Panopticon
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I wish I could think clearer than I do. I wish I could see things better than I do. Sometimes, when you can see everything, you miss the things that matter most.
My job? Seeing. And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn’t be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed into a small room, and make sure nothing bad happens. Security. Of course, nothing bad ever does happen, but maybe it’s because people know there are cameras, people know there’s a man like me watching these screens. Security theater, they call it. Look it up.
People feared me. Bad people feared me. I guess that made me a good man. But the most interesting thing to me, was knowing firsthand what could make a good man be so bad. Maybe being good was that one thing I couldn’t see in my infinite vision of the company I worked for. At some point, I even forgot what the company peddled. My work wasn’t directly tied in with what the company sold. And we were in a nice neighborhood – my work wasn’t even tied in with crime prevention anymore. Human beings are busy creatures – you need something to do, to stay busy. Otherwise, you just might go crazy.
That’s when people became my work. It started innocently enough – pattern recognition was the first step. The company boss would take his lunch earlier on Tuesdays. One man would go to the washroom without fail at 10:30 every day and stay there for about six minutes. Day in and day out, all I did was watch these cameras. My duties extended beyond that, theoretically, but never in reality. I was never called to patrol the roof, I was never called to talk to people. Do your job. Do your job. This was my job. Sitting, watching people.
People became videos, unfolded before me. Videos became stories. Stories became fantasies. Do your job. I began looking a little closer at the screens. They say the closer you look, the less you see. Soon, one by one, the other screens blurred out until I could only see one at a time. Ten became too many. Two became too many. Only one screen mattered, and that was the screen that had Clara on it.
Sweet Clara. Clara became an interest of mine. Interests became fascinations, fascinations became fantasies. Do your job. Had Clara and I ever met on the street or at the club before the day I found her, I don’t imagine she would have been my type, nor I hers. But we weren’t meeting in the club. We were meeting at the office, and she didn’t even know. How romantic. Her mannerisms stuck out for me first – they way she twirled her hair when she was bored, the way her shoulders would bounce when she giggled. She was so casual. She didn’t take work too seriously. And yet she wasn’t overly flirty, never making the office boys pant after her like a teasing user. It helped that most of the time I was getting a good look at something – her frame grew on me, as if getting to know her made her body more beautiful by itself. A nice shapely ass encouraged constantly by her choice of clothing, a bust that left nothing to be desired. But I was an overachiever – I desired nonetheless.
The real sell for me became the eyes. I couldn’t quite see them at first, but as soon as I knew Clara had caught my attention, I knew I had to see her eyes. And I had the perfect tools to do so. Enhance. Enhance. With a zoomed-in camera, her deep hazel eyes penetrated my soul for one fleeting moment when she turned around in her chair. There was a certain something to her look – a longing. A desire. A lust. I had picked my fascination well – Clara had the power to seduce with just her eyes. She was practically a gift – perhaps even a god-given reason for me to be here. I now had an excuse to come to work. Excuses became reasons, reasons became objectives, objectives became my focus.
Pattern recognition played in heavily here. I began to number the Claras that I saw. Clara #1 was the Clara I saw at work. But then there was Clara #2, The Clara who was just off work, exhilarated to get out of the chair, stretch, and leave her cubicle. For a while, the bouncing between Clara #1 and Clara #2 became my pastime, my favorite show. On a very special episode, I got to see Clara #3, the Clara that got angry when her computer started acting up. I almost got out of my chair in surprise, in response to seeing the new Clara. Clara was no longer a show, she was her own person with feelings and aspirations. Sonder, they call it. Look it up.
The more I saw Clara #3, the more I wanted her out of the way to make room for Clara #2, the happy Clara. I wanted to be the one there for Clara. But I wasn’t stupid, I was never stupid. I was invisible to Clara, all three of them. I was the eye in the sky, and Clara only looked towards her screen, just as I did. I needed to escape my position over Clara more than she needed to escape her position under me, trapped in a prison of security where I can see her but she can’t see me. Panopticon, they call it. Look it up. I needed to find a way to worm my way in, to become an active part of Clara’s life instead of a passive one, to become a player rather than a spectator. I was sick of cheering from the bleachers, I wanted to get on the field myself and show the crowd what I had in me.
I came equipped, of course. All of the equipment was there at my disposal. The cameras I controlled were there for me to use. Do your job. Enhance. Enhance. A business card on the desk. Clara Jackson. I had a full name. I also had Facebook, and knew exactly what to do. Enhance. Enhance. I smirked the first time I found her profile – Facebook’s security theater hadn’t won her over. Maybe I did a little research. Maybe everyone has done a little research before on Facebook in this way. But everyone stops after a bit because they feel guilty or awkward. After all, it’s only healthy. Besides, it was still an early point, and I was still running the Panopticon.
Not running it well enough. Audio. I needed audio. I made a phone call to my superiors, the first time I had done so in a while. Now, what happens when they say no? No becomes ‘it’s needed.’ ‘It’s needed’ becomes ‘yes.’ ‘Yes’ becomes ‘immediately.’
Suppose I take a night shift, and some people break in. These are bad people. Good people. Good at what they do. They just lost sight of what it means to be good. Or rather, lost hearing. They took out the cameras, yes, but as they stole some documents, they shouted a bunch, and that’s what alerted me to them. Suppose they only barely got away, and left nothing traceable. Suppose the audio could have been the only clue. That’s when no becomes yes. After all, these guys were good. Very good. They knew exactly how to hide themselves, maybe they worked in security before or something. The documents? Of little value, but it was a matter of principle. Besides, the documents weren’t hidden at this point, they were burned, but no one knew that, so they’d be chasing after nothing for a while. Tomorrow, the microphones would be installed.
A few days later, I find out Clara doesn’t care. She posts a lot of her feelings to her Facebook wall, and the new microphones weren’t mentioned. She’s still Clara #2 under that mask of Clara #1, and I haven’t seen Clara #3 in a while. But now, I’m not just seeing Clara, I’m hearing her. I’m getting the full three dimensions of Clara. Hearing becomes understanding, understanding becomes feeling, feeling becomes wanting. Do your job.
The air of desire exists in Clara’s voice as much as her eyes. To the untrained, her voice means nothing, but the highness of her voice is deliberate. Seductive, delicate, urging you to come closer. The way her breath shifts when she talks about something she likes, the way she holds on to her vowels just a tad too long, nothing escapes the Panopticon. There’s a note of lust to her voice, she invisibly begs for someone to come and take her in her high, teasing voice. The head register, they call it. Look it up.
