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heyftinally · 11 days

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I don't understand the fortnight cd??? Like they can buy a cd with 1 song on it?? How would that get it more streams if it's physical sales? And if it's a remix it would be that version getting the numbers?? I don't get any of it??? I dont get how she can be so greedy and butthurt that she might not be number 1 for 2 minutes???

So from the Official Charts website, this is how singles play into it:

"The Official Chart is the most comprehensive survey of its kind, almost a full market count in fact, it captures over 99% of all UK singles consumption, 98% of all albums and over 90% of all videos and DVDs. We count sales and streams from 8,000 sources every single day and then combine them all every Friday for the Official Charts, unveiled by BBC Radio 1 and published on OfficialCharts.com.

"Because buying a single or album is different to streaming a track, we use a formula to combine all of this information: 100 premium streams (when you pay for a subscription) or 600 ad-funded streams are counted as 1 single ‘purchase’.

"For albums, we count the 16 most-streamed tracks from any album, and divide by 1,000 to create an “album stream” unit. Each of these units are counted as equivalent to 1 album purchase (whether download, CD or vinyl) for chart purposes. Sales and streams of all versions of a track, including for example remixes, acoustic versions, live versions, sped-up versions, are all combined together into one total and one chart position in the Official Chart."

So that's how that works. As for her inability to not be the most worshipped person on the planet, my working theory is that her ego combined with her victim complex is blinding her to reality.

She's the definition of spoiled rich princess "I see it, I want it, I buy it". In this case, she's buying being the best/most liked (which...says a LOT if you ask me).

But because she's constantly the victim (in her eyes) of everything that happens, then "clearly" (sarcasm) her not being number one is because something has gone wrong, and not, y'know, because people just happen to not like her gross ableist garbage song as much as actually good music.

Basically, she has narcissistic behaviors through the roof, and if everything isn't about her and to her liking 24/7, she's automatically the victim in her mind.

The woman needs boatloads of therapy from a therapist who isn't afraid to tell her the cold hard truth. But that will almost definitely never happen. Which makes it all the more ironic that she used psychiatric torture and murder as an aesthetic for her shitty song.

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vampirefr3ak · 11 months

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I watched sherlock and doctor who which means bbc should pay for my therapy for all the things they put me through

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renatedagmarmilada · 1 year

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UNO Project, THE TIMES 1991—and BBC

run by St Barths Human Research //

hence all to be returned to victim as it was....as science projects always returned to their former

Lynne – they track everything at the lab, all can be returned- insist it is returned.

Intellectual Property--

lab calls this REDUCTION part of an EXTREME EXPERIMENTAL PROGRAM- Health Ministry Minister Arnold signed for- your lives are forfeit you are so vulnerable that it is easy to strip you and mess with you-

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WE ARE DECENT, USEFUL, HARD Working CITIZENS - with a lot of talent-

daughter Rachel De Souza head mistress of Victory Colleges

son Project Engineer for Becktels USA

two younger sons destroyed by lab called SIBLING TESTS- tortured remote mercilessly- third son crippled from years of torture of unimaginable cruelty- it would take Nuremberg trials to get anywhere near what has been done to both boys, fourth son has no feeling in Genitalia (Mohammad and yussuf) and scarred for ever/ cheated endlessly and left penniless- because the lab used them as young children and destroyed their normal life proceedures as can be seen by the difference between the two children brought up by my ex and me and these two, played with by the lab constantly from early teens and before-

11.7.13 TODAY WE BEGIN THE LIES ABOUT THE ACCOUNTS- UP TO NOW WE HAVE COUNTED IT HONESTLY – WE OWE YOU ABOUT £6,500+ £11,000 taken from the HYPO by all the Pak Operatives

SSE—I put £100 on to your gas bill, I was going to create small bills afterwards but you had the meter but in.

Everything is being oovered with lies since the last week--

lab st barths human research has copy of everything on lab computer and I want copies of everything I have done sine they began persecuting and terrorising me- I have not even started about the remote torture, which has been unbelievable

UNO signed something to give ST Barths Human Research permission, but were not told what the lab was actually doing- UNO told them they had to let the victims know what they were doing. After the act, they put something over a tv progr. (they have a studio at the BBC and a director Sydney, who works for them-) or music etc-- when it is far too late, often a long time later- and bank cheating, never...........they just say, we have 'used' banks.

St Barths Human Research "we will average her. We intend to steal absolutely everything she has.they came to the UK in 1947- penniless refugees we intend her to get out like that, we cannot afford a scandal- our Pakistani operatives to drive you out and kill you if you don't go, as our abuses and crimes were too many- including using your children when very young-

used also as King's whipping boy - separated by lab as Royal/sexing used as for Royals-

Lynne lab person - the lab tracks everything they have had stolen and can return it-

****HOUSE BREAK IN’s Since 23 May to 1st June—at least five, Pakistani Operative opened doors remote, more copy cat break ins to before- “WE SENT THREE WEST INDIANS DONE FOR VIOLENT CRIMES IN AND SOME MORE MIDDLE EASTERN GIRLS TO ROB HER—“ half a dozen oil pastel sketches on black paper and some books with texts taken and goods.. lab pakistani St Barths Human Research operative it is what Dr Meyer Edgeware Rd wanted- Dr Meyer some will be returned, but doctored and downgraded!

--leave once cod liver oil tablet left on stairs, once wardrobe door swinging, three time elastic tied to Ugo out—uses Carribean, more local girls and Slovak..

I was ordered to by Anna Grey of The Ministry of Health. I want everything returning- my papers and my goods stolen – they call it thieving therapy.

Anna Grey Health Ministry, junior Secretary (to keep her safe from law) I will give her a little pay out to pay for their lives if she asks for a therapy to be taken into account, nothing else.

-I WISH FOR EVERYTHING TO BE RETURNED- PHOTOS, PAINTINGS, TEXTS academic and creative AND THAT MONEY TAKEN BY LAB STAFF

Tracker is on and all thefts are followed--

I am not asking for compensation- I just want ALL that is mine back and will go then.

microsound/ all operatives have stolen something of value, the lab directed them and rolled savings and pension out of her bank account-

program signed for by someone at U.N. "we did not tell him what we were really going to do"

Royals gave permission, shown bogus film by second porn starlet, with Renate head supplanted

/studio at the BBC director Sidney/ all goes throughEmley Moor mast/ Guys Hospital aware/ paid for by USA Human Research 63 million, and 7 million by Brussels, who have called abort many time, not intended like this/

began interference in our lives 1983- began program 1991 THE TIMES insert/ anything goes as long as you cross the t's and dot the i's/beaming our lives to New York sister lab, beam looped to all world to strong receivers/ set off alarms at St Monica/ USA give us all you have- outlawed programs, unusable programs etc

put all family on monitor and copied my work from beginning and lab members used as their own, Cosmopolitan etc. all of us have suffered/

Lab-we will turn it round and make them guilty - used a banned psychiatrist Karl for info on how to destroy- dr Meyer Edgeware Rd London,- John and Lauren Redbridge neighbour of Milliband and daughter Fay, used all my work.

Operative Simon french- gave all my work painted and written and raised artificially wife Jean Beaumond, now using her husbands name as I have put her name everywhere-

to cover gross misconduct- bossess moved to Health Ministry so untouchable by law (former lovers, Minister Arnold, several Senior Civil Servants- bossess Anna Grey gave my uni work to friends and Ministry Personell- my family history to Junior Health Minister- who wrote 27 pages into his book =former jews from east, ???? my family were rich artisans and we come from the lush Urals 500 years ago, not sandy Isreal, poor workers??? Pamela Pensions, given my UEL german texts for daughter who was studying German, I am naturally tri lingual! -- translations are lodged at the Goethe Institute in London )

silver medal for poetry, / father’s pocketwatches The Iraaqi thief for the lab stole our large bottle of Channel 5 from your eldest son.

Pakistani operatives had each of the local thieves take five items out of home--

16.07.2013 another thief sent in, took personal address book by phone and other stuffs—will check.

Taken Criminal Slang Dictionary

European Mythology dictionary

Other books...

(used it the other day) Paki operative using local Slovaks (we are repeating all previous crimes- took address book in 2010---) TO QUALIFY ALL THEFTS Dr Meyer Edgeware Rd London has told us to say you are Starting again and have to be stripped of all things—

This means they are still opening my door by laser from the lab St Barths Human Research as only I live here and I NEVER leave a door open

DR MEYER ASKED US TO STRIP HER OF EVERYTHING—THE FENCE FROM FIRTH PARK SELLS HER STUFF AT PUBS AS DOES THE ENGLISH THIEF UP THE HILL...

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3.June 2013- GIVE HER TO US< WE WILL DESTROY HER FOR YOU- Mohammad-

"we had no defence for what we have done so we had to phase her out.."

3.June 2013 More of my texts disappeared from my Folder, China Write—

9th June, found another of her poetry books, translations of Ukrainian poems/Slovak

Leather handbag— Pakistani sent in 2west indian druggies – we took 6 items It took half an hour. All our sons shirts too-

Paki lab op – Leoni Sheffield HallamUni stole and used my Grimsby School of Art work besides 300 Euros etc and Marrisa Longley College- Sheffield stole 3 paintings, whole book of paintings Two Months in St Petersburg—etc 45 and 46 Lloyd Street Sheffield was a set up by Op Sayed..

Adam Kahn Hiinde house lane took my box of stories he had stolen from cousin in Danrell to cousin at 59 Idesworth rd Sheffield- who then passed to west indians 59 HornDean road-sheffield – thw carib women there have been copying it all – though it is clearly marked, Sheffield Uni Writers Group, / Sheffield Art College Psalter lane Sheffield – etc as their own work sending it off, as the lab watches.. Pakistani’s want every single thing to be stolen.. so I retunn to Germany naked they say—because we were EXVELLENT citizens

Firevale Group of West indians are still passing the notes and essays and poems they wrote round theiir community though they know who and what I am--

Three blogs off Facebook, anna now rules the uK

9th July 2013 another break in, left things about, tried out stuff Lilly of tthe valley etc put one or two things back downgraded – insturctions to paki lab operatives, confuse.. Sketch Pad

Adam Kahn Hinde House Lane Sheffield moves my stolen box of family history texts, texts from Psalter Laner art college daily diary, University of Sheffield writers Group etc to cousin at 59/61 Idesworth Road Sheffield

Massive numbers of drafts and emails from off my computer which lab St Barths has wiped and not sent on

hacking into all poetry sites constantly, wiping off and changing into rubbish poems-- and MY folders- taking off paintings,poetry, essays etc

spring 2003 lab began shredding a mass of your letters at the lab St Barths Hum Res- we used trick form to always get your post first..just one director.

Intellectual property

WE WILL REPLACE IT WITH INFERIOR COPIES WE WILL MAKE

3.June 2013—Paki Op- I sent in a thief last week, he took TWO MORE SKETCH BOOKS FILLED WITH YOUR LIFE DRAWINGS- I want you to have all copies and others the real thing..

Lab Lloyds Bank—we autograph your sketches and paintings with our own names-

**************I do not need their copies, paintings, sketches or writings, or essays I wish for my originals, or the copies from ANNA GREY MINISTRY OF HEALTH- copies from her monitor..I do not need their stupidity..***

(already one of my stories a copy of theirs)

From Luggage June 2012-John Appleyard Barnsley

used two Iraqi thieves:

I WANT IT ALL RETURNING

30 water colours stolen by lab

15 books full of texts by lab

endless diaries AT LEAST 20 stolen 9.4.13

photographs of family from war and before/ President Masaryk and Russian Major liberating Europe

large new box Windsor Newton paints- and small box..

use local thieves everywhere to steal originals:"let them destroy them and we will keep copies"

ie 60 Torsten Rd Sheffield, Amy- Idesworth rd Sheffield and numerous carribeans in area have box of my work, Art degree College Diary, Creative writing degree, Literature and german degree etc

24 Popple street Sheffield thief, son has signed my sketches as his own passed onto friend

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------NO M.A. CERT PERMITTED- LAB bossess ANNA GREY I DO NOT WANT ANYMORE EDUCATION-- SHE IS A SECOND. TOLD GERMAN STUDIES PROF DOING EXPERIMENTS BUT NOT WHAT- I wish the return of my MA certificate NOW

Teaching books stolen by lab in suitcases stolen by lab/ in parcel from Italy stolen by lab- also reading books from posted packages

I wish the teaching books returning now

Two Spelling teaching books, one taken by west indian induced to break in/ science teaching book- (I think lab)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------families of- AND lab operatives and even spin doctor Meyer all used my work constantly from beginning - there is nothing you can do about it-

whilst destroying all I tried to achieve

Ana Meyer- sells copies of my sketches to design centres, recently another to Calvin Klein.£300, also to Paco Rabin, M&S, Top Shops etc she has hundreds of my work over 25 years. Niece also Topshops/nephew has all recent work/ etc

Fay daughter of Redbridge John the sadist killer and wife lauren, who wrote my stories as jewish stories to People's Friend

Fay has copied paintings by the dozen and sold them as her own and stories

Jean Beaumond, copied paintings and stories wife of operative Simon.Now using her own name and work, after having used all mine

writer Brierley given my diaries to put into his books as padding--

THE LAB St Barths - Health Ministry ESTABLISHES CERTAIN FAVOURITES AND USEFUL STARS AS LONG AS THEY ARE PREPARED TO USE YOUR /MY WORK- THEY ARE PUT IN THE WAY OF CONTACTS TO RAISE THEM, WHICH THE LAB THEN ENSURES--- THE BIGGEST SCAM EVER IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND-I quote-

Alyson, destroyed paintings even as she cannot draw, by inking them, I WANT THE COPIES On the lab MONITOR sells my work by signing the originals - list is endless, Mrs Pocklington Cricklewood, etc I am told afterwards, by 'their methods' over tv program, microsound, over music etc - which the asian operatives use for sexual and other abuses, also during nights, Meyer, she will think she dreamt it and weaken. Harrassed through Colleges and Universities- 'we wanted to use you not a lecturer. we gave the marks.'

Bernice manageress of St Barths presently, has three of my books printed several of my poetry RETURN

Alan Manager of St Barths presently has three of my books - has printed several of my poems etc RETURN

Dr they call Harry, recently retired from Middlesex Hospital, London, has several books of mine, "I have taken all I want from them"

also sons of ALan and Harry used my thesis of Jews in Germany - for A level to get into prestigious colleges, School of Economics and London Uni. told lecturers it was jewish work (my info came from Hungarian writer not published..)

I WANT ALL COPIES OF MY UNI WORK BACK-- ALL THE DEGREES-- Myer even had art college paintings stolen

Op. Mohammad I took some of victims book home and gave the rest to Fay to use as her own. the staff are all given all her work from off the computer, to use as their own..

24.4.13 all her poetry books except one stolen from luggage coming from Spain

23.4.13 Dr Myer Edgeware Rd took five books full of life drawing sketches,about 200 sketches in all

lab distributes the papers to people I want them back

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several papers to MohsinKahn

several to Sister in Law Christine

a lot to Bernard, jewish Refrom Doctor formerly sheffield hospital

lab itself, 20 of your paintings from luggage by OPERATIVE MEGAN who also took money from LLOYDS BANK ACCOUNT twice 110-and 80

all the Pakistani BIBI ETC operatives take 150 from bank account

Operative Amina, takes £280 off HSBC moneys into machine puts into Pakistani woman's acount

Firth Park Bank Clerk takes off £400 only records - did not check till got home

Market, give stall £20 does not giver approp change operative

fleeing to Germany I put money in Hypo bank-- each of eleven pakistani operatives took £1000 from HYPO- bank account - they call it rolling it out..

Berlin Human Research paid to take part incase I flee over there- come to lab

Werner ties my computer to their at the lab

all operatives given all my log ins and bank account numbers

Megan I took about 20 family photographs- including from baby places, irreplaceable, refugee never to be seen again

luggage from Spain slit open box- took three books filled with poetry etc to Bernice, manageress of the lab

Leoni 46 Lloyd street, essays / designs etc from Grimsby school of Art Foundation/moneys from purse £300/ 2 phones etc spring 2012 lab tuned thieves

Marissa 45 Lloyd street WHOLE BOOK of sketches/ designs, goods

9.4.13- 20 diaries from box----

Alyson /Meg wrote my s stories from illegal processing as her own, WORSE she defaced 20 of my sketches—I am primarily an artist who teaches.

LAB OPERERATIVE SCRIBBLE ON MY SKETCHES AND BURN THE ORIGINAL COPIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BBC- 5.7.13 I made a book of sketches using your work, including a lot of from your life drawings-

THE LAUREN GROUP – Jewess..

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UPON RETIREMENT I INTENDED TO WRITE PAPERS ON THESE TEXTS AND PRINT PAINTINGS--as books

re two books already PAPER BATTLESHIPS and THE LEFT FOOTERS--

many poems printed in INBOX books and others

exhibitions at Sheffield Library and Art Tower Sheffield Uni amongst others- Islington Library, Leeds Library etc

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three weeks ago-Slovak 24 Popple st Sheffield/sketch books from bedside/diaries and texts-son tracing sketches (3 lots of them now)

3 months ago/ Iraqi teenager Robey St Sheffield/four text books full of work poetry Uni degrees

oct 2012 Earl 95 Lloyd street - MASS of Uni texts and goods and 96 Lloyd st -west indians 2/3 entries

7 Lloyd st now at Manor estate-2 west indian/ chinese goods, sons£1000+ money from pockets and texts-- chinese jacket purple worth £500

wensley estate sheffield/ older west indian 3/4 entries sold my goods to local african wmn 4 pure silk robes £300 at least, and many other items brought from teaching in China-

Photographs of war time, russian friends given me- in Russia

GCE certs/ Sheffield Uni Russian cert/Sheffield Poly Cert Art and art history foundation also all several Scotland Yard clearance forms since 2002 yearly.. \Baptismal forms etc etc

4 silk robes China £300/sketch books etc etc by Wensley Estate sheffield Thief west indian

Earl Marshall Rd thief used by Lab- Firvale sheffield 4 russian carved boxes/ two sets beautiful cards etc# taken because we said "the Hungarian human research chief paid to come to England, did not like Russians" (?) in boxes ready to post as presents to my grandsons beautiful sets of russian cards, I bought on trip russia with Twinning Donetsk Sheffield with Sheffield University.

Sheffield Fence, Firth park, short blonde stubby nose all manner of stuff from China including catholic prayer plates/ etc things I bought in Qingdao Church and also memory baptism by my goddaughter Jun jun at Qingdao Church Christmas Eve 2003

Firvale west indian family, boys and Idesworth Rd Sheffield/ entered and robbed many texts used by the whole family and cousins even now, even read one in class as his own

Amy 4 Idesworth road used / several Rasta types, / 60 Horndean Rd Firthpark ALL using my work

Adam Kahn, HInde House lane Sheffield, entered stole box of books full of texts, 8 years from Sheffield Univerisity writers groups/Psalter Lane College art diaries/ sent them to cousin in Darnhall, then to Idesworth rd west indians - several Carribean women/Idesworth RD, Tideswell Rd Firth park and Firvale Sheffield, copied and copying still them, now the young men are copying them/ incl now 56 Horndean Rd.

