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Painting and decorating are not activities at which any of the kuzkardesh gara excel. It took Gillian and Hilary most of Sunday afternoon to remove the last of the grimy rococo wallpaper left behind on the staircase by the house's previous occupants; their daughters have made slightly more rapid headway this morning coating the living room's skirting boards with emulsion, though if they get much more on their hands and forearms the tin will have run dry well before the task is complete. Being taller and more robustly built than either of the teenagers, I was asked to paint the living-room ceiling. I have little time to waste; a blanket of low cloud is settling on the valley, and as the light deteriorates it's becoming more and more difficult to see which areas still need doing. Dressed like the others in just a loincloth made from an old sheet and held together with a safety pin, I push the roller to and fro with all the vitality my right hand can muster while I use my left to keep the stepladder steady, my arms and breasts speckled with apple blossom white and my hair almost certainly in the same piebald condition. It's a small price to pay for staving off the boredom I'd be suffering otherwise, sitting on the bed with only A New Approach To Cultural Evolution for company. I'm also hoping that if I can convince the kuzkardesh gara I've decided to try and fit in, they might relent and allow me the occasional cigarette. I wonder if Simon smokes? It might be awkward if he doesn't... That ferry has left the dock, babe. As far as he's concerned, you stood him up. And if Trisha's dragged my name through the dirt, which she's perfectly capable of doing now that she believes I'm responsible for her father's death, I might have more to worry about when I get back to the Gladstone than losing a potential boyfriend. Then again, a police cell might be the safest place for me until this has all blown over. Just be wary about what you're getting yourself into. Remember what happened after you and Kerrie Latimer went sticking your noses in where you shouldn't have. Who'd have thought I'd ever be in a position where I'd regret not listening to Sylv's advice? Once I'm satisfied that every square inch of the ceiling has been covered, I climb down from the steps, fold them up and rest them against the wall. "I could do with a long, cold drink," I murmur to myself, raking back my fringe. Gillian and Hilary, who have been putting up shelves in the corner of the room to the right of the window, lay down their tools. There follows a short exchange of clicks and hisses, during which I catch the Ugur words for 'milk', 'container' and 'new' - the last in the sense of 'fresh' or 'unspoiled'. The kuzkardesh gara go into the kitchen together, and as I start rubbing turps across the backs of my hands I can hear through the door the sound of a bottle clinking. Nothing, it seems, is too much trouble for one who is 'okde'. Only her liberty. I dissolve most of the splotches from my arms and chest, then use my oily hands to slick back my hair. I'm about to commandeer the bathroom when I notice Hilary standing in the doorway inspecting my handiwork. "Ongat," she remarks, her approval evident from her expression. "Good?" I hazard. "You learn quickly, Ruth Pattison." "It was just a wild guess." "There was nothing fortuitous about it. Your brain processed the information it received and came up with the most likely translation." "I don't think so. Not when it only had two syllables to go on." "Ah, but did it? What about the visual signals Hilary Parker was transmitting?" I have to admit she has a point. If a person looks pleased, the chances are they'll say something positive. "Anyway, I'm glad you think it's okay," I tell her. "Much more of this and I'll have bigger muscles than Geoff Capes." Her ebony lips curl in a lukewarm smile. But only out of politeness; converts don't have what any human would recognise as a sense of humour. Gillian returns, carrying a glass of cold suyt. Although I'd have preferred lemonade or cola, the subtle spices she's added to the milk imbue it with a zest I'm beginning to find quite palatable. As I take my first sip, she trails a bejewelled, black-nailed finger the length of my upper right arm. I shudder, but resist the urge to jump away; if I want to persuade her I'm settling in, I must grin and bear this kind of contact. Her breasts press weightily against mine as she leans closer. "Siz yadaw," she hisses into my ear. "Hazir oturmak." "That's not fair," I complain. "How do I know what might be going through your mind when I can't see your face?" "There are other ways," she replies. "Such as...?" "You should regard each part of our conversation as an event. Think about the various contexts in which that event is embedded: our surroundings, our reasons for communicating, the non-verbal cues that accompany each phrase, the cadences, pauses and subtle shifts in volume. Clear your mind of all extraneous thoughts and let the totality reveal its meaning." I try my best to follow her guidance. I recall that 'siz' means 