From viewing her Facebook, I understand that Clara is single. From listening to her, I understand that she is wanting. And from watching her, I understand where she goes, day by day. Pattern recognition. I start alternating between looking into her interests online and rehearsing how I could play off of them if we did happen to randomly meet on the street. Then, one day, it happens. When Clara is out grabbing lunch at a place across the street, another man happens to be there at the same time.
This man happens to dress like Clara’s ex two relationships ago, the one she seemed to have a harder time getting over. But this man doesn’t dress exactly like him. Just enough to be unique. This man is also heavily into music, just like Clara. Clara needs only to look at the man, and undoubtedly likes what she sees so far. Enhance. Enhance. She starts going to the same place to get lunch, day after day, because Clara is very into visual cues. The man knows this, he picked up on this in his research. The adaptive unconscious, they call it. Look it up.
Suddenly, I see a lot more. The Panopticon became the Panopticon and the sandwich shop. The Panopticon and the sandwich shop became the Panopticon, the sandwich shop and choice encounters on the street. Never vocal encounters, no – it was too soon for that. Just enough times to see him where he ‘unknowingly’ becomes a part of her routine. Of course, he isn’t unknowing at all. Dramatic irony, they call it. Look it up.
Clara #2 becomes Clara #4, a Clara on the hunt. A Clara that gets emboldened by comfort. Now that she’s seen The Mystery Man on the street so much, she’s more okay with openly looking at him in the shop as he enjoys his sandwich and looks out the window. She doesn’t know he’s not looking out the window at all, but rather at her reflection to make sure she’s looking at him. The man is sporting a modest beard, just the sort of thing she likes, and is reading Kurt Vonnegut, just the author she enjoys. It seems too perfect, but she’s too shy to talk to him first. After all, when he breaks his gaze from the window and looks around the room, she returns to her sandwich.
So Clara thinks she’ll be clever. Clara #4 hatches a plan, a plan to bring a book by the same author and adopt a more relaxed pose as she enjoys her sandwich. The man will be caught completely off guard and want to talk to her. After all, he wasn’t expecting her to like Vonnegut too. Dramatic irony. The lust in her voice, the piercing effect of her eyes, it doubles when she becomes Clara #4. It only comes in small intervals – the breath she takes as she eats, the way her eyes dart from word to word, but it’s there. Enhance. Enhance. Clara #4 is showing herself off. She wants to be noticed.
Just like he rehearsed, the man notices the book and does a double-take. He then looks at Clara for just long enough for her to notice, but not long enough to be creepy, not like he’s stalking her or something. Human beings want to be noticed by those they notice, to be desired by those they desire. But never to they want it to not be mutual. If this man were to make it seem like he wanted her more than she wanted him, he’d be done for.
That’s why he only calmly walks over to her, like he rehearsed. That’s why he only makes a slight joke about her good taste. After all, Clara likes it when men appreciate her wit, and the man knows this. A joke became a back-and-forth, a back-and-forth became a conversation, and a conversation became a ‘may I sit with you?’ Clara is still Clara #4, but only until lunch time nears its end and Clara #4 becomes Clara #1. The man weighs his options and plays it safe, saying he liked chatting with her instead of outright asking when she’ll be there again. After all, the man knows she’ll be back again tomorrow anyway. Clara reverts to Clara #4 and asks if he’ll be having lunch here tomorrow. Dramatic irony. Satisfied with her answer, Clara leaves and the man waits just long enough to leave himself and go back to his job without Clara seeing where the man works.
I’m looking closer at this point, not caring how much less I see. Clara #1 is not fully back, and occasionally Clara #4 breaks through. I see everything. I hear everything. Clara gossips to a coworker, and tells her all about this nice guy she met at the sandwich shop. Sarah. Sarah is a bad person – she warns Clara about meeting strangers, and how he sounds a bit too perfect for her. Sarah is a total bitch who refuses to believe happy accidents can happen. Clara #4 can not be persuaded, but promises Sarah that she will be careful. The Mystery Man could be done for thanks to a bitch like Sarah.
I chose to do some research on Sarah too. Sarah appears to be such a good girl, knowing how much she needs security theater and never daring to be fun like Clara. Of course, Sarah isn’t too careful, and doesn’t read things like Facebook’s terms of service. These things weren’t designed for human beings to want to read them, they’re designed that way. It’s not too hard to imagine that if Sarah doesn’t read that, she doesn’t read up on a lot of the company policies either.
It took only a few hours of reading, a plan here and there, and a clever mind to plant some damnable evidence on Sarah. Sarah became Fired Sarah. Sarah now has a bad reputation around the office, and people know that anything Sarah said is not to be trusted. All the while, Clara #4 and The Mystery Man have met up at the sandwich shop once or twice. The Mystery Man seems a little down one day, and explains to Clara that a friend of his he knew for a bit was fired for doing bad things to the company. He talks about how he really trusted this friend, enough with his feelings, and shrugs, remarking that he doesn’t really know who to trust. Clara can completely empathize. Can becomes will, will becomes does. This man understands Clara. This man is sweet to Clara. Sarah wasn’t sweet to Clara, why should Clara listen to Sarah?
The Mystery Man seems made for Clara. Maybe that’s because almost everything he says is a cleverly disguised revision or twist on something that Clara has said online. Of course, this might raise a few flags with Clara, so The Mystery Man dislikes a choice few things Clara likes. A rehearsed few things, the types of things The Mystery Man knew Clara would find a cute challenge if he opposed her. The Mystery Man thinks Shakespeare is overrated and that Edison was a better man than Tesla, but Clara #4 just wants to hear him explain why. She likes the way he talks. The moment of truth happens, when Clara #4 asks The Mystery Man for his name. For the first time, he feels doubt in himself, fear. The Mystery Man understands why it’s called the ‘moment of truth’ as he gives her his real name, praying she doesn’t recognize it as the man who works security at her job. If he knows anything, he knows she’ll understand what that means. Clara #4 isn’t dumb. Neither is Clara #3, and he isn’t as interested in meeting her.
Luckily, Clara #4 never recognized the name, even after she added him on Facebook. It was a good thing The Mystery Man understood security theater, or she might have found out where he worked. And now, Clara #4 had opened herself up to online messaging, something that she really enjoyed. So much so that conversations with her could end around two in the morning. Luckily for The Mystery Man, it was all too easy to look like you had a sharp wit over the Internet. After all, one could fine-tune what they say to match what the other person wanted to hear. It’s not like The Mystery Man could do that in real life. Dramatic irony.