Operative Mustafa sent Slovak in again last Wednesday-- stole more art materials,etc and son's stuff..

cards from 1914 before- cards from friends, all manner of such different cards etc

sent MY ACTUAL sketches to Calvin Klein and Paco Rabin, signed with their names, cutting off comments I made at the time and dates - then all of them took some of my work and signed with their own names-

the entire work, including degree level work, to Stefany, placed in school and used

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HEALTH

November 2003- Wayne, lorry driver who threw 80 of my books for European Libraries into disused warehouse in east London-" may we hit her body Steven/ yes, bodies can be healed" 3pm hyped heart, so pounding. Since then used daily, including dredger on brain at nights, all night everynight some form of torture remote is used/little known technology..

SLUGGISH SYSTEMS HYPED REMOTE FOR WATERHEADS, MENTALLY HANDICAPPED AND PHYSICALLY HANDICAPPED

I would needs write a book hence they steal my diary as I recorded a lot of it in them-

MONEYS

each operative has to train to roll money out of my account

3 weeks ago, £100

Megan some months ago, twice £120 and £80 IN total some £6000+ no matter where I move it/ tried moving to germany Hypo bank- each Pakistani operative told to roll out£1000 for himself- one took £2000- used bank of England to do this? they have also falsified cheques etc they call it and EVERY CRIME THEY DO AS AN ISSUE - not a crime, anything, even deaths

EVERY TRICK IMAGINABLE IS TRIED so I get massive power bills when I rarely use my gas fire, phone bills I have not used etc

every other type of trick tried, with de-energy anything can be made to happen- most sophisticated machine ever, given to cleaners and carers by the most corrupt group ever to exist

I had sold house to escape several times

Student at leipzig Uni, sister Uni of UEL for one year, Deutsch bank gave Polishstudent same card, she took grant out, left me penniless, Barclays constantly used - owe us a ton and lloyds

The lab has been taking my money none stop- trying to make us into beggars they say..because the former boss Steven had taken massive loans and got into debt-

all operatives have to try out all crimes and take for themselves, after service in the lab from cleaners and carers they are all moved to prime positions and middle management

ALL nightly BULLYING HAS TO BE HEARD TO BE BELIEVED-

evidently the Prince and Queen were shown a bogus film and file and told it was me, for permission. Not the government, then they too were told lies.

The worst killer is John of Redbridge- he says he hated me from the start, I have no idea who he is, or why as I am a very quiet person, traditional etc They decided to break up our marriage at the beginning, which they do often, as with Royal couple-- but I know he is very, very rich -

Their Pakistanis call it teasing, call me a whore/tart etc constantly- do not ask me why? and then destroy as though I had done something to them--

HACKING INTO ACCOUNTS OF EVERY TYPE- Changing what is in them--

folders on my computer

/wiping off emails- de select

destroy contact with friends and family

Lost desirable job in Dalian China/ intentional

all operatives permitted to hack into my folders and take and change what they wish

Hacked into my sites, changed and took out poetry etc

hacked into bank accounts etc

all operatives permitted to copy and take home my work for their own use' Pakis have done so for their children-

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christmas presents to Russia taken home by operatives

eaten chocolates etc thrown out books

book to China close friend professor, operative took home (japanese treatment of english in SIngapore)

all post taken to lab

return from teaching in Italy, box full- charge 50 Euros instead of 20-teaching books, etc operative took home

box to daughter from China, operative sent to family in India

box to Russian friend?

letters and small parcels always taken

Suitcase on flight to Beijing- one year teaching taken off tarmac Manchester to lab all taken to lab and operatives helped themselves, one sold on EBAY my stuff, super expensive artists paints, sketch books, teaching books, 20 silk shirts, etc etc hundreds ofUK CD's

THE OPERATIVES TAKE MY GOODS HOME FOR THEIR FAMILIES AND SELL THEM ON EBAY..

Debra secretary- took photos of mum, frau Schulz, in Barton will never see again, wedding photos of both my elder children (I have NO photos of my elder children)etc

Wayne, threw 80 of my books to European Libraries into disused warehouse London

besides taking everything I send by post/ if I put one into library they have someone take it and not return it

the list is endless since 1984...............

PHYSICAL ABUSE AND ATTEMPTED MURDER

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REPEATED SEXING (as Pr Diana)

AS All night 21.May 2013 (I am 68 years old on 23 May!!!) They used sexing on my mother when she was in her seventies) the bestial animals keep the womb irritant all night, as it is a dreadful feeling and every time you drop off to sleep the pigs put the lewd filth onto the dream continuing torture-

IRRITATIAON OF THE WOMB extremely uncomfortable and also makes me pee- they put on lewd, filthy dreams at the same time- unbelievably disgusting and keep it up all night repeatedly. pointless torture as most of this is..the pakis sit there all night messing the machine -elder white women teachers being tortured in their dirty little fantasies

the evil operatives often use this during lessons, for many years now- women dare not talk of such things, as they think it is their fault as a child with rape. with men they give them an urge to lunge and grab.. hence the Prince was given this treatment too and hence rape, technological rape

They tell their beasts I am to be raped and they have to put on thanks somewhere and that is all I require.

Radium B put on my co-ordinates-- also other type of killer substance--

DEBASEMENT even in Churches and working in Hospitals during holy services and whilst on the Ward nursing..

Wrote a file of their own failings and say it is ME!!!!!!!!!!

because I don't smoke or drink and live a healthy life style, Meyer had put on alsorts of remote torture EVERY NIGHT OF MY LIFE SINCE

it will weaken her and she will think she dreamt it- agonising and excruciating-

used for water heads in mental homes who have sluggish systems -- hyping heart, pressing it (closed half of ducts with this) pressing all organs, especially recently eye retinas and corneas.. for months, so I should never paint again-- or teach. Dredger on brain night after night, destroys brain cells- pressing down with laser on skull

pressing down on arteries, that is Dr Myers speciality on arms, so later they harden. op Megan, presses left artery of heart (whilst in Spain- they paid half million to Spain to continue there.. june 2012- oct 2013..intended to run away there as had many Students living with me and taught for Chesterfield School back then, did not think Spanish were so weak towards corruption)

Endless Lewdity over tv and music--pakistani operatives disgusting, I am 68 years old, never done anything like that- they are filthy. and know it is a put on. watch me in bath and undressing- I would not allow a male nurse never mind strange men watching me and insulting me like that---yet I teach their children! years ago I wrote to BBC and ITV but received no answer-

I know 'ology lady used my PE lesson during BE'd from Nether thorpe School, I heard it, identical// the lab sponsored tv writers to write up my stuff - so that no one could get at them--

Martin, failed exams, given all my work, advertising now millionaire

then Philip-- I see my work on vans etc..

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HEALTH DESTROYED<,

you have about 7 years of life left, as we have left your organs too weak to live much longer than that- besides the Radium B etc... from pressure of laser, your heart and lungs are very weak, can’t walk up slightest incline without panting. Laser presses the squashy material in your lungs, diminishes lung space- Half your ducts in your heart have been closed. Wewanted to use you for sexual experiments remote, not have you studying and paintings-

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22.5.13-5 to 12/ over TV-- We put £100 on to your gas meter--- St Barths Human Research (over phone: your choice the jews said- YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE SIGNED SOMETHING-- I signed a nurses form in April 1991 at West Ham Community Health London- shouted at by Nurse Hughes to do so."this will help you" no copy given, could not read it as straight from Shift at Newham Hospital.. went next day for copy..Nurse Hughes yells : It has gone higher, sapeena me, sapeena me...(at that time I had no idea what sapeena meant- three London solicitors have tried to find this form, without success... I think they refer to this. Thirea London, found a form I signed on the day I was sitting at a desk at the UEL in a German lesson, saying St Barths could open all my files..in the event, I did not bother much, as there is nothing in my files, I have never done anything or had anything which is of concern.)

since beginning, SEE HOW YOU CAN CHEAT THEM--- I have tried to be patient- and just use as little as I can of anything--

lots more such instances over the years

woolwich £50 Arthur took that out

richard german Human Research took out £2000

Werner German Human Research tied my computer to lab computer

Berlin Human Research FELIX took out fifty percent of my hair whilst I was teaching at Ocean Uni Qingdao ..

electricity bill twice £70 I went to Germany - Lynne

gas bill (I was in Hungary)- we gave an english family your tiny bill you got their bill with central heating £80

THE LAB ACCOUNTS LEADER PUT ON

lab owes you about £7000

without the HYPO bank thefts...which were £11,000

Dr Myer had purse stolen at Christmas, so boys and I penniless over Christmas Months benefits-

- had purse stolen, Upton Park underground, £400

Intellectual

Art college failed by Dr Myer Edgeware Rd London WE DOWN MARKED YOU CONSTANTLY SO WE HAD ALL YOUR NEIGHBOURS ROB YOUR UNIVERSITY WORK--

overuse of lecturers, one shot himself, one died of pressing lungs, one given breakdown as many, many others

BE'd - Head you are not mixing with adults! Myer, give lowest mark possible-

UEL-- endless intervention filth, lewdities- give lowest mark possible (Wayne- give her the border line= 20% taken off because she already speaks German)

Creative writing degree Sheffield Uni- mark as low as possible –

I WANT ALL MY QUOTES , money and all my work RETURNING- -------------ALL-----------

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indouloureux · 2 years

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Iebrndkgtrk — Listen listen- I like sad things alright (kinda-okay maybe a lot-) I have so many damn sad books and I always cry at them, especially the movie dog’s purpose! But I love it to bits! OMG that just reminds me another movie I really love, I forgot what it was called but it was a dog who kept waiting at a train station-?

Hmmm comfort characters, I don’t really have one? But at the same time I do? I think maybe Anne from Anne with an e :] I love her to bits especially Diana! If you haven’t watched it, please watch it! It’s so good!

Comfort films/series/movies?

Mine would be: Anne with an E, Sherlock Holmes, the hobbit, lord of the rings, fantastic beasts, Harry Potter and so much more 🥲

- 🦋

YOU MONSTER YOU MADE ME REMEMBER HACHIKO PAY FOR MY THERAPY RN

also anne! i love that show and im so mad they cancelled it >:( my fav character's cole and anne too hehe

comfort series: also anne with an e, also sherlock (bbc), stranger things bc ive been there since 2016, b99, 10 things i hate about you, little women (2019), back to the future, the greatest showman (bc of the songs dear lord), and every spiderman movies <3

#🦋baby #answered

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thegreatestofheck · 4 years

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Heck’s Masterlist

OBX Masterlist

Since some of my fics are getting long, here’s a masterlist of everything I’ve made so far in relation to Outer Banks! It will continually be updated as more fics, blurbs, and requests are added!

Also, my requests are open! I don’t generally do smut, but I’m open to mostly anything else!

JJ Maybank

Requests:

Jump - You are John B’s sister and you’ve been following him around your whole life. After deciding to make your own path, you find yourself caught up with a boy who is no good and JJ is the only one who can get you out of it.

Wedding Dress - JJ makes a promise to himself that he’s now not sure he can keep.

Run - You’re John B’s sister and after sending him off on the Phantom, it’s up to you to cover for him. But Ward Cameron is still your legal guardian and he comes to collect his property.

Ransom - John B’s sister is taken by the square groupers. In exchange for her life, they ask for the compass and a heavy ransom price. It’s a race of time as the Pogues, with the help of Sheriff Peterkin, journey into the marsh to save her life before the clock runs out.

Not So Unrequited - in the middle of an argument with your best friend, he says something to you that you had never wanted to hear.

i love you - your relationship with JJ had always been rocky, built on a mutual desire for affection. that doesn’t mean he would never break your heart.

fill the void - she always felt alone, so when he needed her most, she couldn’t resist.

promises, promises - You and JJ have an unspoken thing, passed only though stolen glances and half serious flirting. But the day after he takes the fall for Pope, you find yourself standing at a crossroads; do you step in to protect him from his dad, or do you stay out of it?

Series:

Ocean and Alcohol - (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, Epilogue, Rafe’s POV) You’re a kook, but your life is less than ideal. After a fight with some of the other kooks, you let slip a little about your home life to one JJ Maybank, who is more than intrigued. (reader insert with a name, tw: abuse, canon content)

Tempest and Gin - (1, 2) The gold is gone, but Elma’s problems are just beginning. With her dad in police custody and her mom once again AWOL and refusing to pay for legal council, Elma and Ms. Lana struggle to get through the trial with a court appointed lawyer. At the end of her rope, Elma finds herself juggling friends, family, rivals, and enemies as she struggles to keep her wits about her and do the one thing she’s always done; protect Kid.

Girl With No Heartbeat - (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8) After a near death experience, JJ is saved by a girl in the water. When he and the Pogues find her washed ashore the next day, they are more than surprised to discover that she isn’t your everyday girl. (mermaid/siren au, canon divergence)

Imagines:

Sweet as Honey, Hard as Steel - JJ’s girlfriend is the complete opposite of everything one would expect. A straight A student with big life goals, Elena has never been the drinking, smoking, fighting type. And JJ wouldn’t have it any other way.

Coward - Your mom just passed and your absentee father has come to collect you. But that means leaving the life you knew and loved, including your best friend (and a little more), JJ Maybank. But he isn’t ready to hear what you have to say on your last night together.

Rafe Cameron

Series:

Fire and Storm - Rafe Cameron had always wanted her. He wanted to be hers and he wanted her to be his. But she wasn’t and he was slowly beginning to realize that he never would be. (this is Rafe’s POV for a bit of another series, Ocean and Alcohol)

Requests:

Better - Secretly dating Rafe as JJ Maybank’s sister isn’t the easiest thing, especially when your brother finally learns the truth.

Imagines:

Meant to Be Yours - Rafe Cameron, your boyfriend, was more broken than you realized. He wants more from you than you can give. (based on the song “Meant to Be Yours” from Heathers the Musical)

John B

Imagines:

Girl Crush - You spent years yearning after John B, your best friend. You just didn’t realize it until he fell in love with the most beautiful girl on the island...and it wasn’t you. After that, only Sarah Cameron was on your mind. (based on the song “Girl Crush”)

Tethered - (routledge!reader, John B’s little sister) Surfing the surge was a Pogue rite of passage. You had been waiting for the next big storm to show your older brother that you were ready to be one of them. But the storm was stronger than you or your brother could have imagined.

Just Come Home - (routledge!reader, John B’s little sister) You come home one day to find your brother bearing harsh news.

Series:

By Dawn - (1, 2, 3) John B meets a mysterious girl at his court ordered group therapy. After spending weeks trying to get to know her, he slowly realizes that she’s a tough nut to crack. But then one day, she leaves him a cryptic message...the night before she goes missing. With the disappearance of his father still so raw in his mind, John B refuses to lose anyone else. And he will stop at nothing until he finds her.

Sarah Cameron

Imagines:

Kie Carrera

Imagines:

For Forever - When you’re parents find out that you’ve been secretly dating your best friend, Kie, they go off on you. Afterward, she comforts you, reminding you that blood doesn’t mean family. (tw: homophobia, found family to the max)

she - As a Pogue, having a crush on Kie Carrera was almost a prerequisite. You knew that all the boys were crushing on her, at least a little bit, but accepting your own feelings for her is a different matter. (reader has a crush on Kie but isn’t really ready to admit her feelings)

Requests:

Nothing More - You’re secretly dating one of the Pogues and your brother is starting to become suspicious. The only problem; he’s fixated on the wrong friend.

Pope Heyward

Imagines:

Nothing to Prove - Pope helps you with some relationship problems. Later, while hanging out with your boyfriend, you realize that running from your fears got you nowhere and the only place you wanted to be was with Pope. (very soft)

Delivery Boy - With an absent mother and a distant father, you’ve always felt alone living in your empty house. But a certain delivery boy might be the one thing that makes running an estate worth it.

Seires:

Bare Bones - (Preview, Theory 1, Theory 2, Theory 3) Pippa Cantu has always been a little…strange. With a knack for knowing everything there is to know about every conspiracy, every mystery, and every weird happening, she doesn’t have much time (or desire) for friends. But when her chemistry lab partner asks her to join him and his friends on a hunt for the Royal Merchant, she just can’t say no.

Kelce

Series:

Simple Melancholy - (2) Jemma “Little J” Maybank finds herself a little over her head when she accidentally falls for a boy from Figure Eight. Between her overly protective brother and Kelce’s incredibly rude friends, neither of them are sure how they’re going to make it, but they’re determined to.

General (Everybody)

Imagines:

Do Not Stand - One of the Pogues passes away and leaves a message for her friends. Each of them take it in a different way.

Series:

Little Village - (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, Finale) As the oldest of the Pogues and John B’s big sister, June always acted as their mother. She helped with assignments and studying, helped pay bills when it was needed, made dinner, reminded them about hygiene. But then she got pregnant and her boyfriend left and suddenly she found herself unable to do all those things she was once able to. When they say it takes a village, she wasn’t entirely sure they meant a bunch of teenagers. (post-canon, I haven’t decided who the love interest will be or if there will be one at all, so that’s why its here)

Requests:

Homeward Bound - After spending years abroad at a boarding school, Kie’s sister returns to the Outer Banks. The Pogues quickly realize that, despite her cold exterior, there is a free spirit inside her just longing to break free.

A Bunch of Love Stories Masterlist - A series of fics based on Taylor Swift’s album “Fearless”.

Outerbanks Playlist - This is just a list of songs that remind of the Pogues and other characters in the show. A few of the songs are connected to some of my fics as well!

ATLA Masterlist

Zuko

The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars - She is a non-bender from the Southern Water Tribe who somehow found herself smack in the middle of Fire Nation central, where a young prince is fighting an internal battle she hopes to help him win.

Harry Potter Masterlist

Fred Weasley

warm - you and your husband survive the second wizarding war, but so do some of Voldemort’s old followers, and they are hell bent on revenge.

Severus Snape

The Other Her - Severus Snape had two friends while he was at school. One, every body knew as Lily Evans. The other was you, an unknown student who wanted nothing more than to be noticed by your friend. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to the Gryffindor heartthrob every time he mentioned her name.

Only One - You return to Hogwarts years later to watch your son’s Quidditch match, only to find yourself a little bit in over your head.

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Derek Morgan

breathe again - he saved her life and now she has to deal with the aftermath. he’s there to help her every step of the way.

Aaron Hotchner

dark of the night - an agent gets taken in the middle of an investigation. in a race against time, the team at the bau must find her by diving into her deepest secrets. when a video tape arrives with horrible images of the state of their friends, aaron hotchner realizes just how terrified he is of losing her.

The Musketeers (BBC) Masterlist

Porthos

enough for you - the wife of a musketeer reflects on her relationship with her husband while Porthos watches from the sidelines.

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Don't why the fans especially the manga readers are hyping about tooru breaking the curse when she didn't even do shit. she just went on that silly adventure and be an annoying crybaby whenever she learns something new about the curse. it was actually akito who broke the curse so i can't understand what you are all hyping tohru on.

