truly a horrific dream. I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom. I turned on the cold water in the bathroom sink and splashed my face with cold water, trying desperately to forget the fact that I had fucked Shepard’s sloppy seconds. I got up and turned on the TV. I changed the channel to TCM and watched the Fritz Lang silent classic Metropolis. It’s always been one of my favorite movies. As I watched the movie, I was amazed to notice how the movie pretty much summed up my current love life. I compared Freder’s blossoming romance with Maria with my blossoming relationship with Victoria. And then I saw Rotwang’s robot clone of Maria acting like a whore, and immediately I thought of Lanisha. And then I watched the end of the movie. Freder and Maria were reunited. But how can I be reunited with somebody whom I’ve never met? And then I saw the final title card:      THE MEDIATOR BETWEEN HEAD AND HANDS MUST BE THE HEART! Victoria was my heart. With my head, I created a billion dollar empire. With my hands, I molded my billion dollar empire. I had billions of dollars…and nobody to share it with. Being a billionaire sure had its perks, but it gets lonely at times. Sure I’ve had relationships before, but I’ve never truly loved anybody, including Lanisha. Looking back, my desire for Lanisha was centered around her physical beauty. But other than her physical assets, she really offered nothing interesting to me. Now with Victoria, it was different. We talked about movies, current events, culture, and just about everything else you can think of. We have intellectual conversations about everything. Victoria’s intellect and her sweet personality were a great compliment to her physical beauty. She was the total package. God I wanted her! I got on my MacBook and opened Facebook in Google Chrome, and upon Facebook opening, it indicated that I had a friendship request. I clicked on the icon, and I got a friend request from a woman named Victoria Köhler. Then I noticed the photo in her icon. It was Victoria! I readily accepted the friendship request. I clicked on her name and found out that she lived in a town named Ansbach. I looked up Ansbach in Wikipedia and found out that it was in the German state of Bavaria.  Then I noticed another alert popping up on my friend request button. I clicked on it, and Victoria had indicated that we are in a relationship. Oh my. Should I accept? I mean I’ve never met her in person. But then I thought of all the pleasant conversations we’ve had in addition to the intense cybersex we engage in from time to time. I figured what the hell and confirmed the relationship. Then I clicked on my name and saw the brand new post on my timeline:      Sean-Paul DeCraig is in a relationship with Victoria Köhler. It was official. Well, “Facebook-official” to be exact. Then my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw a strange number. Normally, I do not accept phone calls from strange phone numbers. But something told me to answer it. I picked up my cellphone and hit the Send button. “Hello?” I said. “Thank you for accepting my friendship request and my relationship request, darling,” Victoria said. “You’re welcome, my love,” I replied. We talked on the phone for several minutes. I wish we had time for some phone-sex, but I had a plane to catch in a couple hours. “I can’t stay on the phone too long, Victoria. I have to get on a plane and fly to San Francisco.” “Oh you’re no fun,” Victoria said with a little sarcasm in her voice. “Well, be safe. I love you.” “I love you, too, darling,” I replied. I hung up and got ready. The flight to San Francisco was pretty nice. We had a layover in Kansas City. I remembered the last time I was in Kansas City. It was eight months ago. I had met this girl named Taylor. She was amazing in bed. For some reason, she had a weird obsession about fucking herself with shampoo bottles. One night after we got done fucking each other’s brains out, she asked me to shove a shampoo bottle up her cunt and shove another one up her ass and fuck her with both shampoo bottles at the same time. The orgasms she experienced from the shampoo bottle sex were monstrous. We finished the session with my cock buried in her cunt while I shoved a shampoo bottle up her ass and made her cum countless times. After our layover in Kansas City, we flew to San Francisco. Upon arriving in San Francisco, I was picked up by a limousine. I entered the limo, and I was greeted by a familiar face. It was Barack Obama, the President of the United States. “Good to see you again, Barack.” “Same to you, Sean-Paul,” the President replied. I had met President Obama at Dartmouth. He came to my college politics class to give a lecture on the Constitution. At one point, Obama spoke on the flaws of the Constitution. Many in the class objected to the future President’s perceived hatred of the Constitution, but I defended him and pointed out examples of his points. Because of this, the class was able to restore order, and had a long, lengthy discussion about the Constitution’s pluses and minuses. “I knew you’d have a bright future when I met you,” Obama said. “By the way, thanks for accepting the invitation.” “You’re welcome,” I replied. “So where are we going?” “Have you ever heard of the Bilderberg Group?” Obama asked. “That’s the group that those conspiracy theorists say is a bunch of rich elitists planning a global government,” I replied. “Is there any truth to their claims?” “None at all,” the President replied. “All Bilderberg is is a debater’s club. We just sit down and have rational discussions with everybody.” “Like our discussion about the Constitution we had at Dartmouth?” I asked. “Exactly,” replied Obama. We arrived at the most luxurious hotel in San Francisco. I saw protestors lined up across the street, and I saw police patrolling the area. I saw a fat guy holding a megaphone. When I heard his gravelly Texas accent booming from the microphone, I instantly knew who it was. I heard him ramble on about many conspiracy theories including 9/11 and population control. Poor Alex Jones. He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.  I remember 9/11 as if it were yesterday. Steven, myself, and a Dartmouth classmate named Gregory had just founded XC Systems and rented office space on the sixteenth floor of WTC 1. On that day, Gregory arrived earlier than usual. Steven and I had a huge breakfast at a diner on Fifth Svenue. And then we heard an explosion. We ran out and saw the World Trade Center on fire. And then we saw the crater that the plane made. Our company headquarters were located in the heart of the crater. I thought our business was done for. But we persevered. And although 9/11 happened almost 11 years ago, it took ten years for Gregory’s remains to be identified by DNA testing. It’s amazing how Alex Jones can say Bush blew up the World Trade Center as his “Reichstag Fire” when the truth is Bush isn’t smart enough to ride a Segway, much less plan any false-flag attack. Finally, we pulled in the garage and exited the limo. The secret service escorted us inside to the meeting. The Bilderberg meeting was fantastic. I had such a great time having intellectual discussions with everybody from David Rockefeller to even Bill Gates. Gates and I had a long discussion about the tech industry, and he told me that I was a visionary and that my company would become the biggest tech company of all time. A few days later, a bunch of us got together and travelled to Monte Rio and the Bohemian Grove. And once I was inside, I found out that once again Alex Jones doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about. The “Cremation of Care?” It’s nothing but a play. And like Bilderberg, Bohemian Grove was all about intellectual discussions. Oh, and you also get to piss on a giant redwood tree with Henry Kissinger. After the festivities were over, I thought about flying back home, but for some reason I decided to fly to Kansas City. I never told Taylor that I was a billionaire. I just have a feeling that she’s like the type that would be a gold-digging piece of shit who would marry me just to get her hands on my money and spend it on God knows what. I stopped at the Whole Foods Market to check out the deli’s vegetarian offerings. (In case you don’t know, I’m a vegan.) I order a spicy black bean veggie burger with vegan mayo and a carrot-apple juice. After paying for the veggie burger and the juice, I walked outside and sat down and ate. After I got up, I walked to my car and bumped into who I thought was a kid. “Watch where you’re going, kid,” I said with a little agitation in my voice. Then I saw them. It was no kid. It was Taylor. “TAY!” “SEAN-PAUL!” We ran to each other and hugged. She jumped in my arms and wrapped her legs around me and held tight as if her life depended on it. I looked into her eyes and noticed her smile. Her smile was fucking beautiful. The feeling of my ex-girlfriend’s body against mine brought back vivid memories of our past sexual relationship, and the memories caused my cock to shoot to full hardness. Then she pulled my head towards hers and she kissed me. If we could have gotten away with it, I would have fucked her right there in the parking lot. We walked to my rental car, and we drove until we found a hotel where we could be alone. As soon as we entered our hotel room, I sat down on the sofa. Taylor sat down on my lap, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It’s been nearly six months since we last fucked. Six months of longing flowed out of both of us. We never officially broke up, so we had a lot of catching up to do. I felt Taylor’s tongue sliding against my own. I eagerly accepted the invitation, and we began deeply frenching. Taylor wasn’t like most girls I’ve been with. She was a tiny girl, about 4’10” and weighed about 95 pounds. She was pretty much almost flat-chested , but for a girl her size, she had a very nice juicy bubble butt. Taylor’s tight jeans showed off her ass and her cameltoe. I picked her up and brought her to the bed, and after I laid her down, I began removing her clothes until she was completely naked. I brought my lips to a nipple, and my tongue flicked out. For somebody who had tiny breasts, her nipples were ultra-sensitive. I remembered how easy it was for her to cum just from nipple stimulation.  “Ah, ah, AH!” Taylor sighed explosively as I made love to her tiny tits. I began sucking hard on her left nipple, and then my left hand reached for her other nipple. I seized the nub of her erect left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and I seized the nub of her erect right nipple between my teeth. I bit down and pinched at the same time. “AH! AH! AH! AIIIIEEEE!” Suddenly, Taylor cried out. Her fists were beating against the bed as her climax tore through her. Her juices flowed out. She wasn’t much of a squirter. I could smell her arousal.