'you', so she's either making an observation about me or suggesting something. And her smile wasn't reflected in her eyes, which held a certain amount of concern for my well-being. That's because I've been overdoing things, and now it's time for me to rest. "You want me to put my feet up for an hour or two," I conclude. "Can't argue with that." "Edil," she chuckles softly. "You see how easy it is?" I gulp down the rest of the suyt, then hand the glass back to her. "Tell me what it was like. When you realised you actually wanted to become a kuzkardesh gara. What made you stop fighting it?" She seems genuinely baffled by the question. "The eradication of Gillian Dixon's individuality is a fact. It makes no difference how or when it happened." "But there must have been a moment when you agreed to have all your hair shaved off, and your face painted and everything?" "You believe that we were required to undergo some sort of initiation ceremony? What strange ideas you have about us." "So they did this to you bit by bit? And you just accepted it?" Gillian tosses me a sympathetic grin. "You want to know what to expect. That is understandable at such an early stage of your conversion. Be assured that the details will soon cease to matter." "Is that what you reckon?" "This is not a contest, Ruth Pattison. It is not you against us. We have no influence whatsoever over your assimilation. Our part in that ended once you were exposed to the meme. The replacement program is now working independently to create within your subconscious mind an exact replica of the neural patterns we inherited from Sorina Dascalu. It needs no external stimulation; the process is as automatic as those taking place in your other physiological systems." "Bullshit. You're telling me I've got no control over what I think?" "There is no 'you' to exert that control," says Hilary. "Selfhood is an illusion," adds Gillian. "It is nothing more than an accidental by-product of the interactions between the memes already present within your brain. It has persisted in the human species only because of its value as a survival mechanism." "Wait a minute, you said you were replicas," I remind her. "If that's true, you're not really a collective intelligence at all. You're just copies of a single consciousness." "The distinction has no practical significance." "How d'you make that out?" "What makes human beings think and act as individuals? Why do some behave in ways that are completely unpredictable, often to the detriment of those around them? It is because the memetic programming many humans have been subjected to is both complex and contradictory. The memes are involved in a continual fight for ascendancy, producing feelings of inner conflict when co-operation between them proves impossible. But if the host minds were to be infected with the same meme, one so powerful it absorbed and neutralised all the others, from then on they would react identically to each situation they encountered. In effect there would exist only one way of thinking, that of the group." "Sounds worse than having the world taken over by the Moonies." "It means an end to war and hunger," Hilary points out. "And no one will ever write a decent tune again." I frown at the greasy film covering my palms. "I'm tired of this. Time I got cleaned up." I run myself a bath, but don't allow myself to surrender to the water's seductive embrace for longer than it takes to scrub and scour my pores free of gunge. I have better things to do than lie here soaking; the kuzkardesh gara appear to have a much deeper understanding of memes and the technicalities involved in their transmission than I do, and I need to put that right. A New Approach To Cultural Evolution may not be the most riveting of reads, but if it helps me co-ordinate my resistance I'll put up with the lacklustre, jargon-ridden prose. During the hour before lunch - the word for 'fruit' was mentioned, so it might even be edible - I dress, then sit on the bed to take a fine toothcomb to the text. What I want to know is how can an idea, something with no physical presence, alter the 'neural patterns' Gillian was talking about? One passage seems to strike at the heart of the matter. It argues that every experience we have changes, to a greater or lesser extent, the way our brains respond to the sensory information they receive. The more memorable the experience, or the more often that experience is repeated, the stronger the connection between the various clusters of neurons that process it. A meme is merely a set of signals that act as the neural network's input, arranged in such a way as to provoke a given output in the form of a series of instructions sent to the body's various physical systems. A powerful meme will establish strong, and therefore long-lasting links; these will determine how future inputs are processed, leading to permanent alterations in the long-term memory. But what makes some memes more effective than others? The author attempts to answer this question by rambling on for several pages about evolutionary psychology. I struggle to follow his thread, but the gist of it appears