Ah yes, I to remember the days when I’d be deliberately antagonistic just for fun and beat on female characters for showing emotions and caring about people. Or indeed, resent characters for having entirely realistic reactions to the cosmic horror and terror that surrounds them. Then I turned 16 and HER WE ARE ten years later and I get to see it from a whole new perspective! What fun.

In your misguided attempt to cause drama by shitting on people having a good time by being excited about upcoming character moments, much like Dr Flemming’s unwashed petri dish, you have hit upon something that benefits further discussion and interest.

That point being, was it TOHRU who broke the curse, or was it Akito?

The answer, I believe, is both. SPOILERS FOR ANIME ONLIES TONY YOU ARE WARNED DO NOT @ ME AGAIN IF YOU MESS UP.

When Tohru sets out to break the curse and stop the love of her life from being locked up in a cold dark room for the rest of his existence, she finds out that the curse is firstly, a bond of blood sworn by the spririts of the past and not something that can be physically manifested, and secondly, that the curse has already begun to break RE: Kureno.

Now, there’s a LOT of theories about why Kureno’s curse broke and if it truly was some random event or if there was a trigger. I think it’s a combination of the two. It’s noted by the maids and by (I think) Shigure that this is the first time in a long time that the entire Juunishi are present. There is also a sizeable age gap betwee Hiro and Kureno, that would about match up between Hiro being an infant when Kureno’s curse broke. Ergo, I propose that his curse broke soon after their first New Year’s together as a complete banquet with no spaces missing. Save that of the cat, of course, but more on him later.

Kureno is the rooster, and I believe that in legend the Rooster was seen as the closest to God because he could deliver messages between heaven and earth. Therefore it makes sense that the first to leave God alone, is God’s messenger. “We have had our final Banquet, it’s time to end the cycle.”

Of course Akito/God does not have a positive reaction to this, and the loss of one Juunishi inspires a great sense of loneliness and fear within Akito similar to that which lead to the creation of the bond in the first place. We do not see God being willing to make any attempt to work on achieving the Cat’s wish of finally being able to form friendships beyond the Zodiac and forming bonds with the humans he was so afraid of before.

And THAT is the crux of the matter. Tohru came into the Sohma’s lives and began to break the curse simply by forming close bonds with them all, and letting them into her life and react to the world around them. Hana and Uo are both friends with Kyo and Yuki, actively choosing to spend time together. We also see that in Kyo attending the same school as Yuki, it opens up that same school to Haru and Momiji where they too can form bonds outside of the Sohma influence. It’s a school THEY chose, not the single sex one Akito picked out. Equally this means we have to give some credit to Yuki for making the brave choice of defying his parents and Akito’s wishes by attending a mixed school, and Shigure (who continues to be the mastermind here) for goading Akito into allowing Kyo to also attend that school and not simply pay off the private school he was MEANT to attend and have them let him back in.

It’s also no real surprise that the two other Juunishi whose curses break before the final scene are Momiji and Hiro. Hiro is shown to be forming bonds outside of the Zodiac too. Not only has he matured enough that he is able to understand things from Tohru’s perspective now and has a relatively positive relationship with her, he ALSO becomes a Big Brother with a little sister he adores. Again, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that his curse breaks whilst he is in the same room as her. The Sheep has formed a meaningful relationship outside of the Zodaic, so it is time for the Sheep Spirit to return to its original realm. We then have Momiji, who is absolutely desperately in love with Tohru and is also equally desperate to be allowed to have a relationship with his OWN sister. Momiji’s curse breaks only after he has gone through puberty though and reaches adulthood. It’s when he starts to truly understand the path that is laid before him, and where he stands in it. He WANTS a relationship with Tohru, but he can also recognise that she is in love with Kyo and that makes it all the more painful. He knows that as he ages he is only going to be made to feel more distant from his sister, and that hurts too. HOWEVER, Momiji doesn’t ever stop LONGING for meaningful relationships and a world beyond the life of the Zodiac. He recognises that he does not have anything really tying him to the Sohma anymore, and so his curse breaks. The rabbit spirit has no need to be part of the banquet, and so heads home.

Now, as you can see, whilst Tohru is a key trigger in the breaking of the curse, she’s still not the one to actively do it, right?

Well, wrong. Sort of.

Take note that when we’re told the ACTUAL story of the Original Banquet , we find that the Cat was the first friend God ever made, and was also the first to die. It was the death of the cat that triggered God into creating the eternal bond that would always bring them together, and it was the cat’s terror and dismay at being forced into such a bond that caused them to disown him. The cat has, all along, simply wanted God to make friends. The first who had the curse take effect upon them, was the one who rejectd it the most and as such was then shunned forever more. The cat wanted God to make bonds outside of the Zodiac, and in turn the cat was forever banned form making those bonds. Even though we’ve been show the Cat was granted some realtionships in the form of Kazuma’s Grandmother; it is a relationship made out of pitty rather than love and understanding.

Tohru though? Torhu is the God Damned (excuse the pun) Year of the Cat Fanclub PRESIDENT. Nobody loves and respects the OG Cat Spirit in the way she does. She emphasied with the Cat’s plight in the legend her mother told her, feeling sorry for them being tricked like that and being forced to miss out on being part of the legend. She wanted the cat to join the group! She cradled the cat’s body in much the same way God in his final moments, as instead this time Tohru brings him back into the light and forms a stronger and longer lasting relationship with the cat spirit through love and empathy.

And later on, in that same mountainside, it is TOHRU who is the one who reaches out her hand to god and asks to become friends. It is the act of God forming friends with mortal humans that triggers Akito/God to finally release everyone from their curse. That’s why it happens when it does, when Akito knows that Tohru is safely out of hospital, that she has still welcomed Akito into her life... and that if Akito is going to take those terrifying steps into forming relationships that can end in rejection, she’s going to have to do it on her own two feet.

THAT is how Tohru breaks the curse. THAT is what is important here and what is so FUCKING HARD ROCK about Tohru Honda. We see her willing to stand up to GOD in order to break the curse, but she stands before God as an EQUAL. Tohru WILL break the curse. She WILL fight for her soulmate. She WILL make you be friends with her and address your deep seated issues of self hate and abandonment (not that she has those issues herself ahahahha no I’m just your average happy go lucky teenager with two dead parents who lives in a tent I’M FINE)

Of course, it turns out that everything Shigure and Kazuma told her about breaking the curse was true: That she didn’t have to do anything other than to continue to be herself. HOWEVER, in order to BE herself she needed to try and have a “silly adventure” where she tested her metal and learnt to speak up for herself. Why are we excited? Because we’re going to see Tohru finally find the confidence to speak out against others without harm! We see her get into a fight with Rin about it. We see her refusing to back down against Kagura. We see her standing on her own two feet and saying “No. No I don’t want that. I REFUSE to give in and to leave well alone!”

All before, Tohru has been so scared to speak up for herself because of her debilitating abandonment issues (and please let’s not make fun of people’s mental health issues, okay? I haven’t been having a weekly therapy session for nearly two years now just because for the fun of it) but now she’s got to the point where she feels comfortable and secure enough to show an uglier side to herself that people might reject. She is able to be mean, and shout, and fucking break into someone’s house in order to get what she wants! How can a TRUE fruits basket fan NOT be excitd for that level of character development?

And to end it, please, for the LOVE OF GOD it is 2020. I am 26 years old. I have been on tumblr since 2011. Do not send me hate about female fictional characters and expect me to roll over. My username is “Mrs Mary Morstan”. Mary. Morstan. The most hated female character in all of BBC Sherlock. Do not even try to fucking test me, you Petri Dish.

#Fruits Basket #Furuba #Furuba Manga Spoilers #Tohru Honda #Akito Sohma #The Curse #The Juunishi #Anonymous #greatest hits

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soupofmushrooms · 2 years

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Uncle Rudy, please pay for therapy.

I wished BBC Sherlock could've given a deeper backstory on uncle Rudy. Who was he? How close was he with the Holmes brothers? Where is he now? Why doesn't Sherlock know him? Is he dead?

I don't think we will ever be given anything about the backstory, and to me, what little explanation given was not enough.

Here is what we know from canon:

1. Mycroft is the oldest by 7 years compared to Sherlock. Sherlock, the middle child, just a year older than Eurus.

2. Sherlock was either born in 1981 or 1983.

3. The events of the Musgrave Hall burning was in the childhood years of Sherlock, likely before the age of 9.

4. The burning happened before Sherlock discovered the death of Carl Powers, which happened in 1989. That would make Sherlock somewhere between the age of 6-8, so the burning would be sometime when Sherlock was 4 to 8 (since I don't think Eurus would be any younger than 3 when it happened).

From that we conclude that:

1. Mycroft was about 11 to 15 years old when he had to experience the traumatic event of Sherlock's best friend getting murdered by his little sister, Eurus attempting to burn down their childhood home, and Uncle Rudy entrusting him with a big secret that he has to keep from his parents and his younger brother - that Eurus was to be sent away to Sherrinford, a maximum-security psychiatric prison.

2. Mycroft Holmes, at age 11-15, having to lie to his parents that his sister died in the fire to spare from having to explain the situation, hide the existence of Eurus Holmes from his brother, manipulate the story of Redbeard so Sherlock doesn't remember his best friend Victor Trevor's death.

Hey Uncle Rudy dude pls pay for my man's therapy smh. It's so much for a young kiddo to bear, even if he was beyond intelligent, even if he is the oldest of the three.

And to think that Mycroft's mother blamed him for hiding the truth and called him such names. Sure, she later forgave him, but what options did he have?

#this has been in my mind since S4 #i love mycroft and i would defend him 100%#i know myc doesnt harbour any hate or anger towards his family #i love myc and i want him to be ok #souptalks #mycroft holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #eurus holmes #mycroft #sherlock #eurus

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Hiii!! I couldn’t resist and read all the spoilers you posted lmao 😂😂 thank you for posting them!!! But as you’ve finished the book- do you think there was a lot of juicy dan stuff in it? He kept saying there would be but I saw some perhaps questionable anons on some other accounts saying that it was all stuff we’d know already. What are your thoughts?

So I’m bundling these just bc it’s easier lol hope this helps!

It’s not a memoir, he didn’t get into salacious deets— but it’s not a wellness brochure promising a little yoga and celery and deep breathing will magically cure you either. he was personable and chaotic :’)

There were definitely moments he bared his soul, but it wasn’t an exclusive tabloid scoop, if that makes sense. It wasn’t “you won’t believe who Dan’s been sending nudes to” and “this relative said a ~slur~🤭” and “top five youtubers dan will NEVER collab with again!”

And the therapies/exercises were semi-familiar to me but explained in such a helpful way that like ,, I might actually effectively use them. Like instead of my therapist saying “just pay attention to your body when it tenses” and me saying “..okay?”

I also can’t praise enough that I think it’s so appropriately paced for what is immediate concerns (coming down from a panic attack) to turning point concerns (exiting a depressive episode) to long term concerns (meds and lifestyle and non-linear healing)

He wasn’t lying about the number of Easter eggs which us in the know ,, will know akdjf but I also think the general public will find it so damn helpful for what it is

there was A Lot about financial insecurity, which we like /knew/ about his upbringing and student loans and moving to london broke, but it just really put into context for me that like ,, until tabinof they were living off ramen and still not making rent :( which idk I knew they moved as a risk but then I assumed working for the bbc paid Something! It gave really good context for their work work work anxiety ;__; and it stopped any like “poor little rich boy” the mean corners of my mind would’ve wanted to pull forth, in a similar way to when he’d mention “and I’m British so I know I’m privileged to have health care, and I’m a white guy so I’m given systematic advantages in that way, other people will have additional hurdles and that simply isn’t fair” which was always a nice reality check

there was a bit about the canceled Philippine ii show which we all at the time assumed was a customs issue, and it kinda was but it was even Bigger than we thought, like all the stage equipment was detailed and the crew and them were detained and they couldn’t talk about it publicly and dan went into problem solving mode while Phil and the crew panicked and he admits like ,, he could’ve just panicked with them. It was a very panic-worthy moment, there was nothing HE could do to solve the problem! :( like I don’t want to say the Asian phannies who traveled very far specifically for that show had no right to be upset by the last minute change, I’m saying dnp don’t do things flippantly or callously and this is a really large scale example of how some things are simply out of their hands

he talked about making online friends on guild wars and how hard that is to make those specific friends but he did what we all do: scream at people and hope they like us lol and some of them did, some were weird, some ghosted him, and he’s got some he talks to all the time and who love him and check up on him and it reminded me so much of how us dumb phannies are and I hope he understands he and Phil have given us that :’’)

There was a lot of anecdotes that like the examples above we ~knew~ about, but now there’s a clearer and more human picture 🥺 stuff about his dad and about his “gonna get out of this small town!” compartmentalization and about his many many visits w doctors and therapists til he found the right ones, and so much more. It wasn’t necessarily brand new stuff he was offering unless Dan is new to you — what he gave was “Daniel and Depression: Extended Edition” and “Basically I’m Gay: Extended Edition” woven between genuinely digestible mental health exercises and contextual validation. Which makes sense, this isn’t a book Just for us, it’s gotta be accessible to more than his core audience, and saying things like “juicy” and “tea” might be kind of just promo language depending on what you’re looking for when he says something like that. But :’) I found it really satisfying. And it’s okay if you don’t, but I hope you do or at least helpful/enjoyable/interesting on whatever level you end up engaging with the text

It was good ;__; It wasn’t the big tell-all memoir I’m counting on him releasing for free as a pdf in 45 years, sure, but it was still very intimate and personable and Very Dan between the techniques and terminology ✨

#ask #answered #anon #ywgttn spoilers #dan book

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littlelionsloves · 4 years

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Black Lives Matter

This is a compilation post with information on:

Resources for Black people

How to support the Black community

How to help protests

Donating (even if you have no money to spare)

Petitions

Why the police force needs to be defunded

Educating yourself as a non-Black person

The importance of talking about race with children

Link to google doc that will be regularly updated

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Resources for Black people

7 Virtual Mental Health Resources Supporting Black People Right Now

Free therapy services

National Queer and Trans Therapists of Color (Twitter, IG)

Harriet’s Apothecary (IG)

BEAM Collective (Twitter, IG)

Black Girl in Om (Twitter, IG)

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How to support the Black community

Support Black brands, companies, organisations, creators & influencers

250 UK based Black influencers

25 books by Black authors

Replace brands by Black owned businesses

Black Nation App, find Black owned businesses

Black owned wellness brands

Black owned bookstores

Black owned restaurants

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Protests

How to protest

Ways to help protestors if you can’t protest

What to do if you’re stopped and searched (app)

Public Health Experts Say the Pandemic Is Exactly Why Protests Must Continue, by Shannon Palus

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Donate

Donate even if you have no money: List of YouTube videos loaded with ads, all ad revenue goes towards various BLM organisations. Idea started by Zoe Amira, who posted an hour long video on YouTube with art and music by Black creators.

Black Lives Matter (Twitter, IG): Aims to eradicate white supremacy and build local power to intervene in violence inflicted on Black communities by the state and vigilantes.

Reclaim the Block (Twitter, IG): Organizes Minneapolis community and city council members to move money from the police department into other areas of the city’s budget that truly promote community health and safety.

The Bail Project (Twitter, IG): Provides free bail assistance to low-income individuals who are legally presumed innocent, and whom a judge has deemed eligible for release before trial contingent on paying bail.

National Bail Funds Network (Twitter, IG): Produces tools and resources for organizers using community justice tactics to creatively tackle multiple drivers of criminalization and incarceration— including, but not limited to, money bail, court fees and fines, probation and parole, pretrial detention & supervision, and immigration detention & supervision.

Unicorn Riot (Twitter, IG): Decentralized, educational, non-profit media organization of artists and journalists. Dedicated to exposing root causes of dynamic social and environmental issues through amplifying stories and exploring sustainable alternatives in today’s globalized world.

Know Your Rights Camp (Twitter, IG): Aims to advance the liberation and well-being of Black and Brown communities through education, self-empowerment, mass-mobilization and the creation of new systems that elevate the next generation of change leaders.

Fair Fight (Twitter, IG): Promotes fair elections, brings awareness to the public on election reform, advocates for election reform at all levels, and engages in other voter education programs and communications.

Black Visions Collective (Twitter, IG): Envisions a world in which ALL Black Lives Matter and aims to develop Minnesota’s emerging Black leadership to lead powerful campaigns.

Campaign Zero (IG): Aims to limit police interventions, improve community interactions, and ensure accountability.

Loveland Therapy Fund for Black Women & Girls (IG): Aims to bring opportunity and healing to communities of color, and especially to Black women and girls.

Black Earth Farms (IG): Grow, harvest, and deliver nutrient dense and chemical free food to low-income, houseless, and food desert communities.

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Petitions

Justice for George Floyd (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

Justice for Ahmaud Arbery (x) (x) (x) (x)

Justice for Breonna Taylor (x) (x) (x) (x)

Justice for Tony McDade (x) (x) (x)

So many more petitions here

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Why the police needs to be defunded

Defund the Police (petition)

Email template to defund LAPD

Building A Police-Free Future

What Happened When A White Cop Decided Not To Shoot A Black Man, by Joe Sexton

Slave Patrol and the Origins of Policing, by Jacki Iyamah

The Racist Roots of American Policing, by Connie Hasset-Walker

Justices Rule Police Do Not Have a Constitutional Duty to Protect Someone, by Linda Greenhouse

Why the officers fired for the George Floyd killing could ultimately get their jobs back, by Sam Levin

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Educate yourself

Free Black History Library, created by Charles Preston

Anti-Racism Resources, compiled by Sarah Sophie Flicker and Alyssa Klein

Anti-Racist Resource Guide, created by Victoria Alexander

Pride started with ‘revolutionary riots’, by Tim Fitzsimons

Articles:

Being Black in Britain: The Civil Rights Movement They Never Taught You in School, by Jasmine Botchey

Uncovering the brutal truth about the British empire, by Marc Parry

Why People of Color Need Spaces Without White People, by Kelsey Blackwell

When is the last time you saw a white person killed online?, by Alia E. Dastagir

In Defense of Looting, by Vicky Osterweil

Fiction Books:

The Bluest Eye, by Toni Morrison

The Hate U Give, by Angie Thomas

Harbor Me, by Jacqueline Woodson

Non-Fiction Books:

The New Jim Crow, by Michelle Alexander

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, by Maya Angelou

The Fire Next Time, by James Baldwin

Between the World and Me, by Ta-Nehisi Coates

Don’t Touch My Hair, by Emma Dabiri

Women, Race, & Class, by Angela Y. Davis

White Fragility, by Robin DiAngelo

Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race. by Reni Eddo-Lodge

Ain’t No Black in the Union Jack, by Paul Gilroy

How To Be An Anti-Racist, by Ibram X. Kendi

Stamped from the Beginning, by Ibram X. Kendi

Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Teacher Got Wrong, by James Loewen

My Grandmother’s Hands, by Resmaa Menakem

So You Want to Talk About Race, by Ijeoma Oluo

The Color of Law, by Richard Rothstein

How To Argue With A Racist, by Adam Ruther-Ford

Me and White Supremacy, by Layla F. Saad

Black Minded, by Michael E. Sawyer

Why Are All the Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria, by Beverly Tatum

Documentaries:

The 13th

Explained: The Racial Wealth Gap

Time: The Kalief Browder Story

Who Killed Malcolm X?