I could take no more. I quickly stripped until I was as naked as she was. Her eyes widened, and she smiled seductively as ten inches of erect penis was before her eyes. I reached in my suitcase and pulled out a shampoo bottle and a bottle of Astroglide. The shampoo bottle was as long as my cock and slightly bigger in diameter. I grabbed the bottle of Astroglide, opened it, and squirted it on my penis. Then I placed a pillow in the center of the bed and laid Taylor on the pillow belly-first. Her sexy bubble butt poked up invitingly. I spread her sexy cheeks apart, exposing her back door. I lined up the crown of my cock with the wrinkled star of her anus. I began teasing her vaginal entrance with the shampoo bottle. Then I shoved the shampoo bottle in, and then my cock pressed home. “YIIIIIEEEEEEE!” Taylor threw her head back and shrieked as yet another orgasm tore through her. I’ve always been amazed at how fast she can reach orgasm. The last time we fucked, she achieved eleven orgasms before I shot into her cunt. As Taylor came down from her second orgasm, I began sliding my cock in and out of her ass. Then Taylor’s hand joined mine and helped me slide the shampoo bottle in and out of her juicy cunt. The shampoo bottle was soaked with her secretions. Then my hand left the shampoo bottle and searched for her clitoris. I found it. It was fully erect and standing up proud. I began frigging her stiff pleasure bud, and when I sensed that she was close, I removed my hand and pulled my cock completely out of her ass. “No, don’t pull out…” Taylor whined. “Relax, babe,” I said. I turned her around so she was laying on her back. Then I brought my cock to her gaping asshole and shoved myself back in to the hilt. “OOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOOEEEE!” Taylor threw her head back and howled as yet another climax tore through her. I resumed pumping my burning stiff cock in and out of her rectum. She pumped the shampoo bottle in and out of her cunt faster and faster. Then I grabbed the shampoo bottle with my left hand and while I pressed it up to torture her G-spot, I seized her clit between my thumb and index finger and pinched it hard. And suddenly, Taylor exploded. “AAAAAAAOOOOOWWWWWWEEEEEEEE!” Taylor squinted her eyes shut and threw her head back as the most intense orgasm of her life sent her into fits of debilitating spasms. And for the first time in her life, she squirted. Creamy, aromatic nectar shot forcefully from her slit, shooting up high in an arc, hitting me squarely in the face. I eagerly drank down her nectar. For roughly a minute, Taylor squirted and squirted, drenching my face until her spasms weakened and reducing her squirting to a mere trickle. The taste of her juices, the smell of her arousal, and the feeling of her rectum clamping down hard on my cock became too much for me. I began pumping my cock in and out of her ass at a feverish pace, and then I felt my nuts draw tight against my body and my cock expand, and then I came. “AAAAAAH!” I cried out as my own orgasm rocketed out of me. The first shot squirted deep into her bowels. Five more explosive blasts of semen shot out, and finally I was spent. I maneuvered ourselves without disengaging myself from Taylor’s ass until I was laying on my back and Taylor was laying down on top of me. I ran my hands slowly up and down her sweaty naked back and down to her ass. I gently cupped each buttock and kneaded them lovingly. “That feels so nice,” Taylor said in a daze. “I wish we could just do this for the rest of our lives.” Then she brought her lips to mine, and we kissed deeply. My cock slipped out of her ass, and a river of brown-tinted semen oozed out. I grabbed my underwear off the bed and wiped my cock clean of the mess of semen and shit. 

My previous relationship with Taylor was one of the most intense relationships of my life. She was a freshman at a local university. I had met her while I gave a lecture to her college’s computer classes, and later that night we ended up in my hotel room with my hard cock buried in her tight cunt. It was that night that I found out about her shampoo bottle fetish. We had sex almost on a daily basis. We did everything from vaginal to oral to even anal. One time, we almost got caught by her mom Terri and her aunt Mindy. I had just brought Taylor home, and we ended up fucking in the back seat of my car. Taylor was about to reach her orgasm when she saw her mom and aunt approaching in her mom’s car. We disengaged and hurriedly put our clothes back on. Taylor introduced me to her mom, and we had a pleasant conversation about the college and Taylor’s studies. But I got bad vibes when I met her aunt Mindy. Mindy gave me a look of somewhere between hate and suspicion. I always wondered if she suspected Taylor and I of having a sexual relationship.