Soon, Clara was even messaging him at work. Of course, the Mystery Man could never see or hear how she responds to his messages, but his responses were so witty and perfect it was as if he could read her body language and listen for when she remarked out loud her feelings, something Clara had a tendency to do when she was impressed. He tells her what she wants to hear, and she falls for him like he wants her to. They arrange to meet for lunch, and continue the conversation there.
Strangers became friends, friends became close friends, close friends became casual daters, but I was still an overachiever. I was still thinking unclearly. I didn’t just want to talk and laugh with Clara, I wanted Clara.
Enhance. Enhance. The Mystery Man is looking her in the eye and has a slower, more meaningful tone to his voice when he meets her now. At first, she’s caught off guard, but as she gets used to it, she likes it. The advances continue, with the man controlling his voice like he rehearsed while sitting at his job, watching her. His voice lowers and he uses choice words that throw Clara off her game. He uses different motions with his hands, until his hand accidentally brushes hers. Seeing through the red-hot wave of lust he experiences, he continues the conversation as if nothing happened, noting the look in her eyes. He brushes her hand again, then a third time to be safe. Then he rests his finger on hers.
Enhance. Enhance. In the next few lunch dates, The Mystery Man talks about his emotional side, making sure to make it less abundant than Clara’s on Facebook. During the next few Facebook conversations, he goes over his past relationships and what he did wrong. Clara #4 is impressed with how honest he is, and it overshadows the things he did. Clara trusts him more now. Clara is sure about his intentions. Clara knows she has to jump to Clara #5 and make the first move, now that she knows she wants it.
But it has to be in person, so the next Facebook conversation is surprisingly dry. Clara knows The Mystery Man is wondering if he did something wrong. Dramatic irony. During their next encounter at the sandwich shop, after talking about how much they have in common and how fortunate they are to have found each other, Clara #4 shyly asks if The Mystery Man wants to skip work and hang out at her place. The Mystery Man acts surprised, just like he rehearsed, and asks about her. Clara #4 slips into Clara #5 and naughtily giggles, saying she can claim a half sick day. That’s all the convincing The Mystery Man needs, and soon the two are walking to her studio apartment downtown. Do your job.
People are seeing me. People see me walking close, very close to Clara. None of them know me, or know how much of a Good Man I am, even though most would label my actions as that of a Bad Man. I looked too close, and forgot to see myself. Was what I was doing bad? I gathered information and used it, it’s not like I’m doing this to someone against her will. If anything, she was the Bad Woman. I was now reading Vonnegut, sporting a beard, and liking her Facebook posts because it was needed. I had taken it to the extreme. I had become the role I was set to only play. Method acting, they call it. Look it up.
This was not helped when Clara opened the door to her place and I looked to my left, right into her bathroom, right into her bathroom mirror. I could not recognize the man staring back at me. Who was he? What had he become, and why? Was I looking too close? Pattern recognition. I was looking in mirrors a lot over the past few days, but never truly asking the question until now. There was no question about it, Clara was a Bad Woman. And bad people feared me. Did Clara fear me? It felt a little nice to fall for such a Bad Woman, maybe I was becoming a Bad Man myself.
But Bad Man was first and foremost The Mystery Man, and The Mystery Man had rehearsed for a shy flirty Clara, Clara #5. Clara #5 wasn’t a Bad Woman, she was a Good Girl. And I had rehearsed for everything from the shy introduction to eventually asking her what we were, to making the first physical move until she shyly admitted how good it felt.
The introduction became an invitation to sit down, an invitation to sit down became a deep conversation. The Mystery Man had rehearsed for this. He was saying everything right, everything Clara wanted, and Clara was responding.
Clara was responding more than The Mystery Man had intended. His rehearsals were getting farther and farther away from reality as Clara #4 became not Clara #5, but Clara #6. An overly flirty Clara. A hungry Clara. A Clara that suddenly breaks into a grin and informs you she knows what you want, and if you can keep up.
The Mystery Man tries to keep up. He refuses to believe Clara knew about his plan to seduce her. Dramatic irony. Even as Clara crawls across the couch over to him, he still stutters. He’s suddenly seeing barely anything. The Panopticon became a state of near blindness. He looked too close, and cannot see ahead.
Clara #6 is not letting up. Her hands wander across the body of The Mystery Man, the body she’s secretly wanted for so long. Human beings want to be noticed by those they notice, to be desired by those they desire. But never to they want it to not be mutual. Clara wanted him as much as he wanted her, and The Mystery Man had rehearsed only the scenario where he wanted her more. He was done for.
Her hand rested on his crotch, my crotch. Clara #6 was not one for words, but words were all that were rehearsed for The Mystery Man. The only words she used was to ask him if he liked this, and wanted her to continue, as she moved her hand around over his pants, teasing him. All the Mystery Man could do is admit he liked it and plead for her to continue.
Enhance. Enhance. The Mystery Man now has his back against the wall, and #6 isn’t acting like the Good Girl that is Clara #5. No, Clara #6 is definitely a Bad Girl, purring as she sits on her knees in front of The Mystery Man. The subtle lust in her voice has lost all subtlety. Clara #6 is a slutty Clara. Her submissive yet authoritative eyes look into those of The Mystery Man as she slowly, teasingly unbuttons his pants, releases his cock, and gives it a hungry lick.
My job? I couldn’t tell you in that moment. I was so caught up in the initial surprise of Clara #6 emerging that I had no plan. No rehearsal. No vantage point. The Panopticon had come down, and now I could look all around if I so wanted. The only thing I gazed at was Clara’s own look, her lustful eyes locked on mine as she took my cock into her mouth for the first time. I moaned, and Clara took her mouth off of my cock to give me her classic laugh, the laugh she gave me when The Mystery Man had turned up the charm and started flirting with her. Soon, she was back at it, bobbing her head back and forth as I could only moan and pull my head back so far it hit the wall. Another laugh. Do your job. I grasped the back of her head and started to pull her into my dick, becoming more forceful with every thrust down her throat. Clara #6 was still such a Bad Girl, she only giggled in obedience. Clara #6 knew what she was doing, Clara #6 had done this before. Swishing her tongue this way, swishing her tongue that way, pulling the cock deep into her throat for a second before coming up for air. The Mystery Man still is paralyzed with no course of action to take. He tries to improvise, but he can’t find the ability to rehearse on the spot.