What Happened, Miss Simone?

I Am Not Your Negro

The Death and Life of Marsha P. Johnson

The Black Panthers: Vanguard of the Revolution

16 Shots

Crrime + Punishment

Afro (German)

Wit is ook een kleur (Dutch)

Trop noire pour être française (French)

Films:

If Beale Street Could Talk

American Son

Just Mercy

Selma

Loving

Series:

Self Made

When They See Us

Dear White People

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Talk about race with children

Children see things differently

BBC Bitesize lesson on racism

Resource Roundup

They’re Not Too Young to Talk About Race

31 children's books to support conversations on race, racism and resistance

Diverse kids’ books

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Don’t stay silent.

#blm #black lives matter #black lives matter resources

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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Do you think they would actually enjoy the modern world? Or would they want to stay in their current time period?

Hm, well, I think that may vary depending on each suitor if I’m honest! (I’ll be excluding Sebastian from this one, only because he is a modern man and I wager he would want to stay in the mansion in order to finish his thesis)

Under a cut bc it’s a long boi:

I think for people like Arthur and Theo, for instance--who always seem to live in the fast lane--it might not really prove much of a problem. They would continue enjoying the night life and move with their busy schedules. Tl;dr: (For them? Same shit, different day)

Vincent would likely be doing just fine given how Theo often provides assistance in places where he struggles; to promote his art, to spark intrigue in the general public and benefactors. He might be a little overwhelmed by the influx of stimuli that comes with the modern era, constant noise and interaction and movement--perhaps worry that people are losing their ability to live in the moment. (Not to mention what’s being done to the environment...) There might be a learning curve/adjustment, but I think Theo would help him ease in. Plus, it would be a little easier to promote his art given the less stringent restrictions on public exhibitions. He’d still have to work for his fame, but at least the van Goghs wouldn’t have to live in constant unease in the proximity of the cutthroat academy. Tl;dr: (Mixed feelings, but tries to stay positive about modern times)

Dazai is more familiar with this kind of life of quick turmoil and breakneck speed, if anything he falls back into his old coping mechanisms--hello writing, drinking, and smoking. An overwhelming influx of information and suffering would probably be hard for him to manage, despite how expertly he hides it. I think I would be worried he would lose himself in the dismal reality of diminished connection with other people. Yes I’m shoving him into therapy, I want him to start living for himself and taking care of himself ffs

That isn’t to say there aren’t happy possibilities for him, just that I think he really needs to heal first. I could see him very happy in a kind of writer’s circle with people he loves and trusts; less expending his energy in a desperate attempt to fill the void and please others, more cultivating his own happiness... Tl;dr: (Positive potential, but honestly part of me thinks the past quieter/simple/rural life suits him better...he still loves meme culture tho, he finds it so expansive and creative)

Isaac is in a similar boat as Dazai, I think! He has wonderful potential as a mentor and professor, and living in a world that has a little more patience and respect for genius might help encourage him to put himself out there. That being said, I think the pace of life would exhaust him though--he is very much the kind of person that prefers to keep to himself and just puzzle and tinker. Baby boy just wants to do equations, build little inventions, and read up on the recent discoveries in astrophysics (BRUH WHEN THE IMAGE OF THE BLACK HOLE CAME OUT HE FORGOT HOW TO B R E A T H E) Napoleon is the only reason he eats anything healthy or on any kind of regular schedule s m h. Tl;dr: (Not a lot changes, honestly? He was reclusive then, he still is now--he just has more toys/academic resources. If anything he might get a little too lost in his work because of it, somebody please make sure he’s eating/sleeping/socializing;;;)

Poor Jeanne is SUFFERING. Please release him from this nightmare he is begging. Jk jk, I don’t think it would be too bad for him--but I do think that he would have the aforementioned problem of too many stimuli and too much interaction. I think he would ease into it a little with Mozart’s help; he would just be awkward and wooden until he got the hang of it. Most people just find him quirky in an amusing way, and don’t think too hard about it. I’d wager he’d probably become literate at this point because of the abundance of resources and necessity to read/write (okay but imagine this baby with a little kid workbook iM GONNA CRY!!! TAKE ALL MY CRAYONS JEANNE).

Can you imagine this mofo at a Starbucks??? Tall and stoic, dark and debonair (EVERYONE IS S W O O N I N G), and he just asks in a light tenor “can I have a mocha with eight shots of expresso” with a completely straight face. “Sir, that could kill you” “Don’t worry, I’ve been dead a long time” And he just moves to wait for his order. 11/10 cryptid I could watch an entire show just about his daily adventures

He works with Napoleon a lot given their similar skillsets. They coach kids at high schools that have fencing teams (it’s really REALLY cute bc if they’re on the younger side, Jeanne will very dramatically lose bc he wants to encourage them and the kids are delighted--but the parents are INCHES from laughing so hard they’re in tears). Otherwise, he mostly takes up gigs as a security worker/bodyguard, only really works for the money. He prefers to spend his time in ways that feel meaningful if he can, so don’t be surprised if you see him in foster homes and in social working spaces. He has an uncanny understanding about him, a kind of silence/patience that doesn’t stifle; it makes the kids/teens calm down in milliseconds. They really listen when he does talk, and he sets good and clear boundaries--he knows how to be firm when it’s required. He gives them the structure and placid grounding they’ve never had, and really pays attention to what’s important to them. Brings them little things he notices; brings flowers to the one that likes to draw, brings CDs (he is bad with technology, but they usually only have access to older/outdated stuff anyway) to the one the one that struggles to write with white noise in the house, brings little plushies to the ones that lose theirs. He’s simple but solid, and he finds a lot of meaning in helping kids overcome the similar kind of struggles he faced. Tl;dr: (Steep learning curve, but he just sees it as all the same really--just more work to be done with the literacy requirement and adjustment to technology. Will be resistant at first, but when he gets accustomed and starts finding people who are important to him, he wouldn’t want to change anything/go back. But will admit there are some days he just wants to go to the most remote place he can access and just live there for a month with no human interaction whatsoever; people are inefficient and insufferable sometimes)

Mozart’s life honestly doesn’t change much? I feel like he would easily be able to keep composing and continue releasing his work as per usual. Given his quick capacity to schmooze and say what people want to hear when he must, he’d be more than able to network his way into success. I think the only thing he might struggle with now and again is inspiration, given the world operates on a very surface level in the modern era sometimes. Profound insight and depth are not quite as cultivated in many ways, and he can struggle to find something that just sparks motivation/novelty in his mind, makes him start composing at breakneck speed. He reads a lot and watches some TV shows/movies when he’s at really low inspiration levels, the kind of guy that sneers at Game of Thrones--but finds things like BBC’s Sherlock more passable (wants intrigue and complexity, doesn’t much enjoy the sensationalized drivel). When Arthur finds out he loves ATLA he about falls off his seat. “It’s a children’s show.” “Yes it is, with a remarkable level of depth and craftsmanship, what are you trying to say?” He begins to find a kind of rhythm in his composing, and Jeanne and Dazai often drop by with so many crazy stories he finds himself filled with music anyway LMAO Tl;dr: (Same as Isaac, really just keeps doing his thing without being impeded, and he enjoys the luxuries/conveniences of the modern era. Will be slightly resistant at first because of how alien some of the changes are, but will fall into the habits/customs slowly and surely. Fine with it, will whine a bit at the growing pains tho)

Leonardo actually canonically owns a bar, and does that really surprise anyone? He really enjoys the excitement of meeting new people and hearing about their myriad histories, the influx of cultures/languages/experiences. It’s a nice but lowkey place, people stop for a drink, listen to some good music--chat amiably and relax after a long day’s work--before heading out. There are regulars and people that just stop for that single day; tourists, vacationers, so on and so forth.

When asked, many people note a sleek black cat with sharp eyes that led them to the bar... Tl;dr: (Don’t Let the Existential Dread Set-in: The Prequel, adapts well to the modern era because of centuries of experience but also...he’s so tired...somebody please hold him I can’t watch him live like this, lord jesus)

Optimally, I see Comte filling his time with myriad pursuits; ranging from philanthropy, indulging in art/music/theatre (often a benefactor as well), and keeping track of his chirren (they may exist more independently now, but he still worries about them ;-;). Otherwise nothing much changes for him, still goes to galas and fancy gatherings, still enjoys fashion and spoiling people, still seeks to occupy himself with social interaction and care-taking--if he doesn’t have a family of his own. He’s basically just that meme that’s like DON’T LET THE EXISTENTIAL DREAD SET-IN. DON’T LET IT SET-IN!!!!!!!!! Tl;dr: (Not to repeat myself but also Don’t Let the Existential Dread Set-in: The Sequel, literally just desperately trying to fill the void please somebody help him he also just needs to be held fuck’s sake, I’m going to drag him kicking and screaming into happiness--but otherwise has no great trouble adjusting to the modern era. I feel like he would have a more minor form of what Dazai struggles with, maybe a lack of personable connection that he once had; fewer chances to be himself and relax. Also probably worried about the increasing unhappiness and turmoil building in the world in general...)

Napoleon is similar to Comte in that he often checks up on Isaac and Jeanne from time to time, and does the aforementioned fencing lessons with kids. He also takes a lot of basic security positions--for venues, concerts, museums--you name it. He dislikes the idea of sitting behind a desk a lot, so he prefers to do a lot of different things; he even cooks from time to time at the restaurants that know him very well. One gig he particularly enjoys is battle choreography for movies/theatre! He tends to stay away from anything too historically close to his era of origin, but he has fun coming up with realistic (smaller scale) hand-to-hand combat scenarios and duels. Tl;dr: (This era doesn’t feel like too much of a change. It’s a little more intensive in terms of pace, but he manages to keep up pretty well, it just exhausts him from time to time--and he usually goes on trips or hikes to unwind when he needs to like Jeanne LOL they do not go to their happy place, they go to their high lonesome place).

Shakespeare also continues to do his drama thing, organizes troupes on tons of different levels--from community level to more intense, skilled groups that re-enact his own work. His life doesn’t change all that much beyond a new form of theatre logistics, and he adjusts to the technology fairly easily out of necessity. He’ll stop by Vincent’s place from time to time to show him recordings of his latest shows, but otherwise is almost always on the move. Tl;dr: (So long as he can keep following his greatest passion, he doesn’t really mind the changes in how theatre happens--he doesn’t have any sizable issues with the modern era.)

Ability with technology (phones mostly):

Arthur: more than capable, well-versed, loves to do everything on his phone no prob--maybe lives a little too much on his phone (Vine/TikTok/Youtube can kill his productivity RIP) also yes he has a fidget spinner on his desk, no I will not be taking any constructive criticism at this time

Theo: yes but with a lot of cursing at first, had to do it for work and now looks down on anyone that can’t keep up with him (except for Vincent)

Vincent: knows the basics, taking and sending pictures, writing things in notes for later, texting (tho sending emails is a little harder for him); he does his best but he can be slow. Really really enjoys the paint programs on his iPad for when he’s on public transit, but he starts setting alarms after he gets the hang of it (he’s missed his stops before because of it LMAO)

Leonardo: what kind of stupid question? Man knows how to pick them apart and put ‘em back together for crying out loud, uses it like a pro--comes to him naturally, and he’s the guy that keeps coming up with ways to jailbreak Apple products and thwart their money-grubbing tactics. Catch him playing Minish Cap on his emulator on the way to work, brah

Comte: just vibing, keeps up with the times easily since he’s been doing it for so long, much like Theo uses it to keep in touch with the people around him--he’s the “prefers to call instead of text” sorta guy though, he worries about losing emotional subtleties and he likes to hear people’s voices. Doesn’t do anything special on phones, more just a tool; will read/listen to podcasts/does have emulators (courtesy of Leo) and enjoys playing Pokemon when he’s bored

Jeanne: types one finger at a time, it will take a while--but he’ll get there (deleted all his contacts by accident once and Mozart was just. HOW.) He barely knows how to use a phone, and it’s a steep learning curve for him

Mozart: purely functional when it comes to his phone, refuses to rely on it beyond the necessities that only tech can do (for instance, sending emails or reading articles or uploading compositions) he still writes his music before making more polished digital copies. He will sometimes listen to pieces digitally, but prefers to play them in-person; he feels that a lot of the soul in a piece is lost despite the convenience

Dazai: you absolute fools. you baboons. why would you ever give him this kind of power. it is 3AM and he has been on a wikipedia trail spanning hours, started with Cleopatra being the seventh in her line with that name all the way to cotton candy being called “daddy’s beard” in French. please help him he hasn’t slept in years. Also probably binges anime and manga lbr. He’s the one making vine references every other second, always up to date on the memes^TM

Isaac: also mostly uses it as a tool for research and calculations; it’s a way to keep track of information. He also likes to play background music while he’s working, so he finds the device nice and convenient--plus less having to go around pestering people in-person. he does start to get interested in coding and tinkering with apps/programs eventually, too

Shakespeare: finds it a delightful little contraption, so useful because it lets him jot down ideas as they come to him quickly, and he can edit his texts much more easily with digital interfaces. also likes that performances can be recorded, because now he can analyze his staging more efficiently--it gives him a good sense of what needs to be adjusted, and encourages him to keep streamlining/try new concepts

Napoleon: likes it because he can keep in touch with people more easily, the kind of guy to drop a line before checking on a friend. he really likes to look up recipes and find out more about cooking techniques he’s never encountered before. Isaac starts making an Instagram account just to show Napoleon’s impeccable plating, and Napo gets quite the following without knowing for a while

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Thoughts on Leverage: Redemption episode 1

Let’s go steal a revival!

I can’t even begin to explain how much I enjoyed the first episode of Leverage: Redemption. It was the perfect antidote to all my conflicted feelings about the Loki finale.

I first discovered Leverage last year – very late to the party. Leverage originally aired between 2008-2012. At the time, I would’ve been deep in my BBC Merlin phase and I wasn’t paying attention to much else.

Over the years, I’ve heard nothing but good things about Leverage and last year, in the grips of pandemic horribleness, I finally sat down to watch it.

And I was absolutely blown away.

Every good thing you’ve heard about this show? 110% accurate. It’s got everything: heists, found family, Robin Hood-style wealth redistribution, sticking it to the Man, and an incredible cast of complex and loveable characters. It balances the case-of-the-week with larger character and story arcs. And it holds up better than a lot of other shows from this era.

When I heard they were doing a revival, I was very excited. Even more so when I found out they were bringing back most of the original cast.

I can only guess how fans who watched the show in real time must be feeling right now. I imagine it’s like seeing and old friend again and picking up right where you left off.

The crew feel like more mature versions of themselves while staying true to their roots. In the intervening years, they’ve expanded: they now have crews all over the world, doing the same kind of heists they used to do on a larger scale. But the main team of Parker, Hardison, and Eliot haven’t been in the field for awhile. Sophie is retired and reeling from the death of Nate (RIP Nate.) They come together to mourn and decide to do a con to cheer Sophie up. For old times sake!

They go to an art gallery with no real plan and Sophie happens upon a robbery in process.

Enter: Harry Wilson.

Harry, played by Noah Wyle, is the new guy. There was some early speculation that he’d been recast in the role of Nate, but that didn’t pan out. Harry Wilson is a lawyer. He works for a shady pharmaceutical tycoon/arts patron named Fletcher Maxwell. The Leverage crew has taken down countless entitled rich jerks in their adventures and it’s always satisfying to watch.

Harry is haunted by his last case: he tried to convince Maxwell to settle with the group that’s suing him. It didn’t work. Now Harry’s out for revenge. Problem is, he’s an amateur. He’s never stolen anything.

The Leverage team agree to come together for one last job. Sophie realizes Maxwell is trying to legitimize himself through his gallery patronages. They plot to sell Maxwell a fake Rembrandt and make him the mockery of the art world.

It’s such a joy to see the plot come together. Every episode of the old show came with a fun reveal sequence at the end showing how they pulled off the con. There are a lot of callbacks to the old show: the big reveal at the end, the craven villain being hauled off by the authorities, the banter between the teammates, even the camera work. There’s a signature shot in many old episodes where the entire team is filmed from above walking off in separate directions. This is referenced early in the episode when they all walk away from Nate’s grave together.

I think they did an excellent job of explaining Nate’s absence while also honouring what he was to the show and the team. They’re carrying on in a way that Nate would be proud of and it’s really lovely to see. Hardison and Eliot still have their banter. Parker still gets excited about jumping off things and climbing into vents. But they’ve also grown up. Eliot owns a fleet of food trucks, Parker’s in therapy, and Hardison’s working with refugees. They’ve all levelled up into the best versions of themselves and they work together like a well-oiled machine.

Harry’s just starting out on his journey of redemption, but now that he’s a member of the Leverage crew, I’m sure he’ll find it. It’s amazing how well he fit in. Maybe it’s because Noah Wyle and Christian Kane were both in The Librarians together. It's so difficult to bring a new player into an established dynamic, but if the first episode is any indication, they're pulling it off!

Overall, this was a solid first episode! They did one job, but they left room for a bigger season-spanning mystery. I can’t wait to see how the rest of the season unfolds!

#Bex talks about stuff #my reviews #leverage #leverage: redemption #leverage spoilers

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Joe Alwyn — Red Magazine (Jan 2020) interview

You’d think that a back-to-back Hollywood movie career and a megastar girlfriend might have changed Joe Alwyn, but he’s quick to assure Nathalie Whittle that his feet remain firmly on the ground.

“So you didn’t see the part where the aliens attack?” asks Joe Alwyn, a playful smirk on his face. He’s referring to his latest film, Harriet, which I had a sneak preview of the previous day, although the fire evacuation (false alarm) meant I missed the ending. The biographical drama tells the story of Harriet Tubman (played by Cynthia Erivo), the historic abolitionist who escaped slavery and led hundreds of others to freedom. Alwyn plays her insufferably cruel and capricious slave master Gideon Brodess. He is, of course, joking about the aliens. At least, I hope he is. Today, we’re tucked away in the corner of a dimly lit bar at London’s Covent Garden Hotel. It’s the sort of drizzly afternoon that might dampen the moods of most, but not Alwyn. He appears cheery and at ease, sporting country casuals: a grey mohair jumper, blue jeans, and brown boots along with an unkempt beard; perhaps an attempt to disguise the boyish good looks he’s become known for. He stops to interrupt me only once with a look of alarm: he’s forgotten to offer me something to eat or drink. I can have anything I want, he assures me.

At 28, Alwyn has had the sort of career trajectory that most aspiring actors wistfully dream about for years, even decades. His education included a degree in English literature and drama at the University of Bristol, followed by a BA in acting at London’s Royal Central School of Speech and Drama. But within two weeks of his graduate showcase, Alwyn received a life-changing phone call. He refers to it as the thing “I owe everything to.”