As we continued deeply kissing, I pulled the shampoo bottle out of her juicy cunt and slowly massaged her gaping, leaking asshole with the tip. My cock was coming back to life. I slowly slid the shampoo bottle inside her ass until the tip remained. Taylor felt my cock hardening all over again against her cunt. She began hunching her cunt against my erect penis. When I was fully erect, I lined the crown of my cock with her vagina; her vagina was still gaping from the shampoo bottle fuck. I rolled us over so that Taylor was once again laying on her back. My cock was sore with desire. I had to have her. I wedged the crown of my cock against her entrance, and then I pushed.

“AAAAAAAHIIIIEEEEEEEE!” Taylor squealed as the feeling of ten inches of erect cock slowly filling her brought her to yet another orgasm. I relished in the glorious feeling of her vagina rippling and contracting down the length of my penis. I began pumping my penis in and out of her sex. She seized her stiff pleasure bud between her fingers and started masturbating frantically. My left hand seized her erect right nipple and pinched it, and her moans rose in volume and pitch until she shrieked. “Aah! Aah! AAH! AAH! AAH! AAAAIIIIEEEEE!” Taylor trembled violently as a climax smashed into her. Her cunt fluttered down the entire length of my cock, and although it felt exquisite, I was nowhere near orgasm. After Taylor’s orgasm subsided, I pressed the shampoo bottle up to rub it against my cock through her rectal and vaginal walls. “AAAH! AAAH! AAAH! AAAAAOOOWWEEEE!” Taylor screamed as her body trembled all over in a violent orgasm. Still yet, I was not ready for my release. Finally, I decided it was time. I reached into my pocket and retrieved a popper and crushed it in my hand. The sharp, sweet smell of amyl nitrate soaked the cloth. I thrust the popper under her nose. Taylor inhaled the fumes, and in mere moments the effects took hold. She began sweating profusely. She felt tiny prickles all over her body. Her throbbing, burning stiff clitoris flared like a torch between her fingers. And then my fingers left her erect nipple only to join her hand. I seized her stiff pleasure bud between my fingers, and I pinched it hard. “EEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”  Taylor threw her head back and squinted her eyes shut and let out a horrific scream of pure, raw pleasure as she exploded in the most powerful orgasm of her life. Hell, it was probably the most powerful orgasm of anybody’s life. Her entire body trembled violently as her cunt spasmed around my cock. While in the middle of a debilitating orgasm, I pressed the shampoo bottle up once again to rub against my cock. “YIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!” She screamed as a second orgasm tore through her. Creamy, aromatic nectar squirted from her cunt, drenching both of us in her juices.

The knowledge of bringing my ex-girlfriend Taylor to multiple orgasms was too much for me. I felt my testes draw up right against my body, and I felt my cock expand, and my cum spurted hot and deep into her womb. “AAAIIIEEEEE! EEE! EEE! EEE!” Taylor’s head dropped down as she started to come down from her orgasm, but the feeling of my scalding-hot jizz splashing against her cervix caused her to throw her head back and scream as the feeling of liquid heat spurting inside her triggered yet another orgasm. Finally, we were spent. We collapsed in a cuddle, both of us gulping for breath as if we both ran a mile. In the afterglow of our lovemaking, we began lightly kissing. Then I heard my phone ring. “No, don’t answer it.”

“I have to. I’m a businessman, you know,” I said. I looked at the caller ID. It was Steven. I answered the phone. “Hello?” “Dude you’re not gonna believe this,” Steven said with excitement in his voice. “Believe what?” I asked. “Sean-Paul, we just got an offer from a Cristian Hermann in Munich to buy our company…for seventy-five BILLION dollars!” Holy fuck. Seventy five BILLION?! “Plus he has friends in the media who can help us with advertising and such! With this deal, we can be mainstream!” I can’t believe it. My dream of turning my company into a global empire may be coming true. “I’ll take a flight to Manhattan ASAP,” I said. Then I hung up the phone. I got up and put on my clothes. “Taylor, I’m sorry, but I have to get back to New York. I just got an offer from somebody to buy my company for a ridiculous amount of money. “Aww shucks, and I was gonna let you fuck my cunt again,” she said. “But I’m happy for you! I’m sure several thousand dollars will make you richer.” “You mean several billion dollars,” I said with a wink. “WHAT?!” Taylor shouted in surprise. “You just had sex with a billionaire,” I said. After Taylor got dressed, I drove her home. Her mom Terri and her aunt Mindy were waiting. I got along great with Terri, but Mindy was a bitch on wheels. I said my goodbyes, and I gave Taylor a good-bye kiss. And of course, she had to snake her tongue into my mouth. I broke the kiss and whispered into her ear, “the next time we’re together, I’ll fuck you cunt again.” As I whispered those words into her ear, my hand drifted down and I deliberately pressed my thumb against her cloth-covered clitoris. I heard her catch her breath as pleasure temporarily washed through her. Then we kissed once again, and I caught a glimpse of Mindy giving me a death stare. “I think your aunt Mindy is jealous,” I said with a wink. I kissed Taylor one final time, and I headed for the airport. I arrived in New York at about 9 PM. I took a cab to my apartment building. I arrived at my door, unlocked it, and entered my apartment. I turned on my desktop computer and checked my email. Victoria sent me some lovely photographs she took that day, and she wrote me a poem. I read the poem, and I suddenly felt like a jackass for sleeping with Taylor. Victoria’s poem made me feel loved. This woman truly loved me. And I knew that I loved her, but reuniting with Taylor made me question my self-worth. I suddenly felt worthless of Victoria’s love. I had to do something. I called Taylor. “You awake?” I asked. “Yeah,” Taylor said. “Listen, this isn’t easy for me to say, but -” “You don’t have to say it, Sean-Paul. You’re in love with somebody else. I saw your relationship status on Facebook. It’s okay. I just want to thank you for loving me.” “You’re welcome, Taylor. Maybe you can call your ex-girlfriend Angelica and see if there’s something still there.” We laughed together. “Good night, Tay.” “Good night, Sean-Paul.” We hung up. I called Steven, and we set up a special board meeting for tomorrow to discuss the buyout.