All he can do is keep his hands on her head, trying not to mess up her perfect hair as she keeps going. The little sucking noises and deep moans Clara is producing drive The Mystery Man wild. She only takes her mouth off for a moment to jack off The Mystery Man as she winks and asks him if that feels good. It feels more than good, it feels great. Intoxicating. Enough to drive a man crazy. Enough to turn any Good Man into a Bad Man.
She delicately licks the underside, enjoying every shiver she gives The Mystery Man. she stands up and practically slides her way up his body, giving him little kisses all the way up his neck until she gets to his lips. My job? Accepting. I’m seeing the whole of Clara now; I’m not looking too close. Clara had me. The Mystery Man was caught so easily off-guard. Maybe she had rehearsed this before. The Mystery Man couldn’t even tell when Clara #6, slutty Clara, had grabbed his hands and put them on her perfect breasts.
The Mystery Man couldn’t even tell when he was following suit by almost ripping off Clara’s shirt. Clara’s job? Accepting. She only giggles like a hungry slut as her shirt gets taken off and she unsnaps her bra. The Mystery Man is not as interested in her breasts as her ass, but he’s such a Good Man that he kneads them for her as he kisses her deeply. She accepts, and pulls his body close. She’s grinding her body into his, as he desperately rehearses in his head what happens next.
What happens next. What happens next. She’s taking off her pants, and replacing his former position against the wall. Clara #6 almost becomes Clara #4 as she slowly peels her panties down her shapely, perfect ass. Before she’s done The Mystery Man can’t resist playing a little with her ass, kneading it, kissing it, licking it. Clara #6 is definitely enjoying being his little ass-slut, and moans her approval. Do your job. What happens next. Intercourse, they call it. Look it up.
He lines up his cock with her pussy, and he’s such a Good Man that he asks if she wants it. In her sluttiest voice, Clara begs for The Mystery Man to give her his thick, meaty cock. Enhance. Enhance. The head of his prick pushes slowly into her pussy, and Clara gasps. This is a new sensation. She knows she wants him, so badly. Human beings want to be noticed by those they notice, to be desired by those they desire. Finally, it was fully mutual. The Mystery Man was truly a Good Man again, now that Clara #6 was nothing but a dirty slut that wanted more of this man.
This Good Man needs no more persuasion. She has let him know where he stands. He thrusts fully into her, earning a sharp shriek from the shivering she. Clara #6 is a loud girl. She’s a Loud Slut. An Eager Slut. The Mystery Man wastes no time and picks up speed, grabbing Clara’s hair and yanking it as he leans in close and asks if she likes it rough. Dramatic irony. Of course she likes it rough. Do your job. What happens next.
Clara #6 answers anyway, begging for it faster and deeper. She wants to feel well-used, and why would a Good Man deny her such a thing? But he’s not done yet. The Mystery Man wants one more thing. He wants poetic justice. He first found her because she was on display, so it was only fitting he would take her on display. As he informs her of the plan, Clara only emits a devilish laugh, walks across the room, and takes her new position. The Mystery Man pushes her against the window, lines the head of his cock against her sensitive pussy, and thrusts forward again.
Now, Clara #6 is on display. She’s pressed up against the window, getting her pussy fucked from behind, for anyone who looks at the window to see. She’s an Exhibitionist Slut, a Public Slut. She can feel the cool glass pressed against her nipples and a hard, thick cock in her pussy. She must be in heaven. With the hand that’s not supporting her against the window, she lets go of the glass. After finding her balance, she reaches down to her clit and starts rubbing in circles. The Mystery Man is pumping in and out of her as fast as he can, grabbing her one leg and hoisting it up. The angle is everything. He wants to make sure she’s a Comfortable Slut. Even so, she asks him to fuck her like she’s a Cheap Slut, a Worthless Slut. Clara #6 is a silly Clara – she always has worth, always to The Mystery Man.
He can feel tension building below the waist. Anyone would. Enhance. Enhance. He knows that he’s addicted to Clara – gripping her skin, the feeling like hot silk. Listening to her screams and moans, the most seductive sound on Planet Earth. The song of the Siren. The grip of her pussy, as if her body was tailor-made for his. As if her body had rehearsed for this moment. Thrusts became poundings. Poundings became drilling. Drilling became a non-stop motion as both parties felt the inevitable rising. Clara moaned and bit her lip and cried out that he was the best fuck she ever had. She encircled her clit the other way and savored the feeling of the glass pressing against her body, and prayed she was being watched, and envied, in the moment. Finally, her eyes shot open, her exhilarated, excited, exhibitionistic eyes becoming blind to the world as she cried out in orgasm. The world blurred out to her – she could see only pure bliss, pure passion. The closer you look, the less you see.
The Mystery Man shoved his body into hers as he couldn’t take it anymore – the two shared a connecting of the mind, soul and body as they moaned together, cojoining in euphoric bliss. And Clara was a Bad Girl, not waiting for The Mystery Man to put on a condom. Now she was getting what she had aimed for the whole time. Dramatic irony. She was a Filled Slut, a Procreating Slut, a Lost-in-the-Feeling-of-Accepting-the-Cum Slut.
Breathe. Breathe. Do Your Job. The two leaned against the window for what seemed like forever before The Mystery Man gingerly lifted himself off of her, and allowed her the space to move. Clara #6 became Clara #7, an embarrassed Clara, an overly shy Clara. A Bad Man would feel bad for this elaborate plot, and how he essentially tricked her into thinking you were a Desirable Man. A Bad Man would see the overly unsure Clara and realize he manipulated a girl from work to make her an easy target to fuck. Good thing The Mystery Man was a Good Man. He knew Clara had her own agency. Each Clara had their own agency. After all, she enjoyed herself, even though she didn’t know his plan, or have a counter-plan. Dramatic irony. And he knew from the get-go that he had this in the bag, that this exact event would happen. Nikhedonia, they call it. Look it up.
Shy little Clara, Clara #7, apologizes for the noise and how crazy she gets. The Mystery Man is a Good Man and talks with her about how he enjoyed it and liked it, and how he can’t wait to see her again soon. She doesn’t know how unsure he is about seeing her again, and whether it’s a good idea. She doesn’t know he’ll be watching her over the next few days, deciding how he feels. But that’s okay since he’s a Good Man to her Bad Girl. And he’s such a Good Man that he shows remorse that he has to go when a few minutes and conversations pass. He reassures her he’ll see her again, and that they’ll talk on Facebook. And he leaves.
What happens next.
The job the next day feels a lot more monotonous than usual. He did it. He completed his goal. I completed my goal. Clara was no longer a far-away fascination – she was past tense. Or present tense? Was she still a fascination, did I want to pursue her long-term? I didn’t know. I couldn’t see the future. The closer I looked, the less I saw.