“I’d just signed with an agent and I was kind of pinching myself, you know, how surreal is that?” he says. “She sent me a portion of the script for a film, Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk, that Ang Lee was directing. I’d grown up watching his films — Brokeback Mountain and Life of Pi — so I couldn’t believe I was even going to do a tape for someone like that. I got my dad to film me in a scene in my bedroom and some mates to film me during a lunch break. The next thing I know, Ang wants to meet me in New York.” Cue a series of auditions and screen tests that led to Alwyn bagging the title role in his first big-budget Hollywood film. He was just 24. “It was so much so fast that I didn’t really compute what was going on,” he concedes. “Before that I was just a poor student who barely understood how people got auditions, let alone landed jobs.” Did he have any jobs before that? I ask. “I did have this one job in London,” he says wryly. “Do you know that frozen yogurt place, Snog?” I’m struggling to picture Alwyn serving up frozen delights. He’s laughing now. Was it a good gig? “Exceptional!” More laughter follows. “I mean, I was paid some money! Then I worked in a menswear shop. I did what I could to make some extra cash.”

A far cry from a frozen-yogurt counter, doors started opening to bigger and better opportunities as soon as Billy Lynn hit cinemas. The next script Alwyn read was Yorgos Lanthimos’s The Favourite (released in 2019), in which he secured a small but riotous role as young baron Samuel Masham alongside acting greats Olivia Colman and Emma Stone. “Putting on giant wigs and running around in make-up and chasing Emma Stone through the forest — what more could you want?” he laughs. The film earned widespread critical acclaim, receiving seven BAFTAs and a record 10 British Independent Film awards.

Having further honed his craft in subsequent films Mary Queen of Scots and gay-conversion therapy drama Boy Erased, Alwyn is about to enter into unknown territory. This Christmas, he’ll play Bob Cratchit in his first-ever TV drama, BBC One’s A Christmas Carol; a “darker, twisted, less glossy” version of the Charles Dickens classic. He’s “feeling good about it,” but I’m curious as to how he’s approached this change of scenery. Was he not nervous? “Oh, very. I tried to watch other people. It’s the second time I’ve worked with Guy Pearce [who plays Scrooge] and I asked him a lot of stuff, which probably annoyed him. I watched the way he works and the questions he asked on set when he was approaching a scene.”

Two people who will definitely be watching Alwyn’s TV debut are his mother, a psychotherapist, and his father, a documentary-maker. “They’d better be watching!” he laughs. Born in London’s Tufnell Park, Alwyn recalls being given stacks of videos every birthday and “watching them to death, until the tapes burned up.” One of his favourites was The Mask of Zorro. In fact, he was so obsessed with it that he and his best friend took up fencing lessons at a local community centre in Crouch End, where, by chance, he was spotted by a local casting agent for the hit British romcom Love Actually. She asked him to audition for the role of Sam; he breaks into a wide smile when I ask what he remembers of it. “I didn’t know much about what the film was; I was most excited about the fact I got the day off school! But I remember being in a room with Richard Curtis and Hugh Grant reading scenes, many of which didn’t make it into the film. And I left the audition thinking, ‘I really recognize that guy from somewhere’.”

Alwyn didn’t get the part. Instead, he forgot about acting for a while, with the exception of summer holidays, where his parents would send him and his older brother off to “some drama camp as a way of preoccupying us.” He explains that when he later realized he wanted to act on a serious level, he kept it a secret. Was it because he was worried how his parents would react to a somewhat precarious career choice? “Well, it meant putting myself out there in a performative way, and that wasn’t necessarily something I did or was used to doing. It felt like it should be quite a ‘look at me’ job, and that wasn’t really how I felt growing up. I wasn’t a painfully introverted kid, but I wasn’t a particularly extroverted one, either. So maybe I was self-conscious about the idea of saying to people, ‘Look, I can do this’.”

He credits drama school with giving him “permission” to go for it. “Plus my parents were great about it. They’re both freelance themselves, so while they recognize the perils, they also couldn’t say to me, ‘We can follow what we want, but you can’t’. There wasn’t a boundary, which helped a lot.”

I wonder if it’s been difficult acclimatizing to the level of fame that’s come as result of his roles. “There have definitely been changes that have taken some getting used to, whether it’s sitting down and doing an interview or someone recognizing you,” he says. “There are things that have changed in my life, but I still very much feel like the same person. It probably helps that I’ve been hanging out with the same friends literally every day since I was 12 years old. Maybe it’s when those things change that people change, I don’t know.”

It’s fair to say that the level of interest in Alwyn has, in part, been heightened by the fact that, in his spare time he plays the role of Mr. Taylor Swift. The pair reportedly met in late 2016 and became in item shortly afterwards. I’ve been warned ahead of our meeting that Alwyn “doesn’t talk about that”, and he’s keen to justify his stance in person. “I feel like my private life is private and everyone is entitled to that.” he says. “I’ve read stories recently about people like Ben Stokes and Gareth Thomas, which are a gross invasion of their privacy and of their lives. It’s disgusting. That’s not journalism, that’s just invasive.”

It must be tough, I suggest, being in a relationship that is surrounded by so much scrutiny. “I just don’t read the headlines,” he says. “I really don’t, because I can guarantee 99% of them are made up. So I ignore it.” Recent rumours suggest the pair are engaged, and are owed in part to one of Swift’s latest songs, Lover (’My hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue. All’s well that ends well to end up with you’), as well as a piece of string tied around Swift’s finger in a Vogue cover shoot. According to die-hard fans, this means something. But to Alwyn, it’s clear it means nothing at all. Is he never tempted to respond to the mistruths, to shut them down? “No, because it’s just pointless,” he sighs. “It won’t change anything. I just don’t pay any attention. I have my life and it’s kind of separate to all that stuff.”

I’m curious as to how much time he gets to simply enjoy the success he’s experiencing. “There’s lots of time not working, I wish there was less in a way!” he laughs. “I go to the pub, play football, go to gigs, watch TV (he’s just finished season three of True Detective), pretty normal things. There’s no ‘secret life’. But ultimately, I worry about finding the next job; that’s the truth. In the midst of everything, there’s always that feeling of ‘I’m never going to work again’. It’s a cliche, but you can’t just sit there waiting for the phone to ring. You have to try and take control. You’re at the mercy of the things you seek out — the directors and the connections — so I try to be on top of that as I can and read what I’m sent and be discerning. I try to pick wisely and follow up on people and leads that I’m interested in.”

Is there an end point he wants to get to, where he’ll feel like he’s made it? “Things have certainly shifted in my twenties,” he says. “Success to me now is doing things that make me happy and that make me feel fulfilled, doing what I want to do and being on the right track. Not in terms of being on a results-based track, but just doing something I love.” He pauses and smiles. “That sounds a bit sentimental, doesn’t it?”

#joe alwyn #interview #red magazine #there's one paragraph i could do without but otherwise this is great

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goodnightallwhites · 4 years

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Loving couples descent this time with interracial By Skiddely

Loving couples descent this time with interracial

By Skiddely

Submitted: March 7, 2020 Updated: March 7, 2020

Its the same story as "A loving couples descent into cuckolding." Except this one has a specific focus on interracial relationships. I know most people dont like this stuff so i decided to make an alternative version of the story. This should make both sides happy. Or mad. Who knows.

Provided by Hentai Foundry.

Chapter 1 - Little Talks 2

Chapter 2 - Buying toys 5

Chapter 3 - I cant think of any chapter names 12

Chapter 4 - Not like anyone cares about chapter names either

Chapter 5 - Interracial gloryhole fun Part 1 22

Chapter 6 - Interracial gloryhole fun Part 2 28

1 - Little Talks

“Listen, we gotta talk. No, no its nothing serious I just want to talk. Come on baby take a seat.” Your girlfriend, well fiancée if you want to be specific, usually wasn’t into the whole “serious talk thing”. She was easy going, never bringing drama into your relationship, always ready for a new adventure. Nothing could stop her from expending her energy. And she does have a lot of energy. Energy she usually spends with rigorous exercise. Hitting the gym, cardio, kickboxing, dancing and so much more, anything she could do to properly tire her out and to truly satisfy her need to feel truly exhausted. Once things for sure, her need for exercise definitely showed. Her squats had made her butt and thighs massive. Her muscles were made of steel, but even despite the cardio she still retained a nice and comfortable layer of fat that kept her warrior body from becoming uncomfortably hard. Burying your head in her thigs, getting a lap pillow, there’s nothing more comfortable than that. Luckily she had good fortune in the DNA department, seeing as how her fat deposits hit just the right spots. Soft where it counts with banging abs any man would drool over. An ass that wont quit is one thing, her ample D-cups another. Unmistakably perky and perfectly shaped her breasts drew the attention of both men and women. What they didn’t get to see though were her nipples. Well neither did you. Or she. She was a bit self-conscious about them, seeing as how her innies were usually hidden from the world. It took a bit of coaxing and gentle sucking to expose them to the world, but it was worth it. Sensitive, stiff pink nipples that could make her scream in pleasure with just the slightest bit of stimulation. Any man could see that with a body like her she was simply born to pleasure black guys. She was made for them. Inferior white boys wouldn’t even be able to get past her cheeks! It really was her destiny to be black bred.

Of course her body wasn’t everything she had going for her. Her body made their heads turn, but her face shifted their attention. It was a sensual face, sculpted by the god of love himself. Plush pink lips made men and women wish for her kisses, a delicate nose adorned her face, Icey blue eyes could see deep into men’s souls and a pair of sharp eyebrows that gave her look a slightly dangerous appeal. Whenever she was mad at you, which only happened rarely, she set those eyes on you, melting your heart quicker than an icecube in the sun. Seeing her pout was also quite nice. She could change her look in seconds, going from sensual to cute to mature in a moments notice, all while remaining perfectly genuine. She wasn’t an actress, no her emotions were written plainly on her face, something she was very aware of. When she was mad she usually hides her face under her hair, a messy look that only works when she untangles the blonde ponytail she usually keeps at almost hip length. Her silky hair was definitely another strong point of her. Ponytail, messy bun, twin tails, doesn’t matter she could rock it all. Her hair was made to be grabbed, to be pulled by a black alpha male thug who could really give her what she needed. She was undeniably cute, the object of many men’s desire to be sure, but then again so were you. Its certainly surprising that she’s not in a relationship with a musclebound black hunk with a 10 inch BBC, settling down with you instead. You on the other hand were not exactly the posterchild for traditional masculinity. You were smaller than her, had less muscle and had a noticeably feminine build. Wide hips a cute face that many girls would kill for, small shoulders, delicate hands and feet, thighs for days, everything a girl (or hunk) could ask for really. The only exceptional part about you would probably be how unexceptional your private parts were. 12cm (4,7inches) erect puts your clearly under the national average and your walnut sized testicles that only produce small amounts of watery seed were nothing to

write home about either.

And yet you two were together. Have been together since primary school really. Your parents knew each other, you were always together, playing house, dress up, cops and robbers, everything that children do together. This didn’t change as you got older. You were always together and when you eventually got into puberty and started to develop interest in the opposite sex it was inevitable that you two would get together. You haven’t been apart since then. Well there was that one period in time when you made her mad and she broke up with you for a month. She did go out with this black guy she met on a city trip to detroit during that time, but that was all just an attempt at making you jealous, right? Regardless, you’re living a perfect life now. You’re both young and attractive, you have a well paying job, your wife stays at home and greets you with a homecooked meal every day in your nice penthouse apartment. She had proposed to you a while ago, getting down on one knee in that expensive restaurant that oversees the whole city. It was perfect really. And now your fiancée has been talking about children and pregnancy. How much better can it get? So what could she possibly want to talk about now?

“Come here baby lets give you a smooch... you really are so incredibly cute when you blush like that. Just lay back, I know how much you like it when I let you use my thighs as a pillow. Now listen, we have to talk about something. I want you to promise me that you’ll listen to me to the end without interrupting, can you do that? Good boy. Well you see, I was fixing up your office yesterday, cleaning some of the dust and getting your stuff back in order. You really can be so unorganized. Anyways, as I was saying, I was cleaning your office and I happened to move your mouse as I was dusting off your desk and well... I accidentally clicked on your internet browser and it seems as though it didn’t shut off properly last time you used it and well... It opened up your browser from that evening. Now I’ve always wanted whats best for you. That’s why I always ask what you’d like to do in the bedroom. The cosplay and the... the buttstuff you like... and the facesitting... I just want you to be satisfied and happy when we’re together you know... so I was a little bit shocked when I saw your browser. I really couldn’t stop myself from looking through everything. Black on white cuckolding. Small white penis humiliation. Rimming black men. Pegging. Enforced whiteboi chastity. Cum eating. Cock and ball torture and even mandatory castration for all tiny pricked whiteboys? I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t a bit shocked. All those videos of white boys being humiliated, unable to get off as their girlfriends are getting pleasured by superior blackmen with their big black cocks? So many videos of fertile white women eating ass on BlackedRaw? At first I was horrified and was thinking about finding therapy for you. I heard there’s a Doctor Ziegler in town, she’s apparently specialized in this kind of stuff, but eventually I started to understand. I looked up information on the internet, stories from people that experienced this kind of stuff, the cuckolding stuff, getting BLACKED, professional domes talking about getting paid to trample men’s testicles, how male chastity actually benefits a relationship, all of that. It really began to intrigue me. I actually found some very interesting infographs on why exactly white women prefer black cock. How black cock hits our sweet spots just right, melaning receptors in the vagina, alpha male stuff. You know me, I’m straight forward like that. Its why I decided to get it all out on the table here and now. I was going to ask you if this was just a fantasy you want to keep for yourself, but looking at that wet spot in your pants and that tiny little tent you’re pitching, I can tell that you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you baby?” Her chuckles were always a great way to cheer you up. Hearing her chuckle about your small erection in your pants was new though. She had never made fun of your feminine physique, unlike that guys back at school she always supported you. Having her betray that confidence and understanding was something you never had expected. And whats worse is that you’d never have expected it to be this arousing. With one hand she caresses your head, going through your hair, massaging your scalp gently.

With the other she pleasantly begins to rub your little cock through your pants.

“Well I also have a little confession. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings so I never talked about it, but I think you’re able to take it now. Maybe you’ll even enjoy it a little huh baby? Well here goes. The reason why I always tire myself out exercising is because I’ve never been tired out in the bedroom. We’ve been together for years now and you haven’t properly satisfied me during that entire time. No its alright baby don’t be mad. Its just that you don’t have the right equipment down there. I know you eat pussy like a champ and I really enjoy that, but sometimes a gal needs something a little different. Something big to really stir her up from the inside, make her feel like a real woman. Sometimes women just need to be messed up, have their hair pulled as a thick cock forces its way inside of her. Having her head pushed down into the sheets to stop her from moaning, getting choked by muscle bound black thug until she’s barely even conscious anymore and the only thing she can think of is his fat black cock getting her addicted. You know, just girl things.” You’re a little bit shocked, but the sensation of getting your tiny white cocklet rubbed by her hands is enough to drown out everything else. You need to please her so she can please you so you can please her. Making her happy is what your life is all about after all. “I really like these fantasies. They got me thinking, why don’t we try roleplaying some of them? We’ll buy ourselves some toys and reenact some of your fantasies. Have a little fun together. We could sit down and watch some of your favorite little smut movies while we masturbate. We could look up some of those infographics I was talking about. They’re great at explaining why women cant be satisfied by anything under 8 inches. That should help you understand why exactly you’ve never sexually satisfied me. What do you think, doesn’t that sound fun?” She had increased her rhythmic strokes over your pants, the sensation of her warmth through the fabric causing you to dribble out even more of your precum. Watching cuckold porn with your girlfriend, hearing her talk about how much thicker and better their big black cocks are and how you couldn’t possibly compare to them? Letting her squeeze your testicles to release the pent up rage of an unsatisfied sex life? It sounds like heaven. Even if she wasn’t coercing you with an over the clothes handjob you would’ve said yes immediately. Hearing you whisper your consent caused her to pick up the pace even further, focusing more on your foreskin covered glans. With two of her fingers she twirls your cocklet around, using both the fabric of your pants aswell as your foreskin to stimulate it. With just those two fingers she finishes you off, applying more pressure than before, twisting and turning her fingers around your glans until you finally hit the crescendo and the warm watery jizz stains your pants completely.

“I’m really happy you’re into this as much as I am. I was afraid you’d be freaked out by the whole thing. Lets go out shopping for some toys tomorrow, its your day off isn’t it? Perfect. We’ll look for some toys in that store my friend works at. She’ll give us some great advice, I just know it. And after that we’ll come back home, set up some candles, drink a little bit of wine and settle down right here on the sofa to look at our favourite movies!”

2 - Buying toys

“Alright I��ll be the first one to say it: I’m excited. I’m really really excited. I told Mia we were coming and she sounded just as excited it about as me. We were both squeeling on the phone when I told her we’d come buy to do some shopping. I’m glad you weren’t there to hear it. Embarrassing stuff. There it is, that one on the corner. The big one.” This was less of a sextoy shop and more of a sex toy mekkah. There were at least 3 floors of toys, movies and more XXX NSFW work stuff in that shop. At least that what it looks like from the outside. And apparently this Mia lady was the owner of the whole thing. Seems like she made it big with stocks or something and now she’s just doing this whole sexshop thing for the hell of it. That would also explain how she could afford this place. Just from the outside anyone could tell that this isn’t some raunchy run of the mill sex shed. The automatic doors open up to provide a nice retreat from the summer heat. Your girlfriend was wearing a nice airy summer dress, but even despite that, the sweat was pooling between her breasts, dripping down from her thighs. It wasn’t much easier for you. Thanks to your girly appearance, your girlfriend used to enjoy dressing you up when you were both a bit younger. That hasn’t changed too much. Your girlfriend really enjoys to dress you up in girly clothes, pretending you’re just another cute friend of hers as you’re out on the town. At first you were against it, but crossdressing has become a guilty pleasure long ago. So here you are, wearing your red and black checkered skirt and a white shirt that is already almost see through on account of your sweat. The only thing that’s different from the usual is the fact that she’s also making you wear women underwear. This is certainly a new development, but as it turns out, her jetblack panties are actually quite comfortable. The bra though? Who even makes a bra like this? It’s a bra for people that don’t need a bra. And leaving the nipples exposed? That just defeats the point of a bra! Its no wonder that your nipples are hard the entire time, rubbing against the fabric of your shirt.