CHAPTER FIVE – CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE

Tomorrow, we were going to have a board meeting. It was going to be the most important board meeting we’ve ever had in our eleven years of existence. We started off in a nice office on the thirteenth floor of WTC 1 just three months before 9/11. On 9/11, we lost our friend Gregory, and the financial losses nearly destroyed our company which was just in its infancy. We were forced to relocate our operations to a shared apartment where I still live to this day. After a long night’s sleep, I woke up about 7 AM. I was still a little tired, considering that I spent yesterday flying to Kansas City and having hours of sex with my ex-girlfriend Taylor. I forced myself to get out of bed, and I went to the bathroom and took a cold shower. The shower was invigorating and refreshing, and it helped me wake from my grogginess. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and put on some clothes and checked my email. I checked my email: nothing important, and nothing from Victoria. I re-opened the last email she sent me with the poem. I read the poem again, and my heart warmed at the love and affection she poured out to me in her own words.  The poem made me realize what was important to my life: Victoria. I had to put my past behind me in order to move forward, and in order to move forward with Victoria, I had to put my past with Taylor behind me. Then my phone rang. I checked the caller ID. It was Taylor. “Hello?” I answered. “Hey Sean-Paul, you have a minute,” Taylor asked. “Actually, I have all day. Today’s gonna be a lazy day since I’m not doing business until tomorrow.” “Oh goodie! Meet us at La Guardia! We’ll be landing in about an hour! Bye!” Then Taylor hung up. What did she mean by us? Oh dear God, I hope her aunt Mindy didn’t find out about our sexual relationship and was dragging Taylor here to confront me…or worse. After all, Taylor was just seventeen when we first met and fucked. I decided whatever it was, it had to be dealt with. I was a responsible businessman, so I approached this as a responsible businessman. I finished getting ready, and I left the apartment and took a taxi to La Guardia. I arrived at La Guardia about thirty minutes later. I hated waiting in a busy airport. I decided to go to the Starbucks in the airport. I turned on my phone and texted Taylor and told her I would be waiting for her in Starbucks. I ordered a tall coffee, and I sat down and drank the java juice as I waited for my ex to show up. I waited about fifteen minutes. I looked out the window, and I saw a group of people walk by. I saw a bunch of people wearing Kansas City Royals memorabilia. I figured Taylor’s plane had landed early. I saw a fat hillbilly-looking guy wearing a Los Angeles Dodgers uniform. He had scraggly hair, a receding hairline, and a full beard which he dyed blue. Then I saw the name on the back of his uniform: SEXTON. Oh dear God, it was that “Troy From West Virginia” who made those creepy YouTube videos about his man-crush on Joe Beimel. I felt sorry for him.