And I saw Clara. I almost held my breath when she first popped up on my video feed. Enhance. Enhance. Pattern recognition played in heavily here, as I noticed she was acting a bit off. My breath caught in my throat when she waved everyone off for lunch, but didn’t go herself. She wasn’t going to the sandwich shop. Did she know The Mystery Man wasn’t planning to go?
It was just Clara on the floor. She was the only one on the feed, so it was just she and I. How romantic. She looks around, a naughty smile blooming on her face, and opens Facebook.
She sends me a message. Hey. I don’t want to be rude, so even though I could ignore her, I reply immediately. Hey. We chat about how much of a nice time she had last night. Chatting became flirting. Flirting became planning to meet up again, and I say I’ll be busy for the next little bit. Oh, is that so? I think that her reply has a sad tone. Dramatic irony.
Clara gets up from her chair, and looks around the room again. Then, out of nowhere, she slowly lowers her pants. Clara #1 jumps to Clara #6 as she becomes completely naked from the waist down, putting one foot on her desk so I can get a better view. I can’t help myself. Enhance. Enhance.
She messages me again, still one leg hoisted up. Remember this position? Are you sure you’ll be busy? My mind is a whirlwind. Out of nowhere, a memory reaches me. A few months prior to meeting Clara. A company party. No one paid me any attention, except one girl who asked me what I did. And I answered, barely looking at her, thinking how much of a waste the party was, and only looking down at the floor. The closer you look, the less you see.
Clara #6 starts playing with her clit as she keeps messaging me. I think you remember me now. I like your new beard, just how long have you been going to the sandwich shop? It certainly was clever how you seduced me, just how could you have managed that? Dramatic irony. I was never the one seducing Clara, any one of them. All of the Claras, they resided within a Clara #8. A goddamn genius.
She doesn’t give up her messages. So, bold choice not to use a condom if you were never going to see me again, but I think you’ll be seeing me a lot more. After all, I might be pregnant, and don’t you think we’d make a great couple? A great family?
Baffled became astonished. Astonished became impressed. Impressed became utterly in love.
Not only cousins, but also lifelong best friends, the two boys look so much alike that they’re often mistaken for brothers, even twins. Both are short, with Aaron standing 5’5, weighing in at 125 pounds while J.J. is 5’6, and 135 pounds. Both have lean and wiry builds. With their dark hair and blue eyes, they are never seen without their backwards baseball caps, and when they smile, their boyish charms are only enhanced, with both of them flashing winning tinsel grins with their braces....
Now, past her prime, she sits alone after having her last date cancel on her. Another night and a failed attempt at trolling the bars brought her back to her apartment. Her empty small apartment is dark and lonely. There sits on the mantle a faded photo of her family, back when they were all happy and together. It's so faded and old that her image has almost faded away. It was funny to her how all those cocks, the big ones, the long ones, and the thick ones had all merged together. She only...
The college visit with not my niece. Pt2 I hope that you are reading this because you enjoyed part 1 of the story. Ellie and I met a few weeks ago and have shared a few fantasies. I decided to write them down and share them as stories. I do not have permission from her to share her identity, but trust me, she is real and damn.. she is hot! +++++++++ We went back to the hotel by 9:00, washed and changed into jeans and shirts and then hit a club near the hotel I enjoyed the sights of all of...
When I prepared to go the American History class, run by Evelyn Howard (really Theresa, but how many knew that), I was stopped in the hallway by a rather rough-looking man, yes a grown man, who gestured to me that I needed to speak privately with him. I was impatient and running late for class (imagine that worry from the future ruler of the planet!), but I humored him, sensing that this mattered. Something was up, so I agreed and joined him in the men’s locker room, which was now...
They fell through the doorway without any attempt at co-ordination. He'd taken his hands from her ass just long enough to unlock the door. She was pressed against him as he tried to insert the key, both of her hands down the front of his dress trousers, the belt already open, his cock hardening in her encouraging hands. He twisted before they hit the floor, and landed on his back, with Claire clinging to his hips. She fell on him, both of them making a whooshing sound as they connected, and...
Dubai Vacation with a Twistpart 1 The early morning was getting hotter by the minute and Dubai was waking up beyond the large hotel's compound. Linda was just stepping out of the shower and was wrapped in a large towel, drying her long dark blond hair with a smaller one when she realized she was not alone in the suite. Two dark shapes stood over by the door to the corridor. It looked like two persons, presumably women, wearing the traditional niqab in black.- Excuse me? But what are you ...The...
A Very Special Birthday Present - by: Jennifer Allison My Birthday - Part 1 Today is my thirteenth birthday. My Aunt Ida and cousin John came over to help me celebrate. "Hey Dean," my mom yelled upstairs. "Your Aunt Ida and your cousin John have been here for ten minutes and you still haven't come down to say, Hi." "I'll be down in a minute. I have to finish this chess game I am playing on the Internet." If I hadn't been on a twelve game winning streak I would have...
375 filling up at a Truck stop It was a dark winters night of overcast clouds and threatening rain, Helen, glanced at Dave sat concentrating behind the wheel of the old estate car, driving as usual with that consummate ease of someone who had held a licence forever. A smile flickering round his face, as he drove, he knew where and what was their purpose once more, and of her need for sex of the basest kind, sex with strangers, men at the most basic sexual level, who would just use her body,...
My girlfriend was always a hot little mustang; short, bobbed brown hair, tiny tits, with the rest of her body just as perfect in every way. She had a perfect ass and always had a small natural muff of brown public hair that barely covered her pussy. I called her the perfect love doll and sex was always great. She loved her orgasms no matter how she got them. While she would rarely instigate sex (a Catholic thing I think), there was never anything physical that she would not do or let me do to...
VoyeurAROUND HER FINGER - 04 By Libnos The following Saturday morning I found out what some of the other things were that she'd ordered and shopped for. After showering, cleaning my rectum and removing my body hair, Kelly brought me into the bedroom still naked after she had me install a larger butt plug. The bigger plug hurt at first but I must have stretched my anal ring as it soon started to feel comfortable and I could concentrate on the delicious...
You are wearing your flowing white sun dress and walking barefoot on the white sand beach... There is no one else around... as I approach, I see your womanly figure walking towards me... you are lost in thought and haven't yet recognized me... your lovely smile appears at the instant you realize that it is me... As we reach each other, embrace, and kiss, I notice that your white dress is quite translucent and the white bathing suit that you have underneath accents your figure in a most...