to be that memes reflecting our genetically driven needs have more chance of replicating than others. Try as I might, I fail to see how this explains why anyone could harbour an inbuilt desire to become a kuzkardesh gara. All most of us need is something to kick-start the relevant mental processes. Which implies that for some people it takes more... That might be what my gift is! Maybe I can resist this meme, stop it from changing me! Why else would the hive be holding me here against my will? Piece by piece, the rudiments of a plan begin to coalesce in my mind. I'll be running a huge risk. I'm a strong-minded young woman, but so was Helen Sutton. We have no influence whatsoever over your assimilation. Our part in that ended once you were exposed to the meme. It's up to me, then. I'm the one responsible for keeping this hound on a tight leash. But if the changes are taking place in my subconscious, how can I keep track of them? It needs no external stimulation; the process is as automatic as those taking place in your other physiological systems. How long did Gillian hold out? Three days, did she say? And I've been here nearly forty-eight hours already. The clock is ticking down. If I don't act soon, the meme will have spread too widely for me to control it. I take a very deep breath, then stand and walk from the room. I notice that Louise's door is open; when she sees me looking in, I incline my head in the direction of her dressing table. She immediately puts down the shoes she was lifting from the wardrobe. "You are not yet ready to join us, Ruth Pattison," she frowns. "No, but it'll be a relief to get the first step out of the way." She smiles, knowing I'm telling the truth. "Very well. If you would care to sit...?" The kuzkardesh gara pulls the stopper from one of the phials on the table. She wipes the brush on the rim, then proceeds to spread black lacquer across my left thumbnail. Working with the dexterity of a seasoned professional, she requires only a few minutes to finish both hands. While I'm holding them out to dry, she paints my nipples - apparently it's normal for them to spring erect like that - and finally my lips. It only remains for her to fit silver rings adorned with heavy black gemstones onto each of my fingers and thumbs, and the first stage of my transformation is complete. It has two unanticipated results. The first is how wickedly sexy I feel. The second comes when I go downstairs, and no one raises so much as an eyebrow. * Yekshenbe, the meal traditionally eaten at sunset by the Ugurs of Xinjiang, begins with an appetising minted salad, which is followed by the piquant vegetable stew known as chorba. For dessert there's alma sheker, a dish that can best be described as a candied baked Alaska. The fragrant, slightly smoky chay we drink from decorated china bowls complements the food beautifully - yet the rich variety of flavours and aromas only makes me wish all the more fervently for a cigarette to round off the experience. "I don't suppose you'd let me have just one?" I ask Gillian after the others have left the table. "Siz okde," she replies, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. "Taslamak angsat." For the third or fourth time since she taught me how to interpret unfamiliar phrases, I empty my thoughts of everything except the information that's being conveyed to me. Her tone was steady, her eyes kindly but her body language stern and inflexible. She also reminded me of the gift I possess, which suggests it may be of some help if I can work out how to apply it to the situation in question. "It should be possible to give them up?" is the best I can manage. "Angsat," she repeats. The movement of her jewelled brow makes the meaning clearer. "Not just possible, but straightforward? Easy?" She smiles and pats my wrist. "The drug they contain works on the brain's system of reward circuits. All you need to do is let the meme break it down by fooling the receptors into thinking that they are receiving the chemicals nicotine would normally give them." "So I just say 'go ahead, meme, do your stuff'?" "First you have to want your addiction to be cured. If you are sincere about that, the rest will follow automatically." I lay my hands flat on the table, recalling how quickly I became accustomed to seeing my nails painted black. It was as if the mental compartment which contained the antipathy I ought to have felt towards their altered appearance had been closed off. Could I not do the same with my dependence on tobacco? After all, the previous occupants of this body were both non- smokers... Suddenly the idea of lighting a cigarette, then inhaling the fumes into my lungs seems not only pointless but downright stupid. "You were right," I laugh. "I just thought about it and the craving's gone." Gillian rises from her chair and walks over to the sink. She crouches to open the cupboard beneath it, reaching behind the pipe for the pack of Marlboros taped there. I leave her to dispose of it while I make a start on the dishes. But the scouring, scraping, rinsing, stacking and drying can only act as a temporary diversion from the widening