After he walked on by, I saw the door to Starbucks open up, and then in walked Taylor and another girl. Taylor’s companion was slightly taller than her. I noticed that she was wearing a tight t-shirt and tight blue jeans. Her breasts were definitely larger than Taylor, and her hips and butt had more curviness than Taylor’s. I instinctively knew who it was from Taylor’s Facebook photos. I motioned for them to join my table. I got up and gave Taylor a hug. I was much tallen than her 4’10” frame. I gave Taylor a kiss on the cheek. “Welcome to New York City,” I said. “Thanks,” Taylor replied. I went to kiss her cheek again, but she turned so that my lips landed squarely on her lips. We broke the unintended liplock - well, I assume it was unintended - and Taylor smiled at me and winked. I couldn’t help but smile at her. She was the hottest fuck I’ve ever been with. I felt my cock harden as I visualized fucking my ex-girlfriend into countless numbers of orgasms for the second straight day. Then I remembered that she wasn’t alone. “So,” I said, “are you going to introduce me to Angelica?” Taylor laughed. “Angelica, this is my ex-boyfriend Sean-Paul.” Angelica looked at me and drifted her eyes up and down to look at me. Then her gaze fell down the obvious bulge in my slacks. “Sean-Paul, this is Angelica…my ex-girlfriend. Angelica, Sean-Paul is a billionaire.” I looked Angelica in the eyes. Holy fuck, she was gorgeous. Gorgeous dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, creamy white skin, kissable rosy red cheeks, and luscious lips which made her mouth look like a delicate heart. Angelica was wearing a low-cut top which revealed a generous portion of her breasts. I hurriedly returned my gaze to her eyes. I saw the blush in her cheeks grow. I turned away from Angelica and looked at Taylor. Her face was flushed as well. “Let’s get a hotel somewhere,” I said. “Okay,” Taylor replied. We got in the taxi and got a luxurious hotel suite at the Plaza Hotel. After we arrived in the hotel room, Taylor threw her arms around my neck and pulled herself up so she could wrap her legs around my waist. And then she pulled my head closer to hers until our lips finally met. I had just officially broken up with her last night, but here we were giving in to our passion once again. My cock was throbbing as I slid my hands underneath her shirt. She shivered as my fingernails dragged slowly down her back. And then I moved my hands around. I felt her already-taut stomach clench as I dragged my fingers up her belly. And then I reached her tiny breasts. “Aah!” Taylor broke the kiss and moaned as my fingers began teasing her erect nipples. She began hunching her denim-covered cunt against my belt buckle at a feverish pace. I had never known anybody as sexually-charged as Taylor. For most women, nipple stimulation was mere foreplay. But for Taylor, it was a vehicle for orgasms. I had never known any woman who reaches orgasms as quickly and as often as Taylor. She wanted to cum. I could sense it. I laid her down on the bed and quickly stripped her until she was completely naked. My cock was aching. I brought my lips to her right nipple and gently bit down. “AAAAIIIEEEEE!” Taylor cried out as my oral stimulation of her erect nub drove her to a quick climax. I looked down at her cunt. She was soaked. I could smell the sweet scent of Taylor’s growing arousal. It was intoxicating and erotic. I thought I shoud include Angelica in the fun. I looked at the dark-haired beauty. “Hey Angelica, wanna make her squirt?” “She can squirt?” Angelica asked with surprise in her eyes. “Holy fuck yes, I wanna see that!” “Then go to the bathroom and grab a shampoo bottle,” I said. Angelica ran to the bathroom and returned with a shampoo bottle. It was the exact shape and size of the one I used on Taylor yesterday for countless hours. I quickly stripped out of my clothes. Angelica gasped out loud, and her eyes widened as ten inches of erect cock were before her eyes. “Watch this,” I said. Then I pressed the crown of my cock against her vaginal opening, and then I shoved myself in. “AAAAIIIIEEEEE!” Taylor threw her head back and howled as another orgasm crashed into her. I began fucking my cock in and out of Taylor’s spasming quim, and then I pulled out completely. I took the shampoo bottle from Angelica. I pulled myself out of her cunt; she was still in the middle of an intense climax. I pressed my erection against the wrinkled star of Taylor’s anus. I pressed the shampoo bottle at the gaping entrance to her womanhood. And then, I shoved both in to the hilt. “AAAAAOOOOOWWWWEEEEEEE!” Taylor howled as her orgasm was suddenly interrupted by a stronger, more powerful orgasm. Her entire body trembled violently as the climax swept her away into an inner sanctum between parallel universes. I glanced at Angelica. She was panting. The flush in her face had spread down to her cleavage. Her nipples were erect and pushing against the thin fabric of her tight white top. “Ready to see her squirt,” I asked Angelica. “Uh huh, uh HUH,” she moaned as she began rubbing her cunt through her jeans. “Okay, you asked for it,” I said. Then I began pumping. “Awww fuck,” Taylor gasped as I began pumping my cock in and out of her ass. She was burning hot inside while pumping the shampoo bottle in and out of her tight pussy. The only sounds in the room were my rapid, wet penetration of Taylor, and with Angelica’s moans of excitement as she pleasured herself through her clothes, it was a sweet melody. Suddenly, Angelica joined in on the fun. She fastened her mouth on Taylor’s mouth. They began kissing wildly. Angelica’s hands drifted down until they found Taylor’s erect nipples. She seized each nipple between her fingers and gave them a hard pinch. Then I pressed the shampoo bottle down so it would rub against my cock through her vaginal and rectal walls. “Ahh, ahh, AHH, AHH, AHH, AHH, AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!” Taylor broke their kiss and screamed as her entire body was seized by yet another orgasm. Her nervous system was overwhelmed with orgasm. The feeling of Taylor’s rectum twisting and clenching around me was maddening torture, but I was determined to hold off until Taylor reached squirting euphoria. I looked at Angelica. “Let’s make her squirt! Get up here so you can drink her cum!” Angelica got up and joined me. As soon as she reached me. I thought she was going to throw her arms around me and pull me in for a hot kiss. But all she did was wink at me, and with that, I went for the kill. I pressed the shampoo bottle up to torture Taylor’s G-spot, and then I seized her stiff clitoris between my fingers and pinched hard. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Taylor threw her head back and screamed out her release. Tears spilled from her eyes as she was seized by the most ultimate form of pleasure. Spasm after spasm after glorious spasm sent her into violent fits. And her sweet, delicious nectar squirted out. Her tasty, tangy fluids shot high in an arc. Angelica and I eagerly drank down Taylor’s essence for well over a minute. The feeling of Taylor’s asshole as it clamped down hard around my cock was nearly too much. I had other plans for my release. I pulled out and laid down with her. My cock was liberally coated with fecal matter. I got my underwear and wiped my cock clean. I brought my head down to Taylor’s, and we began kissing. Finally, I whispered into her ear. “I think Angelica’s cunt is lonely.” “I bet it is too,” Taylor replied. I looked up to Angelica. “Want me to make you squirt,” I asked her. “I-I-I-I c-c-c-can’t,” she said. “Why not?” I asked. “Because she’s not into guys,” Taylor suddenly piped out. Ohhh. That explains it. Taylor’s bisexual, but Angelica is 100% lesbian. And she’s a damn hot lesbian, too. “Well, you can still join in on the fun. Taylor can eat you.” “O-o-okay,” Angelica replied. Angelica stripped out of her clothes. Holy fuck, her body was amazing. She sat down on Taylor’s face and began grinding her cunt on Taylor’s mouth. Taylor began sucking and licking on her ex-girlfriend’s juicy cunt. Like Taylor, Angelica was completely shaven. And I noticed Angelica’s erect clitoris. It was quite large, one of the largest I’ve ever seen. “Yes, yes, yes!” Angelica sighed explosively as Taylor began sucking hard on the engorged button. Damn this was hot. I couldn’t help but join in. I positioned myself so that my cock was pressing against Taylor’s gaping cunt. And then I pushed. “UUMMPH!” She gasped at the sudden penetration. “AHH!” Angelica cried out as Taylor’s muffled cries of pleasure vibrated around her engorged clitoris. Angelica closed her eyes, parted her lips, and began bucking her hips as her ex-girlfriend’s mouth was driving her to her own release. The flush spread all over Angelica’s body. Her erect nipples looked oh so inviting. I don’t care if she’s not into guys. I couldn’t help myself. “AAIII!” Angelica cried out as I began tweaking her stiff nipples with my fingers. She half-opened her eyes and looked right at me. And then suddenly she threw her arms around me, pulled me in close, and brought my lips to hers. We began kissing hot and deep. And then I grabbed the shampoo bottle. It was still liberally coated with Taylor’s cunt juices. I brought the shampoo bottle to Taylor’s gaping asshole and shoved it in to the hilt and pressed it upwards so it would rub against my cock. “OOOoooOOOOOUUUMMMPPPHHHH!” Taylor’s cry of release was muffled by her ex-girlfriend’s cunt. Taylor spasmed violently as she was seized by an intense climax. Her juices shot out, drenching myself and Angelica in her hot, wet offerings. Taylor’s screams of pleasure acted as a vibrator against Angelica’s clitoris. I knew Angelica was past the point of no return. I brought my hands back to her stiff nipples and pinched them hard. It was too much. “OOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOOoooOOOOOOEEEEEEEEE!” Suddenly, she broke our kiss and threw her head back and cried out as she had an orgasm of her own. She squinted her eyes as spasm after spasm tore through her. The entire situation was finally too much for me. I began thrusting hotter and faster in and out of Taylor’s cunt, and for the first time ever in our sexual relationship, I managed to push the head of my cock into her cervix and slid all the way into her womb. “AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEE!” Taylor screamed as the sensation of my cock penetrating her cervix brought on yet another debilitating orgasm. The sudden tightness of Taylor’s spasming cervix triggered my orgasm. “AAAAHHHHH!” I shouted as spurt after spurt of semen shot directly into her uterus. Taylor spasmed again as the liquid heat heightened her orgasm until finally all three of us were spent. We collapsed on the bed. This was the wildest fuck I’ve ever been a part of. When I thought it couldn’t get any better, Angelica began hunching her bald pussy against my still-hard cock. I began stimulating her erect nipples, and she moaned in pleasure. She moaned breathlessly, and she voiced out her desire with lust. “Fuck me,” Angelica croaked out.

“You sure you lesbian pussy wants my hard cock,” I repled.