EroticThey ordered another round of drinks, Maza and Jaeger trying to steer the conversation in a more lighthearted direction as the night went on. The group discussed everything from exopolitics, to the presence of bathrooms inside human dwellings, their jokes increasing in volume and decreasing in complexity the more alcohol that they consumed. Ayau engaged Baker in a long conversation about the Krell, the pilot telling her everything that he knew on the subject, fascinating her with stories...
It all started when I was sitting watching the telly when my pretty young girlfriend came down from her bath. "Want me to cut your hair?" she had asked, it needed cutting badly but with the mortgage payments and all those bill there was never enough money left over for things like hair cuts. "Yeah, that I'll be great," I said looking up and to my surprise she hadn't gotten dressed but had just pulled on some clean knickers and had a towel across her shoulders. "Dressed like that you...
Ulysses - 3751 C.E. It only when the space ship Ulysses had travelled far enough from the Schmidt Republic that it appeared as nothing more than a tiny dot in the distance that Paul and Beatrice received a visit from Lieutenant Korolyov. He introduced himself as the Interplanetary Union military officer whose assignment was to ensure that the couple would arrive safely on Earth. He was a Saturnian, as were most Interplanetary Union officers in this part of the Solar System, and in common...
I knew fairly early on that I was bisexual and for whatever reason, I've been fortunate to stumble into many bi experiences along the way. I guess I felt a need to share some of those experiences with everyone so I've posted two other stories, New Employee Fun and Neighborly Fun. Lately, an unexpected college experience I had came to mind, so I decided to post this story as well.I attended a small midwestern college and as a Freshman, I was a member of the varsity soccer team. Most of students...
THE NEXT CHAPTER OF MY LIFE – Part 1 CHAPTER 1 I watched as the sun began to peek above the purple hills, East of my home in the Texas hill country. I sipped my coffee as the red ball of fire rose slowly in the sky. I thought back to the times when my wife, Alexis, and I would sit out on this same deck and watch the same beautiful light show day after day. We were both early risers and enjoyed sitting outside with our morning coffee, listening to the mooing of our cattle in the...
Jim introduced me to Marcus. I guess he had all ready met Sarah, and Amy. He is a very big black man, he is like, 6 foot 7 inches tall, 225 to 250pounds. Jim told Sarah, Amy, and I to undress. We then all went down stairs. Once there, Jim opened a hidden door, that is behind a book shelf. We walked into a hallway, there are 4 doors on each side of the hall. We went into the 3rd door on the right. The basement looks to be a lot bigger then the house. In this room, it looked like a little...
You're a nice girlfrom a nice familysomewhere in the Midwest.Your Mom told you all aboutboys and sex.You learned to spit and swallowin the back of Bubba's pickupThen you got a job in the big city.Your new friends took you clubbing downtown.You met a nice boy called Todd.You went on a couple of dates.Then Todd saidI only fuck girls in the butt. You're in the city now. You gotta give up your ass or give up your boyfriend.He wants anal sex?Your Mom never told you about that.Is that called...
I was standing in the video both at the adult book store. These booths have no doors just a walk way back to the booth area. As I was watching a girl get slammed in the ass on the screen a guy walked in. I was so hard and ready to suck cock I grabbed right for it. As my hand wrapped around it I could tell it was nice and thick. He was only half hard and pretty nervous so I couldn't tell how long he was yet. I was jacking him and he was jacking me for about 1min without him making a move. I got...
I had my BA in hand and only two days left before I too would be gone. I was due to catch a plane the next day having graduated from High School at seventeen and then been accepted and enrolled in a college in Chicago. I went to summer school each year and graduated with my BA at just twenty years old and had applied and been hired by a hi-tech firm in San Jose.My dorm-mate, Joan, had finished packing up her last bag and was off to Dallas where she had been hired by a law firm. We hugged and...
MasturbationAnn and the looking glass. ©Hitchhiker 2002.Ann had found the mirror at the second hand shop. She had moved house, and needed a long mirror to put in her new bedroom.The mirror had been hidden at the back of the second hand store behind three old wardrobes; it was covered in dust and cobwebs. Why she had looked that far back in the store, she couldn’t understand, but there it stood nearly 6 feet tall and 2 feet wide supported in a frame of near black Mahogany. The...
one He was walking fast down the street because he was late, she didn’t like it when he was late even though she had no control over what they did; it made her sad when he wasn’t there like he said he would be. He had a key to the front door of the apartment building because she could no longer buzz anyone in, that system had long since quit working. Jogging up flight of stairs he knocked on door 203. She asked who was there and he answered with a gruff “let me in slut”. He heard the...
We all laughed at that for a while, until ‘Mad-Eye’ himself walked in to say, “Honey, I’m Home!” While he doesn’t limp or have only part of his nose or a glass eye, my father does sound like the actor. After giving Gennessee his ‘Home from work’ kiss, he asked “What’s for dinner, I’m starving!” “Hold your horses,” she said to him. “Redden, introduce your girlfriend to your father, first thing.” Walking to him, with her on my arm, I said, “Mr. Fields, I would like to introduce to you, the...
22 year old Amy has traveled from distant lands (San Diego) to get fingered, fucked, and facialed by a stranger on camera today before she embarks on her career as child development expert. How does this relate? It doesn’t. There’s no reason this girl should be here. But with looks like that and sexual enthusiasm like she shows in these 72 minutes we’re super happy she is. Plus, she’s an actual college girl. So that’s nice. You know, since we used to be able to...
xmoviesforyouTURNING SUMMER 2 - by Monika Ikon It was the week before the 4th of July and summer had officially begun. Two months before my wife Kathy had given me my first bikini. She said she wanted to put some new life into our relationship and I wanted to do whatever I could to make her happy. My appearance had changed a lot since then but it didn't occur to me that anything was out of the ordinary. My wife's explanations for the changes that she wanted me to make always seemed...
The clock on the wall read 5:30, it was only a half hour until the insurance office closed for the day. Behind the counter Flo steadily typed away at the computer filing away insurance claims, payments, and other mundane paperwork while customers milled around the aisles. Many people found the large, bright white interior of the building to be offsetting at first, but business was still good. Almost two dozen people were looking at the various insurance policies available to them. There wasn't...
Finishing School For Young Ladies By Michele Nylons Chapter Four - The New School An elegantly dressed slim woman in her forties stood at the top of the stone steps leading up to the wide wooden double door at the entrance to Chelmsford Finishing School For Young Ladies. She was smiling and Valerie smiled back at her. "Welcome Miss Swindon. I'm Deputy Headmistress Lisa Meakins" she beamed. "Harry go down to the kerb and see Miss Swindon's cases to her dorm please," Lisa...