vista of opportunity opening out in front of me. I'm okde. I'm gifted. And I'm only just starting to appreciate what that could imply. In the kitchen window I watch my black lips curl mischievously. The MoD have already put it about that I'm a menace to society. Who am I to prove them wrong? They're a totalitarian regime, a religious cult and a zombie plague all rolled into one. Yet this isn't the Bucovina hive. It's an imperfect copy, lacking most of the sinister attributes of the original. It is a question of priorities. Ours are food, shelter and access to clean water. For everyone. We can be a force for good... No! I draw back from the brink to which my own feet led me. But when I walk into the living room, and Gillian turns from the fireplace to touch a beringed, black-nailed finger to my cheek, it takes all my resolve not to respond in kind. And I suspect it won't be very long before I'm teetering on the edge of that abyss again. * I sit up in bed with a start. The room is still dark, which at this time of year means it can't be much later than about four. In any case I don't need a clock to tell me I've had only a few hours sleep. Pulling the covers closer against the draught coming from the window, I listen for the sound that must have woken me. There's nothing. But I don't sink back into slumber. I need to stay alert, for who knows what tales the local people have spread concerning the women of Sunny Hollow? It's one o' witches from up dale. And if that's everyone's attitude... Then I hear a voice cry out. Donna? I yank at the light cord and spring to my feet, stopping only to pull on a clean pair of panties as I hurry to open the door. The kuzkardesh gara is on the landing, leaning against the banister and clearly in pain. The tears welling from her eyes - now bereft of their characteristic oriental slant - make her appear refreshingly human, despite the row of gemstones set in her scalp. "Babek," she splutters. "Howp olum." Gillian and Hilary emerge from their room carrying the gravest of expressions. They begin weeping too. I realise at once not only that Donna is pregnant, but that she feels she's in danger of losing her baby. The fear that she may miscarry washes through my consciousness like a wave, denuding it of all other emotions. The tide withdraws, depositing layer upon layer of understanding. Fate has brought you to us for a very special reason. The others are waiting for me to do something. In this time of crisis they are looking to me - or rather my gift - as their principal source of strength. "Okay, let's all try and stay calm," I say quietly. "Louise, take Donna back to her room and sit with her. If the worst happens, or looks as if it's going to, just yell. Hilary, get into some proper clothes and have the Dormobile ready in case you have to drive her to South Tees. Gillian, you fetch hot water, towels and whatever first-aid equipment you can lay your hands on." I don't wait for a reply. Kicking from my mind the images of sheets and blankets covered in blood and goodness knows what else, I follow the girls into Donna's room. They're both still sobbing, and I'm a little tearful myself, but when I ask Donna to part her thighs there seem to be none of the discharges I'd expect to be leaking from her vagina if her body were about to reject the child. "How far along are you?" I enquire, putting my palm to her forehead. "Two weeks," she mumbles. "Two weeks? You're joking! You can't possibly..." "We are certain," says Louise. "I mean, who the hell's the father?" Then I remember what Susan Dwyer told me about the role of men in a kuzkardesh gara-dominated society and decide I'd rather not know. "Sorry, that can wait. Just tell me how much it hurts, Donna, and where." When she describes her symptoms, I relax a little. I've come across this kind of thing before, albeit in a work of fiction, and there's every chance it's nothing more serious than an upset tummy. I look up at Louise. "The chorba Hilary made last night...what spices did she put in it?" "Ginger, cumin, coriander and star anise." "Well, you should think about leaving out those sorts of ingredients while one of you is pregnant. Not long ago I read a novel called The L-Shaped Room. It's about a girl called Jane Graham, who's expecting a baby and living alone in a dump of a bedsit somewhere in London. One night she treats herself to an Indian meal. She's hardly left the restaurant when she doubles up in agony, convinced she's going to have a miscarriage." "Hemme ongat?" sniffs Donna, gripping my wrist. "They were both fine." Louise goes downstairs with orders to find something that will settle Donna's stomach. I hurry to pick Philip from his cot - the fuss has woken the poor mite - and rock him against my breast until his mother comes back. The medicine administered and five sets of cheeks dabbed dry, I gesture for Gillian to join me in my room. "I think she should have a check-up, just to make sure everything's all right," I say to her. "I don't suppose you were given the number of a doctor when they moved you here?" She shakes her head. "Not even somebody you could ring in an emergency? What