“YESSSS!” Angelica moaned out loud. I guided the head of my lubricated dick to her quivering snatch, and I pushed in slowly. “FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Angelica shrieked  as her lesbian pussy took a penis deep inside for the first time. I llet her set the pace. She rode me slowly, but her pace quickened as I tweaked her stiff nipples and Taylor sneaked a hand between us and diddled her engorged clit. “Oh god, I never thought it could be so good!” Angelica was babbling as she left her orgasm rapidly appraching.

Throughout our hardcore sex, my allergies were driving my nose insane. Taylor knew of the secret fetish that we shared, and she knew Alngelica shared it as well. Taylor took a flower from the bedside and rubbed it alongside my nose. My nose was quivering with the need to sneeze. My breath hitched out as I felt the itch burn deeper and deeper inside. “Oh god I have to sneeze,” I said breathlessly. Angelics was moaning and quivering, as my build-ups were giving her sensations she never felt before. “I can’t...hold it back...hiiih...hiiih - “ At the same time, Taylor pinched my nose, and I let out a long and rapid fit of stifled sneezes which squeaked out, coupled by me moaning to regain my breath.

Angelica was close to cumming from her pussy and erogenous zones being wildly stimulated, but when I launched into that stifled sneezing fit, she felt her orgasm rise to the top. “Oh god I’m gonna cum!” Angelica husked out, and when she heard my tired moans as I tried to catch my breath, she lost all control and fell into the depths of a huge paralyzing orgasm. “Ooo, ooo, oooOOOoooOOOoooOOOOOOOOAAAAIIIII!” Angelica shrieked as her nervous system went into overdrive. I felt her tight pussy spasming wildly, and she squirted wildly all over myself and Taylor. I saw Taylor’s hand frig herself furiously, and she, too, was seized by her own paralyzing orgasm.

We relaxed for hours. Finally, we began talking about things. And then I asked Taylor a question. “Angelica isn’t your ex-girlfriend. She’s your girlfriend, isn’t she?” “Yeah,” she replied. “So why did you want me to meet Angelica?” “Well,” Angelica said, “she wanted me to meet you because we want to get married and have our own children, but we cannot afford dealing with sperm donors. She wanted me to meet the biological father of her child.” “And I’m ovulating right now,” Taylor said. Wow. All this just to get Taylor knocked up. “Well, you got the best sperm donor, and it didn’t cost you anything,” I said with a hearty laugh. Angelica and Taylor laughed along with me. And then we got dressed. I took Angelica and Taylor to La Guardia so they could fly back home. Both gave me deep kisses before they boarded their plane. As I watched their plane take off for Kansas City, I began thinking. My biological child may be growing inside Taylor right now. I began to wonder what it would be like to have children of my own, and to have a family. My relationship with Taylor finally had closure. It was over. Now nothing would stop me from being with Victoria. I hailed a taxi and asked the cabbie to drive me to my apartment building. I went up the elevator, and I walked to my door. Suddenly, I had a bad vibe flowing through me. I grabbed the door handle and turned it. It was unlocked. That was odd. I never leave my apartment without locking the door, even if I leave for just a few minutes. I hesitantly turned the door knob and slowly opened the door. And when I walked inside, it hit me like a ton of bricks. My apartment was a mess. My furniture was turned over. My desktop monitor was smashed to pieces. My TV suffered the same fate. Fortunately, it looked like my MacBook was left unharmed. I opened my MacBook, and then I noticed that somebody had written on my screen with a permanent marker:      KRAUT FUCKER      DIE MOTHERFUCKING PIG      - YOU KNOW WHO I had a feeling who would do this. Suddenly, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID. It was Lanisha. I answered the phone. “Lanisha?” “Hello, lover,” she said. The inflection in her voice made me feel uneasy. “Hope you loved the message I left you on Facebook.” Then she hung up. I opened the Facebook app on my phone and saw that Lanisha had re-added me as a friend on Facebook and that I had confirmed the friendship. I knew it. She was the one who did this. She had to have gotten into my computer and onto my Facebook account and do God knows what with it. Then I noticed my content notification reminder. I clicked on it, and it said:      Lanisha LaPraix commented on your changed relationship status: IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU, NOBODY CAN Oh sweet fucking Jesus. I sat down and called the police. After a fifteen minute wait, NYPD detectives showed up, and I showed them everything. They took photos. They had to take my MacBook as evidence. I felt unsafe in my own apartment. Then I remembered that I still hadn’t checked out of my hotel room at the Plaza Hotel, so I packed some clothes in an overnight suitcase and left for the hotel. I called Steven and told him that the board meeting would be delayed because of personal issues. Once I arrived, I fixed a hard drink and fell asleep fast.

