Sticking Plaster Part 2
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The hotel bar was jammed with weekenders, people on short breaks. Alcohol was plentiful and the atmosphere lent itself to unwinding, letting their hair down
Kirsty sat at the head of the table, her devil’s horns still in place and a “Groovy girl” note book in her hands like some teenage student about to sit her exams. It may not have been cool but it did the job sufficiently.
“Now can I have your attention please?” Kirsty called above the hubble of conversation.
The girls all turned, smiling at the bride to be. Sarah, Kirsty’s cousin, had known Kirsty the longest but Rachel, Claire, Alex and Beth all had known Kirsty for some time. Rachel and Claire were both makeup artists, having trained in the same college for three years before going on to successful careers.. Kirsty had known both girls since secondary school and had agreed to allow Rachel to do her hair for the big day and for Claire to do the makeup.
Dale's house, set back from a lonely dirt road just off I-78 out in rural Pennsylvania, was full of plaster and ceramic sculptures of wildlife. He had a workshop studio in his basement with sculpting tools and supplies, and he had long since converted his garage into a gallery and store. People would drive all the way from New York and Philadelphia to buy his works. He wasn't wealthy by any means, but his hobby provided him a modest income. Unknown to anyone but himself, Dale had a fetish of...
This had better be good” Beth muttered under her breath as she reached for the telephone. Who the fuck would be ringing her during “Big Brother” anyway? All of her friends and family knew to avoid calling Beth at this time as Beth was highly likely to become most unreasonable, like a bear with a sore head whilst menstruating and she didn’t take too kindly to being disturbed. “Yeah?” Beth almost sang down the phone. If this was some marketing call, she’d rip them limb from limb. If she wanted...
This had better be good” Beth muttered under her breath as she reached for the telephone. Who the fuck would be ringing her during “Big Brother” anyway? All of her friends and family knew to avoid calling Beth at this time as Beth was highly likely to become most unreasonable, like a bear with a sore head whilst menstruating and she didn’t take too kindly to being disturbed. “Yeah?” Beth almost sang down the phone. If this was some marketing call, she’d rip them limb from limb. If she wanted...
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“Oh, you like this then, do you?” the Simon masked person asked, noticing Beth’s predicament. Beth went to shake her head vehemently but Alex demanded she stay still whilst she took the picture. Simon had delved into his pocket and reached for his own cell phone, throwing it gently on to the bed. “Take a few for me too, please” he requested. Beth’s jaw dropped. How could anyone be so perverted? Dirty little fucker! Alex paused to swig some more of her drink before picking up Simon’s...
It was a beautiful sunny day and I decided to have my coffee and cigarette outside, as I sat there minding my own business I was looking across the road where the neighbour was having some work done in their house. I saw an older man about 40 plastering a wall and his younger assistant, probably about 20, was helping him.Then the older guy pushed him against the wall and started to kiss him, his hands were somewhere else as the younger man had his arm across his shoulders and his head in the...
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I broke my arm after an accident at work; I was plastered from my shoulder to my wrist which was not good because it was my left arm, and that was the most important to me because it was my wanking hand and any one can tell you it is so hard to have a good wank with plaster on your arm, however all was not as it seemed, several days later while having a shower I got the top of the plaster wet which caused itching and discomfort, this is where my mum stepped in to help, after explaining my...
Después de lo que había pasado en el hotel aquel, no podía quitarme de la cabeza lo ocurrido.Antes de salir de la habitación me había dado un pequeño papel con la dirección de su trabajo y el número de teléfono.Había pasado ya casi un mes cuando encontré esa nota guardada en mi cajón entre mi ropa anterior, la saque y no pude evitar sentir que mi respiración se agito recordando de nuevo aquella verga en mis labios entrando y saliendo, sus venas marcadas.Cargue la nota entre mis libros unos días...
Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis.Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets blown out of the sky and you...
Love Stories(C) Mojavejoe420 2020 Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis. Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets...
When we got back, the atmosphere was decidedly different. Wine had been opened, and tippled. Lots of wine. Women had changed into sleep wear. Mostly scanty sleep wear. My grandmother ... my fifty-four-year-old grandmother ... was wearing a T shirt that she’d obviously gotten from Randi, with the logo “College girls do it after studying how” on the front. Her legs were bare, where the shirt stopped about mid thighs. None of them were wearing bras. Tabby had on her fricking thong! I found that...
I ordered the casting kits online, and my mother graciously let me use her credit card. Over the next three days I got asked exactly six times if I’d ordered them. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking my mom knew I ordered them, so I should have only been asked five times. Danny asked me too. Apparently he’d been getting extra good sex, since the night the decision to use the kits had been made. Yes ... that night. The thing that made me crazy was that Aunt Christy didn’t act any...
Behavior modification is the process of withholding rewards, until the subject displays appropriate behavior. You do good, you get a treat. You don’t do good, you don’t get a treat. That’s basically what my mother and Randi did to me. The exception was my birthday, which was the next day. My mother got up at five in the morning and came into my room. She woke me up by sucking on my dick. She didn’t control me the way Randi had. I think that’s because, now that she’d decided to keep doing...
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