if one of you fell seriously ill? I despair of those idiots, I really do." I let out a long sigh. "Look, you're going to have to address this sooner or later. It's not just Donna I'm thinking about, there's Philip too. I haven't had children myself, but--" "Of course you have." "That's lamentable, Gillian, even by your standards." "They said you would deny it." "Who did?" "The humans who followed you here. They left before you recovered consciousness. One of them provided us with proof that you have indeed given birth to a child." "What proof? Show me it!" She leads me down to the living room, where she opens one of the sideboard drawers. The document she hands me has the codename BELLADONNA stamped across it. SURNAME: Hansford-Jones (n?e Pattison) CHRISTIAN NAME(S): Ruth Maria SEX: F DATE OF BIRTH: 2/9/55 PLACE OF BIRTH: Northcroft-on-Heugh, County Durham, UK NATIONALITY: British MARITAL STATUS: Separated from 2nd husband CHILDREN: Charlotte Annabel, D.O.B. 28/7/74, Bromley, Kent, UK "This is forged!" I laugh. "I've seen it before. The last entry said 'none'." Gillian gives me a sad smile. "It is futile to continue in this vein, Ruth Pattison. As aspects of the universal female mind, we instinctively know when a woman has produced offspring." "Looks like your instincts have let you down this time." "That is not the case. We--" "You think I'd lie about something like that?" "Yes, we believe you would." My pent-up frustration explodes. I launch myself at her, going straight for the throat. Then the room does a backward flip and I land on the sofa, my wrists pinned behind my head and a pair of large, heavy breasts pressed into my face. "Get off me, you fat, bald-headed cow!" I try to scream, but the words are muffled by the fleshy globes covering my mouth. Gillian slowly eases her body from mine. I take several deep breaths, my anger subsiding as I begin to understand just how counter-productive my reckless assault has been. "All right," I gasp when my chest has stopped heaving. "You believe what you like, see if it makes any difference to me." I get to my feet, shrugging off the helping hand she offers, then move to the window and pull open the curtains. The valley and the wooded hillside beyond are just beginning to be visible in the greyness of pre-dawn. The humans who followed you here... They're probably still watching. The MoD won't let anything stand in the way of their experiment. They'll use every means at their disposal to hasten my conversion. But they've fucked it up this time. Someone forgot to tell the author of that revised document where I spent Christmas. If I had a four year old daughter, why didn't her grandparents ask me about her? Unless they were told not to. Maybe in a P.S. attached to the letter I sent them the week before my visit, saying that as soon as the subject was raised I'd be on the first train back to Portsmouth. Suki had every reason to keep the child's existence from me. Learning that I was a parent at such a crucial stage in my adjustment could easily have caused me untold psychological damage. Later, it's possible that she came to the conclusion that I'd adapted too well, and thought she might face a battle for the girl's affections. And Charlotte had already lost one mother... Gillian is standing behind me. Her hands begin massaging my shoulders. I don't have to turn and face her to know that the expression she's carrying is one of genuine sympathy. "It's not true..." I mutter. "It's not." "That is not what your heart is telling you, Ruth Pattison." I dash upstairs, heading for the one place in the world I want to be: sitting on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands. Of all the shocks to the system I've suffered over the last six months, this is the most upsetting. I have a daughter. I'm a parent. I'm a mother. And I have no idea how I'm going to cope with that knowledge. Time passes. Whether it's a few minutes or several hours I can't say. Then the door creaks open. Gillian. "It probably isn't worth going back to sleep," I sigh. "Not with all the extra jobs that'll need to be done now Donna's incapacitated. Shall I use the bathroom first?" The kuzkardesh gara clicks her agreement. "Gillian demlemek hokmunde siz yuwmak." She might have said she was going to build a heated swimming pool in the front garden solely for my entertainment, but I think it's more likely she'll make us chay while I relieve myself and shower. Charlotte Annabel... I wonder where she is, and what she's been told about me? Nothing good, I bet. The countryside brightens, welcoming the imminent sunrise. But I don't see the first golden rays touch the tops of the trees. Before me shimmers a red-brick building, four storeys high, separated from the road by a forecourt marked out with parking spaces. The Gladstone Hotel. From where the meme has the potential to be dispersed far and wide. Planted in the mind of every woman who stays there, if I make full use of the gift I've been blessed with. And should that come to pass, not one of the self-appointed guardians purporting to fight for humanity's survival can say they didn't ask for it.