CHAPTER SIX – THE JOURNEY BEGINS

I had a restless sleep. I kept having bad dreams about Lanisha coming after me and Victoria. The last bad dream was horrifying. It was so bad that I was unable to go back to sleep. I looked at the clock. It was 3:14 AM. I turned on the late-night news to catch up on current events and business news. I hoped I would be okay for our board meeting later today. I decided that I would be more productive in my office. I left my apartment and rode the elevator down and hailed a taxi and had him drive me to our company’s headquarters. I have felt unsafe since Lanisha broke in my apartment three weeks ago and hacked into my computer and posted threatening messages on my Facebook. I haven’t heard from Victoria since our last phone call. I was beginning to wonder if Lanisha sent any threatening messages to Victoria. I heard police sirens on my way to my business. It’s a shame that I don’t feel safe living in a Park Place apartment. Once I arrived at my business, I knocked on the door. The night security guard recognized me and let me in. I rode the elevator to the tenth floor where my offices and the board room were located. I headed straight for my office, fixed a pot of coffee, and buried myself in paper work. I checked my email, and I noticed an email from Cristian Hermann. In his email, he stated that he was an investor who was looking to purchase our company and use his marketing influence to take our company to new levels. Part of his business strategy involved extensive advertising campaigns, an online media presence, and a “cool look.” I got on my Facebook and checked for any contact from Victoria. I was still feeling guilty for cheating on her with Taylor. But I knew that to move forward with Victoria, I had to put my past with Taylor behind me. I was getting ready to close my browser when I got a message from Taylor:      Taylor O’Hare: Call me. I have something important to tell you. :) I got my phone out and called Taylor. She answered after the first ring. “Hello?” she answered. “Hey Taylor,” I said. “Haven’t heard from you in a while.” “Same here, Sean-Paul. I’ve been busy with a lot of things.” “So,” I said,” how’s Angelica?” “She’s fine,” Taylor replied. “She’s in bed. Anyway, did you get my message on Facebook?” “The message where you said you have something important to talk about?” I asked. “Yeah,” she replied. “I’m pregnant.” Oh wow. I was going to be a father. “I’m very happy for you, Taylor. Just make me a promise.” “Anything,” Taylor said. “Just take very good care of my kid,” I said, “and if you ever need any financial assistance, I’ll gladly help. After all, a father’s supposed to spoil their kids from time to time.” We had a hearty laugh. “I’m really glad we got a chance to talk. I’m not in a very good mood.” “What’s wrong?” Taylor asked. “I haven’t heard from Victoria in three weeks, and my ex-girlfriend Lanisha broke in my apartment and posted threats on my Facebook page.” “Oh wow,” Taylor said. “I hope they get her.” “I’m just worried that she said something to Victoria and maybe that’s why Victoria hasn’t talked lately,” I said. “Tay, I can’t live without Victoria. I don’t know what -” - then my phone beeped. I checked the caller ID. It was the NYPD 4th Precinct. “Tay, I have to hang up, the cops are calling. I’ll talk to you later.” “Okay, bye,” Taylor said. “Bye hun,” I said. Then I hit the send button. “This is Sean-Paul DeCraig.” “Mr. DeCraig, this is Detective Dunne. We just arrested your ex-girlfriend Lanisha LaPraix on those charges you filed. Will you come to the station and identify her?” “Sure, I’ll be there ASAP.” I hung up and left. I hailed a taxi and rode to the 4th Precinct. I went in and walked up to the secretary and told her that Detective Dunne wanted to see me. She paged the cop, and five minutes later I was met by a balding Jewish man wearing a suit. “Mr. DeCraig, I’m Detective Philip Dunne, NYPD. Follow me, please.” I followed Dunne up a flight of stairs. Once we reached the top of the stairs, we walked down a hallway until we reached his office. We entered, and he closed the door. “Have a seat, please.” I sat down. Dunne pulled out a newspaper from three years ago and showed me an article. It was an article about a wealthy lawyer named Lawrence Hastings who was found dead in his apartment. I read further into the article, and then I saw the name of his girlfriend who apparently found him: Lanisha LaPraix. “Holy shit,” I calmly stated. “Yeah, we recently reopened the case and found evidence that suggests that he was murdered. And when we reviewed Ms. LaPraix’s interrogation footage, we got suspicious. So we got the fingerprints from your laptop, and we ran them against the fingerprints that we found at the Hastings crime scene. They matched up.” Sweet Jesus. Not only had I been fucking Shepard Smith’s sloppy seconds, but I was also fucking a crazy ass murderer. “Are you saying that Lanisha murdered Lawrence Hastings?” “No, we’re not saying it,” said Dunne. “She’s saying it. She just confessed. Consider yourself lucky, Mr. DeCraig. You would have been her next victim. We need to get a statement from you.” I spent nearly an hour giving a statement to Dunne. After I was done, I got ready to leave, but something told me that I had to confront Lanisha. “I want to see Lanisha,” I said. “Okay,” Dunne said. Dunne walked me to the interrogation room. I saw Lanisha sitting with a female cop. I was looking at a murderer who could have murdered me in the future. I felt sick to my stomach. Dunne opened the door. Lanisha turned around and saw me. Her expression was emotionless. I couldn’t stand looking at her any longer. I left the room, and Dunne walked out with me to the street. “I’m sorry, Sean-Paul.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said. “In fact, you saved my life again.”

“What do you mean?” Dunne asked.

“Do you remember telling a punk kid in Brooklyn to clean his act up before he ended up in jail or in the morgue?” I replied.

Dunne looked at me, and then he grinned. “That was you?”

“It sure was,” I said.

“Wow,” he simply stated. “I’ll be a son of a bitch. I thought you’d end up being another statistic. But you actually took my advice. And now look where you are. You were on the brink of disaster, and you became a success. I’m proud of you, Sean-Paul,” he said as he patted me on the back.

“I’ll never forget you, Detective,” I said. We shook hands, and I hailed a taxi and went back to company headquarters.

Once I arrived, I noticed that business was moving along. I got to my office and paged Steven to meet me here. A couple minutes later, Steven arrived. “Hey buddy,” I said with less enthusiasm than I usually have. Steven noticed that something was wrong. “What’s wrong, Sean-Paul?” “Other than the fact that I was fucking and dating a crazy woman who murdered her former husband and that my girlfriend Victoria hasn’t talked to me in three weeks, everything’s fine,” I said with sarcasm. “I gotta get out of the city, man. It feels like it’s closing in on me.” “You can always move to the countryside like Eddie Albert did in Green Acres,” he said. I don’t know why, but for some reason, I let out the most hearty laugh I’ve let out in a long time. It actually alleviated my stress. “Shit, you’ll never catch me doing that,” I said. Then I remembered Victoria lived in a small town in Germany. It wasn’t quite as small as Hooterville, but it was small and quaint. Hmm. Maybe living in a small town wouldn’t be so bad - as long as it was Victoria’s town. “So anyway, let’s set up a board meeting.” “There’s no need, dude,” Steven said. “Mr. Hermann has requested that you personally come to Munich to discuss the business deal. And Sean-Paul, we’ve read the details of the proposed buyout. We would be fools to pass this up. I’m asking you not only as your business partnet, but also as your friend. Go to Munich.” “Okay,” I said. I left and headed home. I gathered some clothes, my MacBook, and my pasport, and I had Steven call for a plane ticket. I hailed a taxi and went to La Guardia. I waited nearly half an hour for my flight to arrive. When it finally arrived, I made my way to the terminal, turned in my ticket, went through security, and finally made my way to the plane. Once I arrived at my seat, I looked out the window. It was a bright sunny day with clear blue skies. It looked beautiful. I never took the time to admire nature while in Manhattan. I saw a family with a little boy making their way past me, and out of the corner of my eye I saw then sit right behind me. Then the plane took off, and I was on my way to Munich. About halfway across the Atlantic Ocean, I got my MacBook out and checked my Facebook. I had a message from Victoria:      Victoria Köhler: I love you. <3 I smiled. I got ready to reply to her message with an “I love you too,” but then my MacBook shut off. God dammit, I forgot to charge the battery. And to make matters worse, the kid sitting right behind me was screaming his head off and began kicking the back of my seat. I asked a flight attendant for two beers, and I gulped them down in no time at all and went right to sleep. I woke up to find out that the kid had fallen asleep. Thank God. After the plane landed, I got a rental car and got a map. I thought before I go to meet Mr. Hermann, I would try to find Victoria. I found it on a map. It wasn’t too far! I put on my sunglasses, got in the car, and drove for Ansbach. I made it to the city limits when all of a sudden the car started sputtering before it slowed down and eventually stopped on a stretch of country highway. Then I grabbed my cellphone to call for assistance, but it was like I wasn’t getting any service. I got out and saw a three-story house. I decided to walk up to the house and ask to use their phone. THE END

[black-winged-pippa]

Our only real “casualties” after Hurricane Ian were Dad’s Barbados cherry and the cosmos. Dad’s straightened out his baby already, and we’re not that bummed about the cosmos. One of our planters of succulents had blown over as well during the storm, and it kept setting off our motion alert at the front door because it kept getting rolled around (though my parents didn’t catch on to it until after the storm). Surprisingly, they all held firm to the pot, and they’re still thriving. We didn’t really think to bring those in because they’re just as heavy as our terracotta planters out back. We just didn’t think about the fact that they taper in at the base, so they’re top heavy.