Now be a good boy Billy and show my friends here how much you ?love and respect me. No whimpering or crying now. You are not a baby anymore, you are fourteen. Now crawl on over here and show my good buddies how you make me feel good. Don't be shy about crawling naked, my friend enjoy seeing a healthy fourteen year old colt all bare assed. Remember to arch your back when you crawl so those globes are nice and high and that deep hairless boy crack opens to give us a glimpse of your sweet pink boy...
The phone rang, he looked at the name on the screen, it was her, he looked at the clock the time read 1.30am he rubbed his eyes before answering the call, before he even heard her voice he knew what would be said, he pressed the answer button and a seductive, assertive voice resonated on the other end “where are you?” the voice said “In bed” he replied wearily, “come here now!” the voice demanded, he knew that any kind of protest would be met with anger and revulsion and protest is not what he...
Please read 1 first as this continues from thereAs i pulled Bec to her feet we kissed slowly at first as Bec whispered she could taste her cum on my lips and it was making her very wet againMy hand went in between her legs and at first 1 then 2 then 3 then 4 fingers fucked her hard and fast , i pulled her long dark silky hair as i finger fucked her and she loved it saying yes fuck me J, finger bomb me hard and the sight of those big tits and me finger fucking Bec was driving me insaneI knelt...
The word 'Dogging', kind off bypasses many people. Last month in the press, three young woman all schoolteachers were prosecuted under the public indecency act, for visiting and participating in 'Dogging', they went individually and were caught in a sting operation, in total, seven women and s*******n men, good odds for a horny girl to get into, but when you think about it, why not?I was still a girl when I found out about it, and it was close to home when I did, as both my mother and father...
‘This could be worth the day off’, I thought as I realized that my neighbor must have done the same thing, and taken a day off to enjoy her pool. I have admired this woman for the past three months after meeting her, helping her move in. She was cute! She stands about 5-4, 135 or so, blue eyes, red hair, light skinned, and a figure that made any guys, or girls for that matter, mouth water. Just enough freckles o make you smile as you eyes wandered up those firm legs, across that slightly...
My phone is going off and when I look, it’s my husband texting me. He doesn’t even bother to call. He says he is going to be home late from work again. I just finished putting dinner on the table.I sit there and eat alone, having a glass of dark red wine. I know he’s fucking someone now. I take off my pants and start fingering my pussy as I finish eating alone. That bastard.It is a couple of hours later when I hear him come in the door. The food has been in the refrigerator for a while. I am...
CheatingThat evening I was at Miss Krystal's home with Harmony and First Sergeant Wexford. It was just the four of us. Harmony and I were naked. Miss Krystal wore a pants suit. First Sergeant Wexford was still in uniform. Fish and raw vegetables for dinner, with juice and whole grain bread. Conversation: dinner was mostly conversation. "Scott," Miss Krystal observed, "you've said nothing." "Ma'am, I have nothing constructive to add," I replied. It was a lie—I had said things like pass the...
Sophia Grace loves to party. She loves it so much, Sophia is now organizing and promoting parties. Sophia has turned her love of parties into a career! She has thrown some of the best parties in town, and today she’s in search of a space for her biggest party yet! After taking the tour of the space and meeting with the space’s management, its security staff, and its DJ and entertainment people, Sophia knows she’s found the perfect spot. The issue now? Budget, of course....
xmoviesforyouShe licked her lips then put her tongue on the tip of my cock. She teased the hole before taking all of me in her mouth. I could feel the head of my penis against her warm, wet throat. She slowly pulled her head back, her tongue sliding against that vein until only the head was in her mouth. She began to suck as if she was giving me a hicky.She pulled her head back and there was an audible ‘pop’ as my head came out of her mouth. She looked at me for a moment then reached into the night...
This particular story is about an older lady named Teresa Roberts. Teresa was having problems with her internet cutting in and out so she placed a trouble call for a tech to come out to her house and this is where I come in. As soon as I saw her, there was something about her that struck me the right way. She wasn’t incredibly hot and she didn’t have the tightest body in the world but there was something about her that made me want to fuck her. Teresa is only about 5’2” tall with...
I suppose I was alot like most boys growing up. My first sexual arousal came about when I had a crush on my mother. Not until I was older did I realize that this was a perfectly normal feeling. Of course, having a mother who was quite attractive helped the situation along considerably. The first time I masturbated, I jerked off thinking about her. As time passed, so did my fantasies about my mother, or so I thought. Mom aged very well and at the age of 61, she was still a beauty. She was 22...
I fear no social structure or consequences, so I can narrate these real life incidents in my life that have constructed my memories. If you have read my earlier stories then you might know that I am in the IT field and travel very much for work. On 1 of these travels through the capital of India, Delhi this particular incident took place and gave me immense pleasure; I would like to share this incident with all of you. What ever happened is told as it happened and these stories are very much...
Gay MaleMai ek achi family se belong krta hu,sex ka bda hi pyasa hu,mera lund 7.1 inch lamba hai and 2.8 inch mota hai aur ekdam lohe ki rod jaisa mjbut hai,jb kbi m muth marta hu to 1 ghante me jhadta hu khne ka mtlb hai ki stamina bht h,body bi achi h,dikhne me bi acha hu.. Ab m tmhe aruna ke bare me btadu,aruna meri padosan hai jiski shadi ko 2 sal ho gye hai and uska 1 baby bi hai,vo dikhne me ek dam husan ki rani hai,26 sal ki h par dkhne me 18 ki ladki ko bi fail kr skti hai,aruna ke boobs 34 hai...
Curiously Bi By Blueheatt ___We are an average couple&hellip,.except at night we become sex animals. Nina has a great body, long reddish brown hair and nice 34 C tits. My close buddies said she was hot looking. Me, Mark, I am tall, blondish and Ninas close friends said I looked hot. We were both 22, and living together, we have no kids and plenty of time to have great sex. Slowly I noticed a trait of hers. If we were in the mall, sitting on a bench and people watching, she would comment on...
Issue 10: Skool Daze "Jessica, have you finished the paperwork?" the lady at the school office asked. Long Island City High felt like a good school and I was keen to get to classes and regain some normalcy in my life. The school was built of reddish brown brick, stood six storeys high and they called it LIC. The campus looked a little tired and underfunded. The office looked like it was from the previous century. But it ran smoothly and the people seemed enthusiastic. "Uh, Yeah," I...