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Cheating
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The Real Legend of Sleepy Hollow Part 4

Life in the Sleepy Village went on. Katrina spent her days helping Ichabod with school and letting him play with her afterward. His favorite activity was laying her on the table in front of the classroom, crawling up under her skirts, and tasting her, until she swooned in blissful orgasm. Then he would flip up her skirts, drop his breeches and fuck her to another one, pulling out at the last minute, and ejaculating all over her blonde bush. Even though she could not seem to gain control over...

Historical
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The Real Legend of Sleepy Hollow Part 4

Life in the Sleepy Village went on. Katrina spent her days helping Ichabod with school and letting him play with her afterward. His favorite activity was laying her on the table in front of the classroom, crawling up under her skirts, and tasting her, until she swooned in blissful orgasm. Then he would flip up her skirts, drop his breeches and fuck her to another one, pulling out at the last minute, and ejaculating all over her blonde bush. Even though she could not seem to gain control over...

Historical
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Point Hollow Ch 01

The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of...

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Point Hollow Ch 04

The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of...

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Horror stories of Black Hollow city

Welcome to Black Hollow! One of the oldest cities in Country! The city has about 39 829 people, eight of ten of them are female (the majority of which are so-called MILFs). Most of the population is in adult age – there are very few children and old people. Most young people tend to leave for a big city, only return years later, when they have enough of the haste of the city. Many adults from other cities and from aboard also come here, while seeking to buy a property for their later retirement...

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Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

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Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

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Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

Vintage Porn Sites
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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

1 year ago
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Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

Porn Pictures Sites
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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

Amateur Porn Sites
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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

BBW Porn Sites
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Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

Voyeur Porn Sites
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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

Fantasy
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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

Extreme Porn Websites
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A Horny Night in Stars Hollow Ch 06

Rory stirred awake. She groaned as she took stock of her surroundings. These days she never knew where she was gonna wake up. Happy to find herself still at home, she glanced around her room, checking to see if anyone was there. Sure enough, a person was lying underneath a pile of blankets on her floor. Taking even more stock, she realized she was naked and the person underneath the blankets was Dean. Now it was all coming back to her. Last night her and Dean had gone out to dinner and a...

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A Horny Night in Stars Hollow Ch 03

Jess was having the best dream. He had accidentally forgotten his swimsuit when he went to the local pool for a dip. Luckily he was the only one there and the lifeguard was off duty. Stripping quickly, he jumped into the pool and swam a couple of laps. After a while, he got tired and decided to soak in the hot tub. He jumped out of the pool and turned on the jets. As he eased himself into the tub, he felt a jet of hot water hit his flaccid dick. Instant pleasure traveled over him as his cock...

4 years ago
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A Horny Night in Stars Hollow Ch 01

*If this one is well received I will right a sequel* * ‘Man, I’m horny!’ thought Dean. He was walking back home from work on a cool night in Stars Hollow. As he was walking he bumped into his girlfriend Rory. ‘Hi!’ she said and gave him a kiss. ‘Hi,’ he responded. ‘We still on for tomorrow night?’ He nodded. ‘Great, I’ll see you then!’ As she was leaving Dean gave her a nice long kiss to try and get rid of his sexual energy. It didn’t work. She stopped and they made out for several...

3 years ago
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A Horny Night in Stars Hollow Ch 04

‘I’ll drive you,’ Dean offered as Rory was franticly trying to find her school uniform. ‘Thanks, I’ll be reading in a sec,’ responded Rory as she rushed pass. She stopped to give Dean light kiss on the lips. As she ran off again Dean gave her ass a nice squeeze, eliciting a little squeal from her. Lorelai walked over to the teenage boy, ‘I’m gonna go take a nap, but remember you’re welcome anytime,’ she told Dean as she gave his still exposed cock a little tug. She then turned around and...

4 years ago
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Point Hollow Ch 02

The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of...