The conservation sign has a little bit more of a lean to it, but nothing as bad as the others in the neighborhood. There’s one along the main drive that is practically lying flat at the edge of the wetland. The only thing holding it up is the thick edge of grass behind it. Some of the foliage at the edge of our wetland is starting to spring back upright on it’s own, but a lot of it is still lying flat.

One of the model homes lost a huge chunk of it’s roof shingles. There was like a 4x6 sheet of them lying on the grass in front of it when we walked the neighborhood after everything. We’re still finding damage around the neighborhood that we’ve missed with every other walk/drive we’ve been on. It’s still mostly tree and fence damage, but a few people are missing roof shingles. There’s at least one house missing a small section of siding. And there are a couple of houses that lost part of their house numbers.

Before the storm, our friend’s neighbor went a little Karen-mode on our friend and insisted that her daughter’s boyfriend move our friend’s planters inside. (There was honestly no need to move them, either. They weigh far too much to be a threat.) She kept making these excuses about “it’s what my landlord wants”, and she really escalated things by talking about lawsuits if our friend’s stuff got blown into her house. Our friend was so stressed out that she couldn’t even stop them from moving everything to her garage, and she threw the lawsuit thing back at them because the kid moved everything next to her car. (There’s normally room on the other side of her garage, but she let Mom park her car inside until Ian passed.) So, after the storm, the neighbor comes home shortly after we finish our little drive around town, and she starts making these non-apologies to our friend, and offering for the kid to move everything back, and our friend wasn’t having any of it. We’d already returned home when she’d pulled up, so we were just kind of watching from down the street. The next thing we know, this woman gets back into her car (with the daughter and her boyfriend), to come tell us that there’d “been some misunderstanding” between them and our friend, and that they “hadn’t meant to be rude or anything”, and “we were just trying to be good neighbors, because she’s all alone”. First of all, other neighbors had heard the original confrontation between them, and they said that she was being an ugly Karen about it. Second, we could hear her tone perfectly well from down the street as she approached our friend just minutes before (sound really carries in this neighborhood). She was still being a Karen with our friend, but she was suddenly pulling the sweet-and-innocent card with us. We weren’t buying it. Also, just because our friend’s nephew hasn’t been living there anymore, they know damn well that we’re always spending time with her. Dad is constantly over there to help her with stuff, we go on daily walks with each other, and we go for a drive together every weekend. We are a constant in our friend’s life. So acting like she’s a lonely spinster that they need to rescue is bullshit. This woman was very adamant that her daughter’s boyfriend move everything back for our friend, but we (our friend and us collectively) were very firm that we would be moving everything for her. For some reason, she didn’t like that. She kept throwing out “he works at Lowe’s, so he does this kind of thing all the time”. That’s nice, lady, but you have been told “no”, so leave it. Her toddler son understands “no” better than she does, and that’s sad.

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[love-advice-on-call]

Hello!

I’m starting with the premise that I’m a pretty closed off person and that I have never, in all my 19 years of life, had a crush or a romantic attraction to anyone. I recently started to experiment with going out with a guy like 4 months ago and had my first kiss. Eventually he started to catch feelings (I didn’t) and even if I wanted do more with him I had to stop this thing because I felt like using him since I didn’t like him in that way. Then I downloaded Tinder to find other queer women (I’m bi) since I live in a small town and it’s difficult to find them here. I eventually ended up going out with three girls, but one of them didn’t inspire me much so I currently am texting with the other two. I went out two times with one of them and yesterday it was the third time. When I met her up at the station she was with a guy. I immediately understood he wasn’t a friend. The situation got embarrassing since me and the guy started staring at each other until she quickly hugged him and he took the train to go home. I asked her who was him and she started telling me things that were obv red flags about him (she didn’t seem aware of that). Now, I too am hanging out with another person so it’s not that I’m jealous…but the thing is that I had started to feel, even if little, something for her. But when she told me that she was hanging out with me and that guy, who was a walking red flag you know what I’m saying, putting me and him at the same level in her mind made me feel extremely disrespected. Like I understand if she was hanging out with decent people but HIM…come on now. So my little feelings for her immediately dropped. The date went well we chatted and made out and a bit more in my car but now I see her in a confused way, like a nice person to hang out it and someone to have sex with. No more feeling. Tell me what you think and sorry if this is a bit stupid.

Well to start off with, 19 years isn't too bad to be starting to explore this.

Second side note, TBH, I really don't like tinder, it's really gone down hill since the pandemic, but I get using it if you're in a smaller area and don't have as many options for dating. I've had some pretty solid luck with Hinge, and bumble is usually kind of "stale" (they should rename it to "white conservative Christians meet")

So what I think is that it sounds like you've got a good head on your shoulders.

I totally agree with you that this girl doing SOMETHING with another person, whatever that was, and then haphazardly "surprise introducing you two" on a third date without actually telling you who you or really anyone is to her is a big red flag. Like that's just a poor dating move there and something you might see a 16 year old do. But anyways, yeah come on now, like seriously? what was she thinking

Of course, bummer that you liked this girl, but then she kind of imploded the relationship, but that's a part of dating in general. You never know what you get until you see them a few times and feel it out. Someone who you have high hopes for can end up being really weird at the end and someone you thought would just be a fun thing can turn into something serious. It's better they do something that lets you know they're not cool early, rather than 3 months in, even if it hurts to learn. It might also be good to stop seeing this person so you can focus more time and effort on a new person.

I think to me, it sounds like you're doing great, and despite being 19 and never having a crush or romantic feelings towards someone, I think that will change (and is changing) the more you go out with folks and gain experience. This will smooth out naturally for you I think. It sounds like you're growing really fast and you just gotta keep doing what you're doing. You made a big step with this person, but it might be time to look into taking the next big step with someone else.

Posted September 23, 2022

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