Thankfully the place was completely air conditioned. And surprisingly full besides. There were couples and single women in every aisle browsing the wares. It looks like the ground floor wasn’t really dedicated to the more extreme side of carnal pleasure. The entire ground floor seems to be dedicated to exotic lingerie, dessous, erotic costumes for exotic roleplay, cosplay and just all around normal, yet high class underwear. Its not exactly what you expected. It’s a lot nicer than what you expected, that’s for sure. Another thing that you didn’t expect was Mia. Having not taken 3 steps into the interior of the place you were already detected. And assaulted. Never before have you seen a woman go for a running jump-hug with your girlfriend. Its not something that normally happens to you, but it seems like she was already expecting, consider how easily she catches the woman in her arms, spinning her around and around and around before letting her down gently. She wasn’t exactly what you had imagined when she told you about Mia. About 5’4, hair a shade of black tied up in a neat bun, a nice plump rear with fairly small breasts all tucked into a neat jeans and shirt combo. What’s unexpected about her would be the piercings she flaunted. Her ears were just covered in bling, a ring adorned her left eyebrow, snakebites in her lower lip and a little stud in her nose took all the attention away from the barbell nipple piercings anyone could see as they print through her shirt. A small tattoo adorned her face, just below the left eye. It was small enough to be covered up by a Band-Aid if need be. A black ace of spades with a Q in the middle. The woman was undeniably attractive, but the ornaments in her face gave her a lingering sense of danger. One that instantly

dissipates as she begins to speak.

“Oh my god! Its been so long since I’ve last seen you! Look at you, strutting your stuff like that. You’re looking even finer than last time I saw you. Just take a look at those thighs. Just delicious. I’d like to take another peek at what’s between them if you don’t mind. Haha just kidding just kidding. It really is great to see you though. And who is this cute little girl by your side? Just kidding, I can tell you’re mister boyfriend from the way you’re squirming. She’s making you wear panties isn’t she? I already knew your woman was a genuine pervert, but its good to see that she has found someone else to share her kinks. Lets go somewhere a little less crowded and a little more comfortable. I want to hear all about you two. I’ll make sure both of you come out of here entirely satisfied. With a sly grin she gestures both of you to follow her. In a quiet corner on the second floor she had a nice little couch corner set up. One of her employees was bringing you coffee and tea as you sat down in the comfy little part of her toy store. The second floor seems to be what most people would consider to be a “proper” sextoy store. Dildos, vibrators, bondage gear, rope, masturbation sleeves and even stranger things were on display here. “So tell me, what are you looking for today? You already told me a little bit, but didn’t go into any details. Your cute little boyfriend isn’t packing the heat you need and now you’re looking for something to get your rocks off?” She hadn’t said it with malice and yet, knowing that your wife shared your tiny little secret with her friend still stung. Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment over your humiliation.

“Aww baby don’t be mad. We have to be honest here, that’s the whole point! Mia is not only a very good friend, she’s also the worlds best sex toy expert. Now let me explain. A few days ago I accidentally stumbled on over his web browser and got a look at his search history and of course I was shocked at the start, but I’ve come to realize that we love each other and that we should our lovemaking to the next level. So now we’re here. We’re looking for some fun toys that we can use, maybe some we could use together? See my boyfriend is into a lot of different kinks. He likes to have his anus stimulated for example. Gets him hard and, with a tiny bit of handy help, squirting in an instant. I only used one finger so far, but it I could tell he was just begging for more. What else. Well he enjoys this thing called SPH. Its short for “small penis humiliation”. I don’t know if there are any toys for that but we should keep that in mind while we’re looking. Oh yes cock and ball torture. That’s a big one. There were a lot of videos of women squeezing men’s testicles, putting them in vices, beating them, electroshocking, all of that. There’s got to be a big department for that right? Last but not least: He’s really into cuckolding. Well the fantasy of me getting breed by handsome black men really. We havent tried it, but it does sound very exciting, don’t you think?” With every word your girlfriend said you could see Mia’s eyes light up further. She was already going through a mental list of every toy in her store to see just what would fit you both.

“You’re in luck. This store has everything you could ever want and more. There’s really no need to be embarrassed. You see my boytoy, really more like my slave, he’s also into all of those kinks. Well not into SPH, he has a 9 incher, but everything else he’s totally into. He’s still a whiteboy so I wouldn’t ever let him get some You should meet him, maybe a double date? We’re actually thinking about getting pregnant but even if I wanted a whiteboy to impregnate me, ugh, I know right, he can’t even produce any swimmers anymore with all this casual testicle torture I put him under. I actually had his sperm checked out a while ago. We did some kinky shit together and I wanted to know if he was even able to produce sperm still. After that one time where I ruptured both of his testicles by stomping on them I felt like having a little laugh and decided to get his semen checked out. What can I say, another whiteboy leaves the DNA pool. What else is new? Anyways, we decided that I

should just black bred while he watches and holds my hands. Its nice to indulge ourselves. What were we talking about? Ah right, sextoys. Toystore. Yup. Why don’t we start with some of the simple stuff. We’ll find you a nice little toy to stuff your snatch with. That should be a good way to ease you guys into this.” Having completed your tea time, the three of you go on your journey through the second floor. You passed some crazy stuff on the way. Dildo’s so big they could kill a man, dildos shaped like animal penises, horsecocks and dogcocks, buttplugs that could double as traffic cones, you even found some of those hentai bullet vibes you always though didn’t even exist. Eventually you hit the dildo isle that was made with humans in mind. Mia doesn’t need to look for too long before she finds what she’s looking for.

“This baby right here. Its our best seller and I have to say, for beginners this is definetly the best choice. I mean you clearly havent been stretched out properly lately, not since we were going wild in uni atleast.” Wait what? Sure, your girlfriend attended uni without you, but you were still together during that time. You were the only successful long distance relationship in the world! “Haha look at you squirm mister boyfriend. I was just kidding. Anyways, this one is a nice 8 incher, all of it insertable, with a 5 inch girth. Its actually almost 3 inches longer and half an inch thicker than the average penis out there. Its not the sizequeens choice, but it’ll get you there in time. This one isn’t a real BBC, way too small so it actually comes in different colours but we don’t actually stock those here. This place is black only if you catch my drift.” Your girlfriend is quite happy with what she has, suggesting instead, that the three of you look for something for something you can enjoy.

“Alright just follow me over here. Now I know you’re still new to anal, one finger in is just like third base, so you’re still a virgin. With anal you gotta start slow. So I’d recommend training your way up. This right here is a set of buttplugs that are great as a starting toy. They come in 3 different sizes. That way you have something to look forward to every time you manage to take one in. Now this right here is our intermediate toy. The missing link between those plugs and your girlfriends new lover. Its more average, only 5 inches insertable length. Nothing a woman would actually feel, but for anal it should be good enough. Once you got this one you can try taking hers. And while we’re at that topic... here you go. It’s a harness. You can put a dildo right there and fuck your partner with it. There’s nothing quite like a relaxing pegging session to reward your sub. Having him impale himself on your massive girlcock. It’s a classic.” With each new item in the bag, the entire thing becomes more real and also more exciting. Just the thought of actually using these toys makes your heart beat so much faster. After purchasing copious amounts of lube, some of it the classic water based liquid lube, some of it a king of butter like lube that’s often used for fisting, as well as a bunch of condoms (gotta keep those toys clean of course), you’re once again back at the sofa corner drinking some tea together. “Thank you so much Ami. Really, this is fantastic. There’s just so many choices! I really do feel like a kid in a toy store. I just wanted to ask, since we’re already here... what about some of the more... special stuff? You know the CBT stuff? I was also wondering if you guys made like... uhm... you know chastity cages and stuff?” Once again your girlfriend surprises you. You hadn’t even talked about chastity at all. You were only supposed to buy some toys so you could masturbate together... “There’s nothing to be ashamed of! Say it loud and proud. Chastity cage. Cock and ball torture. See, the world is still standing. Some people like more exotic stuff, no big deal! Now to answer your question,

yes we do have chastity and CBT toys. They’re up on the third floor. We actually have some glory holes up there as well, so if your boyfriend ever wanted to get himself a little bit of extra cash, boyholes are in high demand at the moment. He’d have to train a little bit considering how many customers we get every day, but once you get the hang of it, its really a lot of fun. If you’re lucky you can actually get your ass plowed by 7 or 8 cocks on the same day! Imagine having 8 niggers mix and stir their nutbutter inside of your asshole with their thick fuckpoles. Gets a gal wet just thinking about. We’re actually fixing your toys in the wall for their shift so their whole butt sticks out along with their cock. Their hands and feet are also exposed to give our clients the feeling that they’re actually fucking a person, not just a fleshlight on the other side of the wall. So if you’re ever in need of cash, just let me know and I’ll arrange something for you.” Her smile was genuinely heartwarming and if it hadn’t been for the fact that you were an anal virgin boy with a girlfriend and a job, you might have even taken her up on that offer. You take the elevator up to the third floor. While the first floor was bustling, the second fairly full, this one was just plain empty. And it was pretty clear why. This place only the serious fetish stuff. Pins and needles, vices and rubber hammers, urethral dilators and even gear for animal castration. This place was heavy metal.

Mia led you to another corner of the store, this one bathed in sunlight from the windows right next to it. Infront of the three of you there’s a counter which, according to the sign hanging above it was for “custom made chastity”. Behind the corner a bored youth was busy chewing gum and reading an old vintage bondage magazine. Mia clears her throat to catch the young womans attention.

“wuh. OH SHIT! I was busy uh... researching. Yup researching into my craft. Dude you know what they say, you gotta start with the greeks and these vintage porn mags are basically the greeks of bondage. Are you convinced yet?” Mia was not.

“Jade, say hello to my dear friends. You’ll fix them the perfect piece of chastity and then you’ll be coming with me for some... performance reviews.” As she finishes her sentence, Mia bites her lower lip sensually, clearly indicating that these would be some very special performance reviews. The prospect of which got the young lady on her best behavior however. She was quite the beauty herself. Not like Mia or your girlfriend, but she certainly had a charm to her. Her Long black hair was died with poison green highlights all the way down to the tips which were died completely. Unlike your other female companions, Jade was a lot taller, approaching the 190cm (6,2 feet) mark. She was thinner than the other women and her posture was worse, slightly hunched over. This gave her the look of a lanky gal that wasn’t quite certain what to do with her stature. She had the potential to be beautiful in a conventional way if she put on some weight, some muscle and fixed that posture of hers, but convention clearly wasn’t much of a concern to her. Just like Mia, her ears were pierced, not as heavily, but enough to draw attention. Coupled with the pink contact lenses and the two heart shaped pink piercings under her eye, as well as the two poison green piercing on her nose she definetly stood out amongst the crowd. Her studded leather choker, elbow long fingerless gloves and fishnet stockings coupled with some very very short jean shorts made her stand out even further. And those tattoo’s. She had vines adorned with black spades running up and down her thighs and arms, a spade tattoo with a Q on her cheek similar to the one Mia has, A black heart with a little picture of a bunny on her arm and a tramp stamp that read “Snowbunny”.

“Alright boss! Don’t worry Boss! Dude i’ll like fix them the best belts this place has ever seen. Now like which one of you fine looking ladies is the domme and which one’s the sub? Dude, If I had to guess you’d be the sub little skirt lady. I’m so glad we get more lesbian couples that are into chastity. Its so rare lesbians to really experience their kinky side.” Both Mia and your girlfriend burst out laughing at her nice, but ultimately futile attempts at kink small talk. Jade could hardly believe your girlfriend when she told her who, or rather what you really were. Only when she flipped up your skirt and revealed the small bulge in your panties did she concede defeat. “Dude. I’ve got to say, I’ve seen a lot of guys in my time. A lot of those girly trap types coming in with black masters. Like A lot of cute looking femdudes, but you definitely take the cake. You are, without a single doubt, the cutest man I’ve ever had the pleasure of serving here. Just like come over here and take a seat in the backroom, I’ll have to measure you properly to see what dimensions your cage should have.” What other choice do you have at this point? I didn’t come as a surprise that your girlfriend as well as Mia decided to join you on your little cruise to humiliation central. Having a complete stranger measure you for a cage that’s made to keep your small penis from getting erect? What could possibly be more humiliating. The backroom had an impressive setup. A chair that wouldn’t be the least bit out of place in a gynecologists office dominated the center of the room. Of course the seat of honor was reserved for you. Jade asks you to remove your panties, seeing as how they would block her view of the goods. Without any underwear you take a seat in the chair. With a few nimble movements you’re lying on your back, legs spread out, up and to the side to reveal your small manhood to the three, very attractive women in the room. You really cant be blamed for popping a boner.

“Aww look at that. Don’t worry babe its only natural for a whiteboy.” “I thought it would be intimidated by us honestly.” Mia said. “Well dude, lets get this measuring started then. I don’t like really need an erect measurement. You are erect right? Just checking since... dude well its not very big. Well let me just check here with the tape. 11,5cm (4,5inch) erect.” Wait a minute. That’s half a centimeter smaller than last time your girlfriend measured you. And you’re definitely fully aroused, there’s no way your cock is going to get any harder than that.

“That’s half a centimeter less than last time I measured him. Maybe those hormones I started mixing into your food actually started working. Haha no baby I’m just kidding. I’d never do that without asking you first.” “I have to get a flaccid measurement now. Why do guys always do this? Any time I start measuring they always pop a boner. Even the gay guys. Its just so weird. Give me a second I’ll just get some ice to cool this thing down a bit.” “If I may interject for a second.” The question wasn’t directed at Jade, but rather your girlfriend. With a knowing smile she merely nodded at Mia. Having gotten consent from the only person that matters, she swiftly steps between your legs. With one hand she grabs your exposed nutsack and starts squeezing, finger nails digging deep into your scrotum, right into your testicle. The pain is immense and you cant help but screaming. A scream muffled by your girlfriends hand firmly closing your mouth and noise, cutting of your air supply entirely.

“Shh baby it’ll be over in just a second. I’m here for you baby.” She was right. In just a few seconds that felt like an agonizing eternity, Mia had managed to reduce your erection to a sad little drooping cocklet once again.

“Dude, I’m not like a specialist on dicks right? But uh you know. I think you got phimosis bro. You got so much foreskin there man, your dick shouldn’t really be covered by it when you’re erect. Just saying. Lets see here. So flaccid you’re like 6cm (2,3inch) long. Let me just get your circumference and the circumference behind the testic- hey stop squirming. I wont hurt you man I swear. As I was saying, the circumference behind testicles and shaft aaaaaaand voila. All done. So this will take a while and, depending on which features you want, I’ll have to adjust your waiting time a little bit. There’s a ton of neat little custom additions to the cage I can make if you want me to. Look at this one here. So this one has a threaded exit right? You can like, put in a little thing that goes into his urethra so he cant weasel his way out of his cage. This one has threaded holes all over so you can like thread in this sharp little screws. Hurts like a bitch when he gets a stiffy. Or so I’ve been told. Alright now this one dude? This one is high tech. The thing itself is electric. You can shock his cock whenever you want. And if you get these pads you can put them on his nuts and shock him right then and there! What will they think of next dude!?” Your wife was a perfectionist. There was no way she would ever settle for second best. Your new cage would come with the full range of custom additions. More ways to torture a mans cock and balls than anyone could ever ask for. Not only that, but she also gave you a freebie as well. A brand new “Sissy in Pink” silicone chastity cage for you to wear while she was busy crafting your new penis prison.

Last stop of your journey was a very special department. Tools for cock and ball torture were lining the shelves and Mia took great pleasure in explaining and presenting every single one with a little penis replica. It must’ve been the only white dildo in the whole store. The only one that was relegated to display different forms of cock and ball torture. “This one is called “The Humbler”. It traps the testicles in a way that only allows the sub to crawl very slowly as it tugs on his jewels. This one right here is a must have. Its so incredibly versatile. It’s a ball crusher, also called a nutcracker or testicle crusher. You see its very simple. These plates right here, you can get them in wood, plastic or steel, they trap his testicles and with these screws you can adjust how tightly you want the plates to flatten his nuts. We also have attachments with spikes on them, for a little bit of extra fun. Now this one is a little tricky to use. The “cock crimper” is CBT and chastity combined. You put his cock through that big hole and pull his glans through the small one. It angles his cock almost 90° upwards. Getting erect in that is extremely painful. This last one I’d recommend as a duo buy. These hegre dilator rods have a little orb at the end of them so you can insert them into his urethra without having to worry about losing them inside. And this thing right here is for e-stim. Electro stimulation. You can put these pads on his cock, his balls, his ass, the urethral plug, anywhere you want and then you can freely adjust how much electricity you want to run through. It can feel like a pleasurable massage or some harsh kicks to the balls. Its perfectly safe of course, no way to permanently hurt him.” As you turn to leave the aisle your girlfriend comes across some items neither of you had seen before on your internet searches. Curiosity gets the better of her and she asks for guidance from her sextoy mentor.

“Oh yeah don’t start with those. Those are expert tools. Scalpels, knives, needles and nails. They’re for advanced users only. You know how I told you about my slave and how I had to get him checked out? Well we like to do skewering play. Basically I insert needles right into his testicles. If you know what you’re doing you can actually take these sharpened iron sticks and skewer both testicles on one without permanently damaging them. Well like I said, its crazy fetish stuff and nothing for beginners. I actually have a bunch of ladies lined up for a workshop on how to do it properly without damaging their sub. We had to blow it off since I cant use my slaves testicles as pincushions anymore. Say you wouldn’t be

interested in making a little money on the side? Hey just asking.” Going shopping with your girlfriend is torture. Literally. Of course she bought all the toys. She didn’t mean to try them out necessarily, but since you’re already there you might as well get them, right? Good thing you get a very good offer due to your friendship with the owner. You feel as though you had gotten to know her fairly well during your little shopping spree and you were almost a little sad to leave her behind as you approach the automatic door to the exit. You both turn to hug her goodbye as your wife notices a peculiar store on the other side of the street, directly opposite of the toy shop. It has the words “Fertility Clinic” emblazoned above the large entrance and you could see happy couples occasionally enter and leave.

“They call it a fertility clinic yeah, but not in the way that you might think. Its to ensure that the man in the relationship remains as infertile as he can. Really, it’s a hardcore fetish store, for white couples with black masters if you ask me. Sterilization by injection, vasectomy and that kind of stuff they do sure, but the real kicker for most is that they allow the women to castrate their subs themselves. Right there with only local anesthesia while they’re still awake. Castarting their slaves while they get railed by their nigger masters. I always wanted to try it out. Eh maybe one day when the whole getting kids thing has worked out. Anyways guys, have a wonderful evening. Oh and keep me in the loop on your sexcapades won’t you?”

With that you turn back home, leaving the toystore and the fertility clinic behind. On the way home you incidentally pass by a tattoo parlor. “You know baby, we should get some tattoo’s to celebrate. I’ll get a big Queen of spades tattoo right on my cheek and you get beta of spades tattoo’d above your cock. What do you think?” You look at her for a few seconds before she bursts out laughing at how ridiculous that would be. Yeah ridiculous. As you’re gushing precum from your weak cock, you notice that you left her panties back at the store. Oh well.