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Australian StoryChapter 25 A hollow feeling

Friday 13-Jul 2007 Chris leaned back on his horse, looking back down the trail to check on Shahia. She smiled up at him and leaned forward on the horse, spurring it to a canter so she could catch up to Chris. "There, see." Chris gestured in front of them, and Shahia saw what he meant. "Oh, Chris, that's amazing." They had just reached the highest point of his uncle's farm. From here, you could look out east, tracing the contours of the land as it gradually fell towards the coast,...

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

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Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

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Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

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Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

Fantasy & Sci-Fi
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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

The Fappening
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Absinthe Dreams

‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...

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Motherless Arab

Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

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Motherless Facials

Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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Thea

Und draußen schallte wieder Punkmusik aus dem Ghettoblaster – von der Eisenbahnunterführung bis zu seinem Haus! Punks und Skater hingen da ab. Das war diese Art von Jugendlichen, die ihren Eltern das Leben schwer macht , die von Arbeit nichts hielten, sich an keine Regeln hielten, ständig auf Party machten. Die soffen viel zu viel und kotzten dann in irgendeine Ecke. Denen bedeutete doch nichts und niemand etwas. Wahrscheinlich nahmen sie auch Drogen und trieben weiß-Gott-was mit...

BDSM
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A Boathouse Orgy To House Of Pleasures

I was in my bedroom, all alone. In front of me was my mirror. I took some time to admire my body. The Malayali features were prominent in me. My eyes were big and smoky. My slender pink lips complemented my dusky skin complexion. I had my hair cut up to my breasts. As I had just taken a bath, a portion of my hair curled and sat on my left breast. I pushed it behind to bring my breasts into view. They were big and round. They looked like chocolate cakes topped up by a chocolate chip. My curves...

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Motherless Fetish

Motherless is the mother of all porn sites. Motherless has no conscience or moral guide. Motherless will show you the stuff that all other porn sites are afraid to put up. Motherless will do this for free. This is seriously one of the nastiest and raunchiest sites out there and Motherless/Fetish is perhaps one of the dirtiest places on the web that are well within reach. Sure you can scan the dark web and find something even more naughty or puzzlingly gross, but why do that when you’ve got...

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...

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40 The Treehouse Tour

Newark Concert Saturday, November 5, 2016 Paul & Paula 21 performs in Newark, New Jersey as the opening act for Michiko Takahashi. This concert is recorded in another document. The Treehouse Tour Friday, November 14, 2016 PLUR-MAkKikM, just outside Honolulu, HI The cameras were in place, and the television crew was in a shady spot of lawn with a tire swing visible in the background. It looked as if only reporter Cynthia Benet and the two singing ten-year-olds, Paula Akron and Paul...

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Gezinstherapeute Mirthe

Gezinsthe****ute Mirthe is de vervanger van B en een bloedmooie blonde vrouw met lang krullend haar van ongeveer 48 jaar. tijdens de huisbezoeken laat ik altijd mijn ogen over haar lichaam glijden met de hoop dat ik een glimp van haar bh kan opvangen.Op een dag kwam Mirthe onverwachts op huisbezoek. Ze belde aan en ik maakte open. Ik zei,"Goedemorgen, hadden we een afspraak?" "Nee hoor, maar ik was in de buurt en dacht dat we misschien een evaluatie gesprek konden houden,"zei ze."Kom binnen,"...

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OtherworldChapter 6 Atheria

I awoke to find myself in a soft bed, a thick, comfortable blanket pulled over me. The walls around me were wooden, but looked very solid. Sunlight washed into the room through an open window. I could hear children playing outside. My body felt sore and complained as I tried to move. "Rest," an enchanting female voice said to me. Another elf woman stood not far from the bed, wetting a cloth in a bowl of water that sat against the wall. I laid back down, heeding her instructions. "Where...

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Whither MChapter 4 Whither

George Foster was determined to make this evening memorable. It wouldn’t be his final night with Sylvia, physically at least. It would be their final after-school evening, and he had run out of excuses. He would have to tell her tomorrow that he had decided to take the job in Canada. It wouldn’t be their last night in the same apartment, their last night in the same bed. It probably wouldn’t even end their sex together. Sylvia enjoyed that as much as he did, and it wasn’t as if he was...

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