Judy: From the Beauty Salon to Prom Girl and Bridal Experiences By Janis Elizabeth Prologue The old year that has past was filled with all kinds of different experiences, some expected and eagerly awaited and some only dreamed of and hoped for. Memories created from the old year become the foundation of the hopes and expectations for the new. With the beginning of the New Year, there is always the promise of new and exciting times, the potential for...
My name is Tammy. My husband and several of his buddies have a cabin in the woods on some very remote property in the mountains of PA. I had never been invited to see it and wondered why they all enjoyed their time so much at this place. They were very secretive of what went on, and never seemed to come home with any wild game. So, I started asking questions. My husband asked me if I wanted to go on the next hunt, and I said “sure”. He told me if I went, I had to do whatever he asked. I...
Her son James was thirteen, one of the two best players on the team and the only black kid. He was a good kid with good skills and an attitude to match. He played shortstop and third base and I'd worked with him and helped him become a pretty good pitcher too. My name is Rob. I'm six feet tall and about 165 pounds, thin from years of distance running in addition to the baseball, with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, German ancestry, about as white bread as you could get. That summer I was...
Laura and Jim are a married couple in their late 30's. Jim works as a clerk at the local home improvement store. His wife Laura was going back to the local community college to get her paralegal degree. Jim has a foot, nylon, and leg fetish and loves it when Laura dresses up in the bedroom wearing sexy nylons and high heels. He'll spend hours worshipping her feet and legs and sometimes he gets so excited, he'll cum on legs and stockinged feet before having a chance to cum in her pussy.Finally,...
I've been asked a few times to tell my friends here about the first time I had with a man. Thought it would be easier for all to just have it on my profile. It is all true ...I can still remember it like yesterday :-)“A married guy looking for another married guy for some fun” said the advert ,..and he was in my town. So I sent him an email. He was very patient with me as we exchanged messages for like months, swapped a couple of pictures. I just wasn’t sure if I could go thru with it. Even had...
In this epic, dystopian future Hardcore Gangbang, blonde bombshell Cherie Deville is a lust-filled Sex Witch, a warrior fighting for the right to sexual pleasure, who’s only a few steps ahead of the militant hordes sent to destroy her. Isolated in the desert, Cherie fortifies her bunker and seeks strength from the spirits of the witches that came before her, so she might fight off–or better yet, SEDUCE–the savages pursuing her! When the five hunters reach her, they take her...
xmoviesforyouThis is not a true story. Chapter One: Hide and seek For several years I’ve always thought my sister was attractive. Growing up we were best pals pretty much. When I was the age of 10 I saw my sister nude for the first time, and have had a lust for her ever since. During the summer months of 2013 I went to my Mothers house to visit my brother and sister. My Sister, Jane was 10, and my Brother Matty was 6. I didn’t care to see my mother, I had no relationship with her, and wasn’t...
Chapter 1Given just how revealing the slutty little outfits are that my hotwife wears to pubs, clubs and bars,I'm amazed that she's never been arrested for indecent exposure, breach of the peace or grossindecency! She constantly pushes out the boundaries of what she wears and what she gets up to.I first met Kim four years ago at a property exhibition I'd rented a stand at. Through an agency I'dhired four promotions girls to help out on the stand. They were all in their twenties,...
Part FourThe youngest of the black boys, took out his mobile and began to make a phone call. I was somewhat disappointed as I assumed he was going to be taking photographs of me adorned like the hardcore sex kitten I was portraying. He began speaking quietly at first, then let out a huge belly laugh.“Yeah babe send the Limo to this address straight away. We’ve got some hot bitches to party with, and the brothers are going to love these fine hot sluts!” He smiled looking me directly in the...
When the worlds collided, the borders became a blur, what was once a view into the horizon was now a keyhole into the unknown. What was once a walk in the woods, low led into the claws of an unknown mistress. All of them were merciless, all wished for nothing more than to usurp the other, whilst playing with the people caught in between. But one of them saw the bigger picture... "Mistress... please..." A knight whispered from the foot of her throne. He was still in his plate, his sword not two...
BDSMIt was in the summer of 1955 and I was on a rice farm with my friend , we had been seeing each other naked and he was older than me and much bigger than I was, but I grew as the years went by. We would always go fishing olong the bayou of south Louisiana and ended up going swimming naked. Now for the really nice thing that happened to me. I was a small build boy of 18 wanting to do something with a man. heard about man with man and wanted to know more about that. We were walking along the bayou...
GayTim and Diane had been married for almost 15 years. They were by all accounts the typical middle class family. They had a great marriage and both of them got along extremely well together. They were high school sweethearts as Tim was the football captain and Diane was head cheerleader. Tim had a very successful job and Diane volunteered for a number of different organizations. Diane was also a great mom as she did everything for her two children. It was about a year and half ago when Tim got...
Hi guys…This is Neha after a really very very very long time. I am here with another hot experience. This is brand new experience. For the rest who don’t know me, I recently got married. This happened a few months ago. I planned for a girl’s night out one day with my friends. I just got moved in a city with my husband but was still in touch with my friends. For the night out, we were planning wild. We all wanted this night to be a secret from our husbands and boyfriends. We met in a shopping...
I had a dream and it seemed like so much fun! I secretly want this to happen in real life. I want to service a man while cross dressed but in a specific way. Your figure changes from dream to dream but my ideal man is someone who is patient yet knowing how to get they want. I feel comfortable around you and im even starting to be fond of your touch. I started out as a straight male but hanging out with you has made me question that. It wasn't long ago you let me see your package and slowly...
Case #7017346 – March 18th, 8:32 PM. Suspect is a bleach blonde adolescent female with blue eyes. She identifies herself as Sky Pierce. The Officer on duty believes that the suspect’s friends has hidden stolen items in her purse without her knowledge. He confiscates and searches it, uncovering the stolen jewelry. The suspect is distraught but complies with a full-body search. The Officer concludes with a thorough cavity search as well. The rest of this case is classified. Evidence logged on...
xmoviesforyouErnie turns up at Melissa’s house at the agreed six o’clock to find a subdued argument going on. Mister Watson is surprised when he meets Ernie for the first time, because he’s neatly dressed and is polite, a big change to most of Melissa’s previous boyfriends. He’d heard a lot from the other family members so he wondered what Ernie was like. After letting Ernie in he turns back to his heated discussion with Mrs Watson. After listening to a bit of it Ernie says, “Excuse me, but I may be able...