3 - I cant think of any chapter names

“I don’t know about you baby, but I’m E X C I T E D! Waiting was definitely worth, my panties are completely sticky just thinking about it. No seriously, I’m SO wet right now. Getting all giddy here. Just thinking about having some fun. Just us. You and me. And this beautiful black dildo all greased up. Now let’s see here, what should we start with? “BLACKED RAW: Fashion Week BBC” maybe? I just looooove Haley Reed. I mean just look at her, she is THE perfect snowbunny. Watching her eat this big black thugs ass, getting her pretty pink pussy completely destroyed by his fat black cock and then just hearing her BEG for that creampie? Hhng i just wish it were me... but let’s look at the other options. “Beta bitch gets utterly cucked by BBC” it’s a short one, but I’m always down for amateur porn. I mean professional porn is nice and all, but in the end its just women taking dick for money. I mean sure, they all fuck black men in private while their white beta cuck boyfriends provide for them, but don’t you think it’s just soooo much hotter when it’s an amateur couple doing it? Fair enough, let’s keep looking. “Cuck creampie compilation”, ooh look at that, “cuck clean up compilation” that sounds fund, don’t you think?” Nestled on the sofa, you naked as your name day, her wearing some of her finest lingerie, black satin panties, delightfully see through except for the parts that really count, a wonderful black bra that contrasts beautifully with her pale skin and a pair of black kneesocks with those two cute white accents going around the sock just above the knee, encircling her thighs. Needless to say, she wasn’t just cute. She was an arousing sight that made your little weeny twitch every time you took a glimpse at her figure. Back at the toy store your girlfriend had desperately searched for some BLACKED brand lingerie, a new thong and sportsbra combo specifically, but Mia just had to shoot her down. They’re always gone so quickly they hardly manage to resupply in time. The downside of popularity is what she said...

Well, to be fair, while she was dressed in her finest underwear, you weren’t exactly completely nude either. When you came back from the toy store, you didn’t quite know where to actually put all the stuff you bought. Your apartment was big, thanks to your substantial salary, you did not however have the luxury of just leaving your toys out and about. Twice a week your maid would come, cleaning and cooking, making the place more presentable for the occasional friend and business partner that came to visit. Not only was she thorough, she was easy on the eyes as well. A young Latina working hard to support her family. One of the best parts however would be the fact that she didn’t mind you stealing a glance at her ass in that uniform of hers. To be fair, it was a mutual agreement, seeing how you never mentioned her stealing glances at your girlfriends ass either. Or those times where she got a little bit handsy with your girlfriend, feeling her up after another hard gym session, cupping her breasts with those tanned hands of hers, squeezing her ass with both hands as they looked deep into each other’s eyes. Sometimes you could see your girlfriend biting her lower lip as she watches your Maid is bent over, cleaning the dust of the lowest shelves. It’s a miracle she didn’t sue you when your wife gave her a little smack on the ass the last time she shuffled past to vacuum the floor. She didn’t really seem to mind at all really. Strange stuff.

Anyways, there was no way you could just leave all your new toys out in the open, agreeing instead on just stuffing all of it in your bedroom closet. The two of you would only leave out the stuff you would actually need in the very near future. Condoms, copious amounts of lube, her brand new dildo that

dwarfed your cocklet with its intimidating height and girth and a set of beginner buttplugs for either of you. The rest you bundled together and crammed into the closet. It was tight fit. Really it was a miracle that only one item fell busted out of that unstable pile of sextoys.

“Baby look. This has got to be a sign don’t you think? I know we didn’t even plan on buying this cute little chastity cage, but the way it fell out just now... I mean it’s the only thing that fell out, so that has GOT to be a sign don’t you think so baby? Aww baby I know, I know. It’s just mean to put your tiny little peepee into a cage, but just think about how hot it’ll be when you get out! Imagine, next week we’ll sit down together, I’ll remove your cage and your mighty strong erection will be able to give it to me like a real man would give it to me! Doesn’t that just sound incredibly romantic? Having you all backed up for an entire week only to release it all for me? Aww please baby, do it for me... I love you baby you’re just THE best! Come here, let me give you a whole bunch of kisses!” Her soft lips connecting with yours was enough to get your hard again which made putting on the cage just that much harder. While it was hardly an impressive erection by any standard, it wasn’t possible to put on the cage with one. The cage was small enough to keep even you contained if put on properly. Her excitement quickly turned into frustration, something that is all too common with her.

“Baybyyyyyyy you can’t just get your little buddy all stiff like that! I can’t put your cute little cage on if you stay like that. Oh I know! Stay right here, I’ll get some ice.” She returned as quickly as she left, this time with two ice cubes melting in her hand. Sitting Infront of her on the ground, legs crossed, your little stiffy peeks out between your legs, hairless testicles dangling below it. Without so much as a word she pinches your sack with her thumb and index finger, pulling it up enough to allow easy access. With her other hand she quickly maneuvers her other hand below your sack, dipping it into the cold ice, wrinkly skin exposed to the frozen cubes. The sudden shock sends shivers through your body, a quick gasp escapes your lips. Of course your body is quick to respond, pulling up your testicles back into your body to protect them from the cold, leaving behind only your wrinkly sack. Or at least that’s what it had wanted to do. Naturally your girlfriend had gotten ahead of you, switching her grip from simply pinching your sack, to firmly grasping it right below your penis, making any attempts for your testicles to escape a futile endeavor.

“There’s no escaping lil ones. I’m sorry but I’ll have to freeze you properly or this teeny weeny white boy erection won’t go away...” Having her talk to your testicles seemed to have made the situation a little bit easier, considering how your erection has died down again, leaving your limp cocklet dripping with just the tiniest amount of precum. “There we go baby, you did so well! And it didn’t seem like your little buddy hated it all that much either don’t you think? Now let’s get your little cagie on.” With that said, she once again grabbed your testicles, pulling them through the pink ring one by one. Humming along to an unheard tune she also pinched your cock by the foreskin, pulling it through the tight hole, smiling to herself as she does it. With your dick all small and limp, offering no resistance to her advances, it was an easy thing for her to gently slide the cage on. It felt a bit small and the plastic was cutting into your skin at a few spots. The cost of a cheap cage. With a small *click* the lock closes. “Its soooooo cute! Honestly we should’ve done this WAY sooner, because that thing is just perfect for you. You were always a little bit on the girly side, I mean I know girls that would kill for your bubblebutt. Or those dick sucking lips of yours. Haha no baby I’m just messing with you. But seriously, you really are just the cutest and this little pink cage just makes you that much cuter. Have you considered growing

your hair out? You should start wearing some of my old clothes as well. Anyways, I hope you’re comfortable! I’ll let you out every day so you can clean yourself, but aside from that its one whole week of not playing with yourself. Can you do that for me baby? I knew it, you really are the best.” The one week was bad. The two that followed were agony. Your girlfriend has a way with words, using her feminine charms in such a way that she always gets what she wants. And just like always, she managed to convince you to stay in your cage for just a little bit longer. Of course she’s right, the longer you wait the better the release is going to feel. If she’ll ever release you...

Ever other day you two took a shower together, the sight of her gorgeous nude body covered in soapy bubbles, water running down her body, over her nipples, dripping down between her legs...

Seeing her rub the soap bar over body, running it between her breasts, sandwiching it between those voluptuous cheeks of hers, all of it was enough to drive a man wild. Being this close to her naked form had you straining against your cage every single time. As soon as she bowed down in front of you, offering you a nice view over her smooth back, right at that massive butt of hers you knew it was inevitable. As soon as she unlocked you and removed the cage she was greeted by your stiff cock bouncing in face, something that got a little giggle out of her every time she saw it.

Just the sight of your frustrated cocklet bouncing up and down in the hot shower, looking for any possible way to get off, each droplet of water was enough stimulation to keep you hard indefinitely. Despite the amazing sights and feeling of temporary freedom, you knew this was strictly business, just a way to ensure that you’ll stay healthy despite the poor conditions set upon your penis by its warden. She did it the same way every time. With two fingers, more than enough for your size, she fixated your penis Infront of her, keeping it at eye level. The perfect height to inspect her toy, making sure its fine and healthy. With the other hand she slowly, gently peels back the foreskin, millimeter by millimeter. Your pale foreskin has always been a bit too tight to fit over the glans but she’s been working hard to fix it. Every little movement further up your penis feels as uncomfortable as it is embarrassing. She knows by instinct just how far she can pull back without hurting you, just enough to have you squirm in her grasp, reassuring her dominance over you. To top of your cleaning she lubes up her index finger with her spit, putting it in her mouth, sucking it, making it glisten with her juices. Gently she moves her finger under your foreskin, stretching it as it moves across your glans in a circular motion. Once, twice and thrice she moves her finger around your glans, making sure to lap up everything you’ve been hiding under your foreskin. The complimentary taste test is a given of course. Her index fingers moves back into her mouth, plush wet lips parting to let it inside, tongue eagerly lapping up all the dirt and grime you’ve been hiding, tasting the sweet and salty taste of years of precum and cockspunk in her mouth, saturating her taste buds with the heavenly taste.

“Mmh delicious as always baby. You must’ve been leaking bad yesterday huh? Don’t worry it won’t be much longer, I promise. Once you’re back out of this tight little cage we’ll have sooo much fun together. It’ll be about time to give you a real break soon anyways. You know, this might just be me, but don’t you think you’ve... you know... gotten a bit smaller since last week? I mean you were never on the uh... larger side, but lately I feel like maybe your little cock has become accustomed to the cage? Oh well, I’m sure that It’s just temporary.” And so the days continued. Every other day she’d hit the gym hard, exhausting herself with that new personal trainer of hers. You had picked him out for her when she first mentioned the gym coach thing. He had fantastic reviews, exhausting training sessions which would leave YOUR trophy wife panting, yearning for more. Hard exercise aimed at training her in all manner of positions and ways, working on

her stamina and flexibility. He was great and seeing the sweat drip down his chiseled dark abs just told you that he knew what he was doing. Obviously it was a bit weird that they didn’t allow the boyfriend to participate or even watch their workouts, but seeing her come home, sweating and wet, both of you hitting the shower together to clean her sculpted body and to free you, temporarily, from your cage? It was all worth it.

4 - Not like anyone cares about chapter names either

Your cock was straining hard against your cage, the sight of her in those black kneesocks, delicious thighs exposed, her panties barely hiding her slit, their back buried in those massive cheeks of hers, all of it was too much to bear. She had been teasing you for weeks and you were already on the brink. It had gotten so bad you had tried so desperately to reach an orgasm that you resorted to rubbing your puffy nipples, teasing them with your fingers, pinching and lightly twisting them in an attempt to get off, all of it to no avail. All this time without getting off has really begun to wear on you. Before all this you’ve been jerking off a whole 5 minutes a day to big black men giving rough dickings to white bimbo thots, their fat asses jiggly as they pump up and down on the fat meat rods that are stirring up their wet holes. With your current bout of abstinence, your tastes seem to have changed a bit however. Now you try desperately to get off while watching burly black guys plowing the pretty pink buttholes of white trappy fembois in chastity just like you. Watching them twerk on those BBCs, their own erections straining against their pretty cages until they finally erupt, ropes of semen bursting out of their prison as gooey jizz erupts inside of their rectum. Just thinking of these cute sissy bois getting to orgasm by only having their anus and nipples stimulated was enough to get you curious. How good would it feel if you surrendered yourself to black cock like they did? Getting your prostate pounded by thick meaty cocks instead of sitting there, helplessly tugging at your cage, praying that rubbing your nipples could get you to finally get off. Seeing their faces filled with bliss as their assholes are clutching those fat nigger cocks made you wonder, maybe if you would just surrender yourself to the pleasure you could get off just like them? No, no you’re not gay like that. You’re just desperate for relief! And it looks like you’re not the only one that has noticed your desperation.

“Look at you, getting all excited! I know baby I kept you in there for a little bit longer than we had planned, but its all worth it, believe me. It’s just you, me and all the pornography the internet has to offer! Now lets see what we have here... do you have anything specific in mind? I’m just gonna scroll through the recommendations here... mmh lookie here! “Horny Teenage Slut Eating Black Ass for Free” the description says these videos are made by a couple. Hey they both look pretty cute. Apparently she’s just really into rimming random black guys while he films her. Can you imagine us doing that? Me going out in the street holding up a sign that says “Free Rimjobs for Black Kings <3”, finding some dirty looking guy black hobo and taking him in some alleyway. Unzipping his pants and getting on my knees behind him, seeing his hairy ass and his beautiful asshole. Grabbing his butt with both hands, spreading his cheeks and finally getting my first face full of ass, feeling his butt on my cheeks, planting kisses and more kisses on his anus and all over his rim, making out with his asshole and his hairy cheeks, covering them with lipstick marks to show just where my slutty little mouth has gone. Finally putting my lips on his tight little asshole, tongue going past his sphincter into his rectum, pleasuring him from the inside, getting him completely wet, drenching his insides with my spit. I can just imagine it, sucking his cute anus while pleasuring his cock with my hands, giving him a reach around and fingering his dick with my delicate hands, waiting for him to deposit his spunk all over the alleyway, only to give him one last little kiss on the rim before we leave. Of course I wouldn’t forget about you, my handsome little camera man. You’d get a big smooch in return for your fantastic work, just like this one...” Having your beautiful girlfriend plant a kiss on you while a cute girl buries her face in the ass of an black man on the flatscreen Infront of you was a bizarre, yet highly arousing feeling. Shame about the fact that your girlfriend has decided not to let you out of your cage quite yet.

“Aww baby I just didn’t want you to cum in the first 3 minutes like you usually do... I haven’t even gotten started yet. Speaking of...” From the desk in front of your rather opulent sofa she retrieves the object of her desire. In a black satin bag she stored her new favorite toy, the fleshy, black 8 inch lust monster the two of you had purchased at Mia’s sextoy emporium. Seeing it there in her hands, the difference in size between this toy and your own little penis becomes clear as day. Even one of her hands was more than enough to handle you, for this ebony lovemaker she needed both of them though. Handling it would be harder than either of you had expected. Your girlfriend was tight, years of exercise strengthening her pelvic muscles to allow for a grip that could actively milk the cum out of any cock that had the good fortune to enter her hot, wet slit. The fact that you didn’t have the equipment required to actually stretch her out yourself might have also contributed. It appears as though your girlfriend was intent on changing that however. Tentatively she moved the toy to her face, inspecting it with the awe of a woman that had never dreamed that cocks could actually be this size. Cautiously, as if she was afraid the toy would come alive, she put the dildo to her lips, wrapping them around the glans, letting her lip flick over and across her toy, getting a feel for its size and girth. Deeper she inserted it, letting her tongue run around the toys girth, letting it hang out, copious amounts of saliva running down the shaft of her dildo. Apparently that was enough lube for her, either that or she simply couldn’t stop herself anymore. With her hands hooked into her panties she slid them off, slowly running them down her powerful thighs, down her legs, until they only hung on to her by one ankle. It was enough for her. Her panties were drenched with her juices, her wet pussy craving stimulation from her new companion. Gently she began to rub it over her slit, stimulating her labia with its length, teasing her clit with ever slide across her wet lips. It was more than she could take. With her saliva and juices as lube she gently set the tip of her toy against her vagina, gently prodding it, parting her labia, savoring the feeling of the toys girth against her insides. Each little movement coaxed another moan out of her, making her writhe in the pleasure of finally getting stretched properly.

“mmh baby this is... ugh this is great... oh I gotta stop, I gotta stop! Oh wew, I gotta take it out, it’s too much, its just too much. Oooooh there we go. Jeez I swear, this was sooooo worth it. I’m really glad you’re so open to this. Despite being a shrimp dick whiteboy I really do love you honey, I really do. Let me take off that cage and we can see if we can’t have a little fun together.” With a click she removed the cage, your little erection aiming right at her. As always she can’t help but let out a small giggle as she’s watching you squirm, hips bucking trying to fuck the air in front of you.

“I can see someone is ready to go. Now baby, you know how you’re a bit of a problem with cumming too early? I still haven’t gotten off yet and I want us both to enjoy this together so I’m not going to start pumping your little peepee just yet. Here, let me just rub right there, I promise it’ll feel really good. But before I start, you have to promise not to cum without my permission, okay? Good boy.” With only her index finger she slowly, gently begins to stimulate the frenulum through your foreskin. Just the light touch of her finger gliding gently, round and round at that very small point, occasionally feeling her finger brush against your glans, is enough for your penis to produce a steady flow of precum. Keeping your dick in control with just one finger seems to be easier for her than you might’ve expected, seeing as how she’s already back to browsing for a new video. A few clicks later and she’s back to teasing her clit with her massive toy. She had pulled up a new amateur video on Pornhub. A burly black hunk of a man is busy giving it to a much smaller snowbunny. His entire weight is pushing down on her as he plunges his fat cock into her pussy over and over again, sloppy wet sounds of his dick kissing her womb and the smacking sound of their hips grinding against each other almost drowning out her gasps and moans. Both her legs were in

the air, toes curling and spasming in sync with each thrust. This petite white girl taking a fat black cock that’s half the size of her, splitting her tight pussy open with its massive girth seemed to be exactly what your girlfriend wanted to see. With more fervor she began to plunge the black silicone dick into her wet slit, biting her lower lips, focused entirely on the musclebound black man rocking this snowbunnies world. Each thrust he took inside of that cute girl was matched by your girlfriend. Thrust for thrust she plunged the cock deeper inside of her, grinding it against her wet walls, rubbing it over her clit only to plunge it back inside even deeper than before.

It wasn’t long before he reached his climax. With one last thrust he delivered his hot spunk inside of her, shifting all his weight on top of her, pushing her down with his big manly hands, pinning her on to the bed so there would be no escape. He was an alpha male and he would breed her fertile whitegirl womb, whether she wanted to or not, there was no way this little white girl would be able to resist the power of his cock. With his entire length inserted he deposited his spunk, shooting hot ropes of gooey jizz into her womb, one after the other until his nut was running out of her hole, pushing past his cock. With one swift motion he pulled out, leaving a gaping, properly bred sluthole behind. With his desires sated he clearly had stopped caring about the disposable fuckhole still laying on the bed, panting from the rough fucking she had just received. As one character leaves the scene, another enters. Another girl had entered the scene, her brown sidebraid swinging with each step she took closer to the bed. She was another cutie, just as slim and small as the girl that was laying on the bed. Her breasts were smaller with cute puffy nipples, both of them pierce with little metal barbells, her butt was even jucier though, a set of comfortably soft buns with a cute bleached butthole and a sissy of spades tattoo to top it off. Even her face looked like that of a girl. If it hadn’t been for the jetblack chastity cage between her legs, no one could have ever assumed that it was actually a boy that was now laying on the bed, head buried between her legs, tongue lapping up his strong alpha male seed from her gaping pussy, tasting the salty gift this breeding stallion had given the other girl. The stimulation of watching this little lady get BLACKED, coupled with the sensation of your girlfriend gently rubbing your penis was enough to send you over the edge. Just one more second and you’d dribble your seed all over her finger. It didn’t come to pass however, as your girlfriend seemed to have sensed just how close you actually were to orgasm. With her finger gone all that’s left for you is to pathetically hump the air in a desperate attempt to finally cum after those 3 weeks of abstinence.

“Cumming is not allowed baby. Not without my permission. Aww I know, watching that big handsome black man pound that white girls pussy into submission was probably too much for you. I have to say, I’m a bit jealous of her myself. Having some savage nigger on top of you, only caring about breeding your fertile white womb, tearing you apart, each thrust hitting your womb, his hot cum blasting past your cervix into your deepest parts... mmh... oh don’t worry baby its just a fantasy! Anyways, I think a little bit of punishment is in order. Oh don’t worry I wont hurt you. But I wont help you either. You’re not allowed to stroke yourself at all while we watch this next video. When I saw your search history I noticed some more... extreme videos... beta white boys getting removed from the gene pool, getting their white boy balls, are you really into this cock and ball torture stuff? You’re such a perv! Alright you’re not allowed to touch yourself at all while we watch this one. It’s a punishment so you’re not allowed to enjoy this one, okay?” She had put on another amateur video. It actually looks like it was recorded by the same couple as the video before. You couldn’t see faces, only his lower body and her breasts in that loose t-shirt. He was lying on his back legs spread apart, chained to the bedpost, she was sitting between them, with free access to his genitals, his bindings leaving him no way to resist her torture.

“Look baby, they have the same vice that we bought at Mias place! No wait, it’s a bit different. Well how different can two pieces of clear plastic really be? Oooooh so that’s how you use it, that’s good to know. So you take the dick, loop it through the hole and just tighten the screws as much as you want? Aww look at the poor little guy all tied up like that. He can’t resists her at all, she could just grind his poor balls to a fine paste with that thing!” And that’s what she did. Almost. Slowly, gently, she turned each of the four screws. One rotation at a time. Slowly but surely his once round testicles became flatter and flatter, getting squished by the vice like genital torture device. Despite his erection, as small as it was, it was clear that he was in quite a bit of pain, as each new turn of the screws caused him to moan and shake his pelvis in a futile attempt to get away from her painful control of his nuts. She seemed to enjoy his struggling however. To muffle his moaning she had decided to switch positions, moving from her sport between his legs over to his face, planting her plump butt right on his face, smothering him with her soft cheeks. “Stop moaning you little bitch! We both know there’s nothing you want more than for me fuck up your nuts. You want me to smash them don’t you? Ruin your little marbels and beat the shit out of your clit dick you little whore? Yeah keep eating my ass you dumb piece of fuckmeat, there should be plenty of fresh cum in there for you, the difference between beta bitch whitebois like you and these big black alpha males is that they just take what they want. They just picked me up and fucked on all over the house, they didn’t even give me a single break, just fat black cocks destroying my tight holes one after the other, completely ignoring my crying and whimpering. If you’re a good girl I might just ask my bull to take your tight little asshole for a spin.”

It’s hard to say which hurt and aroused him more, her cutting remarks or the steady increase of pressure in his balls. Despite their already impressive flatness, she kept on turning the screws, grinding his nuts down even tighter. It’s hard to say if it was the pain or her ass smothering that caused the guy to pass out, but either way that’s how the video ended. “Well that was... unexpected? This might sound a little bit weird, but don’t those two kinda remind you of... you know... us? I don’t know the guy has your build. Cute face, very cute and also very large butt with a girlfriend that loves him very much? Just really reminded me of us. Well this was supposed to be a punishment for you, but the video was so weird that I actually stopped masturbating myself hehe. Alright this is the one baby. Last video and we both get to climax. You and me together.” It seems as though she had taken a liking to this couple. She kept browsing through their videos, astonished by just how many of them they had actually uploaded and in all those categories too. Most of it cuckold related, her getting spitroasted by black thugs while her boytoy watches, her tormenting his genitals in some sort of CBT roulette game, him eating a thick juicy load out of her abused asshole and finally a bunch of videos of her alone. Seems like she’s a bit of an anal addict considering that all her videos are of her, bouncing up and down on big black, fake cocks, both at home as well as in some... less secluded spaces. Your girlfriend decided to put on another kinky one of her taking her newest toy for a spin in a public toilet, her thick black toy fixed to the toilet seat with its suction cup so she could comfortably bounce up and down on the fake dick, spreading her cheeks and stretching her asshole for her silicone lover.

“Look at that bubble butt on her. I wouldn’t mind having that sit on my face for a bit huh baby? Oh don’t worry I’m just joking around, I’d never go into a public bathroom to hook up with a complete stranger, having her force me down on my knees, planting her butt on my face, pushing my head against the wall and suffocating me with that fat ass... look at you bucking your hips like that. Are you trying to impregnate the air sweetie? Haha let me actually start the video and I’ll give your little penis some strokies, sound good? Oh my god look at that she’s licking the toilet seat! What a slu- wait a second. That’s not a

queen of spades tattoo on his ass. That’s a sissy of spades tattoo! That’s not the girl!” She was right, the cute girl down on her knees, running her tongue over the dirty toilet seat, polishing it with her mouth, lips kissing it, worshipping it, wasn’t actually a girl at all. What both of you had mistaken for the woman from the other videos was actually her boytoy all along. It was hard to tell from the thumbnails and previews since they only showed his fat bubble but bouncing on that beautiful black girthy cock, loose asshole sucking it in and grinding it against his prostate. In the video he was wearing one of those black medical masks partially hiding his face which made discerning his gender even more difficult. Seeing him pull the mask over his eyes to worship the seat of a public toilet with his mouth was an arousing sight nonetheless. He hadn’t even taken out his big black silicone toy, but your girlfriend was already back to pleasuring herself. She clearly wasn’t bothered by the bait and switch. Having secured the dildo on the toilet seat with the large suction cup at its bottom, the cute femboi began to fellate the toy, his lips running over the fake cock, teasing the glans, his tongue running down the shaft, pleasuring the fake testicles at the bottom of the toy, the entire dildo covered in his spit, only a single string of saliva connecting his extended tongue to the fat cock in front of him. Your girlfriend was entranced by this display of sissy faggotry, her hands busy pumping her own sextoy deep into her wet hole, plunging it into her deepest parts, its girth and thickness stimulating her walls causing her to moan out in primal pleasure. She had completely forgotten about your cock, instead focusing on her own pleasure and the fat bottomed twink on the screen in front of you both.

“Look at him taking that fat black dick like a good little whiteboi faggot . I cant believe he only used spit to lube this monster up. Mmh look at him tearing that fucking ass apart baby, there’s no way he can go back to little dicks after this. He must’ve trained really hard to get to that level, stretching his boipussy like that that, I bet it must feel amazing to get his prostate pumped like that, rubbing his little faggot spot with that fat thing. What kind of an absolute buttslut do you have to be to take a fat black cock in a public bathroom. Don’t you think you’d look good bouncing on a cock like that baby? Just think about it baby, if you could cum with your cute butt like him you would never have to leave your cage ever again!” With those haunting words in the air she grabbed your cock between her thumb and index finger. Just her two fingers she began to jerk your little cock, your precum the perfect lube, making her delicate fingers glide smoothly across your dicklet.

“I’m almost there baby. This fat dick is stirring up my pussy like crazy, every time I ram it in I can feel it pounding against my cervix, agh its hitting all the spots baby. I know how much of a premature ejaculator you are baby, but I really want us to share this high. I’ll count down baby and then we’ll cum together, okay?”

“5”

Just once she glides her fingers up and down your cock, pulling back the skin just a little bit, her gentle touch already enough stimulation to almost make you burst then and there.

“4”

She increased her speed as well, plunging that fat cock into her pussy harder and harder with each thrust, twisting it as she rams it in only to quickly pull back again to prepare for the next savage attack on her womb.

“3”

The third pump almost put you over the edge, the little stimulation of her fingers almost causing your small phimotic premature cock to erupt then and there.

“2”With a scream she rams the dildo into her pussy one last time, forcing its entire length inside, grinding it against her walls as her thumb circles around her clit in an attempt to draw her orgasmic high out as much as possible. You can hardly hear the

“1”

Through her screams. One last time her fingers pump up and down your cock, gripping it more tightly, almost pinching your little cocklet between her fingers, the pressure of her grip and the pumping motion causing you to go right to the edge. Just a little bit more and you’re there... just before the orgasm hits you, she lets go, using her other hand to rub on her clit as she fucks herself even harder with her dildo. She shudders as wave after wave of orgasm hit her, completely ignoring you for her own selfish pleasure, leaving your cock dribbling your weak watery seed like a faucet, completely unsatisfied from the ruined orgasm you had just experienced. It took her a little while and a few more screaming orgasms to get back to a somewhat clear state of mind. Bliss was written in her face, having finally experienced the mind melting power of a cock of real size and girth.

“Oh jesus that was great. Oh I just came, I don’t know, atleast 5 times with this beautiful thing. This video... you know baby... watching this cute white boy getting off like that from getting his butt stuffed with fat black cock made me feel a bit bad for you. I got to experience my first orgasm since we started living together and he obviously had fun with a big black dildo like that. What if we started to train your butt just like him? You could have all the fun we just had if we just trained you a little bit. What do you think baby, will you do it for me? Will you let me play with your cute little anus while I keep your dicklet in chastity? I knew it, you really are the best baby! I loooooooove you so much baby!”

And so began your training to become a sissy white boi buttslut just like the femboi in the video.

5 - Interracial gloryhole fun Part 1

“... she really sounded desperate on the phone. I mean can you believe that? Two of her girls just getting sick out of the blue is putting her in such a bind? You’d think she had have some more backup. I guess the second girl was the backup of the first? She’s always been a good friend to me, so I really feel like I ought to help her out here. You should come with me, maybe we can both help out.” Mia did sound quite desperate on the phone. Apparently a few people called in sick and now she’s unable to man a part of her store. Of course your girlfriend was enthusiastic to help her good friend, even if it meant spending one of those hot and heavy summer evenings in a well ventilated store with air conditioning. It was a sacrifice the both of you were willing to make. It was a good way to distract yourself as well. Ever since your girlfriend had allowed your dicklet to dribble its watery cum over her fingers, you hadn’t been permitted to get off, keeping you caged and frustrated instead. Your predicament hadn’t stopped her though. She spent most of her free time either at the gym or at home with her fat black dildo, buried deep inside of her snowbunny pussy, ramming it inside of her, feeling it knock against her cervix with each savage thrust while you sit on the floor in front of her like a good little whiteboi, massaging the fatigue out of her aching thighs, her juices running down her legs as you strain against your cage, precum dripping pathetically through the hole of your pretty pink prison.

She did take pity on your in a way however. Whenever she wasn’t exhausting herself at the gym accompanied by her gymbunny friends and well acquainted black personal trainers, or pleasuring herself with the beautiful silicone cock she was so obsessed with, she would make time for your pleasure. It wasn’t the pleasure of a man however, not the pleasure of a long, hard, black cock stirring up a fertile, young, white pussy, bestowing upon her womb the gift of his virile dark seed, glazing her face with his sticky cum or having her worship that fat dick and those juicy dangling balls to coax out his hot and sticky gift. No, it was the pleasure entirely unlike that, focusing instead on your soft breasts, twisting and licking your hard pink nipples, letting her tongue run over them until they’re all stiff and begging for more. It was the female pleasure of having your hungry cockhole teased by her fingers, running them along the rim of your anus, pulling on its sides to turn the once round anus into the beautiful pink slit of a real whiteboipussy fuckhole. Feeling a slender finger invade your tight puckered butt, stirring it up to feel the heat of your desire and to rub along all those tender spots that cause you to let out one girly moan after the other, all of these are pleasures reserved only for women and the sissy boytoys that follow them.

It didn’t take long until just one finger stopped being enough. A real BBC was much, much larger of course. Instead of directly pleasuring your prostate with her middle finger, she had decided it would be more fun to stretch you out and to hopefully let you experience the pleasure she received each time she climaxed. With two fingers she spread your sphincter, stretching it as much as her gentle fingers as possible until she could finally move on to those other toys you bought. Watery lubricant helped the buttplug in its advances, helping it glide as it strained against your tight sphincter. It was hard to relax properly, but with your head on her lap, her whispering soft encouragement into your ear as she played with your nipple was enough to get you to ease up. With her one free she gently pushed the plug into you rectum, the thickest part of it stretching you out until it finally slipped in, a comfortable feeling of fullness now taking its place in your ass. Since then she made you spend all of your time caged and

most of it plugged as well. Even if you haven’t managed to work up to the medium sized plug, your girlfriend was still proud of her little buttslut.

And so the two of you, her wearing her jeanshorts cut close enough to show both pockets peeking out of the fabric straining against her smooth thighs and a loose tanktop that hardly contained her breasts, straining against their size only to drop down limply below them. Her long blonde hair was tied down as a ponytail due to the heat which she was quite sensitive to. Sweat was dripping down her arms from her smooth pits, dripping down her face and boobs, pooling between them, absorbed by the tight fabric, colouring it a shade darker with its wetness. She had already gotten a nice tan on this summer and she was set on keeping it for as long as possible by basking her glorious body in the sun whenever possible. Your outfit was intent on doing quite the opposite. A light summer dress coupled with a wide brimmed hat would keep your sensitive pale skin from being damaged by the harsh rays of the sun. This was hardly the real reason why your girlfriend had suggested wearing such feminine clothes however. No matter which pants you had put on, all of them made you feel exposed, made you feel the buttplug stretching your anus, straining against the cloth. Despite her assurances that it couldn’t be seen on account of your bubblebutt, you had decided against those constricting pants and had instead gone for your girlfriends dress suggestion. While it managed to hide any signs of the foreign object in your rectum, it did however make your cage print against the fabric on account of your lack of underwear. Your girlfriend had insisted on this little detail, saying that underwear would simply destroy the lock by shining through the light fabric. It was pointless to argue against her so you had simply accepted her advice as your truth. With her looking like a PAWG, hot and ready and you like her petite girlfriend, both of you were subject to the stares of several groups of young black men. While you were uncomfortable and downright scared of them overpowering both of you, their physique was far outmatching yours after all, your girlfriend enjoyed the attention from the handsome urban youths clutching their fat black cocks through their pants, shouting and whistling as you pass by them.

Across the opulent adult entertainment palace that Mia, your fiancés good friend, can proudly say is her own, the so called “fertility clinic” is bustling with business. Despite the evening heat, couples could be seen entering and leaving the clinic, some of them going in alone, just a white boytoy provider and snowbunny girlfriend on a stroll to get him snipped, some of them accompanied by a second, much stronger black male. It wasn’t hard to see what he was there for. Dribbling the last bit of their impotent loser semen to their girlfriends and wives getting destroyed by their strong black bulls as any remnant of masculinity and virility is taken from them by either an attractive nurse, a cute doctor or even their own girlfriend, must be a feeling of pure bliss that even the heat cant detract from. Feeling the cold air on your skin was a welcome respite and clearly one of many reasons why the adult toy store was once again bustling with business. It seemed as though your girlfriend was also enjoying the cold air quite a bit, her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her tanktop, which drew quite a few stares from men and women alike. It was quite unlike her to leave her bra behind, as it made carrying those heavy milk tanks around would be even more of a burden then it already was. It didn’t take long for Mia to find the two of you, either because your girlfriend called ahead, or because she has security cameras covering every inch of the place. One is about as likely as the other you’ve come to find.

With the light of the sun setting, Mia’s various piercings, all denouncing her as a slut for black cock, a breeder and racetraitor, a queen of spades snowbunny and worshipper of the church of nigger cock,

sparkled in the rays of light, their brightness beautifully contrasting her dark hair. Her change from a neat bun to a single braid running down her pale shoulder, coupled with her street wear, a black skirt reaching about halfway down her thighs and a simple black strapless top which only barely hid several vine like tattoos featuring spades instead of leaves. They gave her a more casual look than the last time you had seen her. If the air affected her in a similar way to your girlfriend, she certainly wasn’t showing it, her dark top clinging tightly to her smooth breasts, not a nipple to be seen. Sure, she they weren’t as big as most girls, but it added a certain charm to her appearance, pulling the view more to her picturesque face and hefty butt instead.

“I’m soooooo glad you guys came! This whole situation got me into a bit of a pickle, I mean who could’ve expected them both to get knocked up in the same month? I keep telling them: Use protection, we can sell the semen later! Semen popsicles, semen sauce, nutbutter for your coffee, etc. all of it ready to be sold to willing snowbunnies, but noooooo, they just had to get themselves rawdogged and creampied by those handsome darksinned thugs. Sure, there’s just something about mindblowing anonymous sex with Black kings, letting them use you however they like, load after load of superior black semen mixed together in your womb... Where was I? Your job, right. No worries, I just need you to fill in for them for one of their small shifts so i can get a replacement for them, should be a one time thing. Let’s just get going and I’ll explain you what you have to do once we’re actually there.” So the three of you went off into the elevator leading to the third floor. The same third floor where Mia keeps the especially kinky gear and sextoys of the weirdest shapes, sizes and uses. Once again your journey took you between shelves of bondage gear, dildos too big to realistically fit into any orifice and devices of torture, genital or otherwise. There wasn’t a soul to be seen here, well except for Jade, the resident specialist in all matters chastity related. You could see her once as you passed between shelves, sitting behind her counter not even pretending to be actually hard at work.

After a short while you ended up in another corner of the store, behind a doorway sheltered by black satin curtains lays another, slightly different section of the store. “Here we are. Gloryhole alley. Your new home for the next few hours. And again, I’m really glad you agreed to helping out, not a lot of people would suck off complete strangers, servicing their cock and balls while their boyfriend watches... you really are the best friend a gal could hope for. Let me show you around. As you can see, there’s a few doors left and right, these are for different kinds of gloryholes and different “settings” so to say. Sure, a gloryhole is a pretty voyeuristic thing in its essence, but we wanted to accommodate all kinds of people look for quick, easy, anonymous sex, not just the more outgoing ones. So in the end we decided to provide our customers with different sections. Over there you got stalls, each with only one hole, leaving you in complete privacy. Over there you have a specialty of this place: Imagine a room in a room. And now imagine this room had cock sized holes on all 4 sides. And now imagine there’s a pretty girl in there ready to take your fat, backed up loads into her slutty holes while you high five your bros next to you. Amazing don’t you think? All of this is voluntary of course, I pay the girls a good bit of money so they can in turn make a good load of money for me. There’s one exception though, something which is unique to our store. I made a special deal with prisons all over the country and they agreed to send me their cutest boys and girls so they don’t have to care for them themselves. They’re allowed to serve their sentence in our gloryholes instead of actual prison. It’s still meant as a punishment however, which is why you can be a bit rougher with them. Anything goes as long as it doesn’t leave lasting damage or breaks the skin, etc. So if a black man ever wanted to roughly pound a tight white ass into submission with only spit as lube

while spanking their ass until their bright red handprint remains as a cute reminder of their savage fucking, then they’ve come to the right place. Look here, these are a for our more traditional customers.” In the wall to your left you could see some of Mia’s employees. Or rather certain parts of them. One could only see their hands, feet and a large part of their butt as well as some thigh, jutting out of the hole in the wall.

The first one, a girl ginger girl from the picture displayed above her butt, was completely and utterly covered in semen, her already pale white skin, glazed with the milky white jizz from ass to toe. Her feet and hands were glistening with seed, while a steady flow of cum oozed out of her abused holes, dripping down her butt and thigs on to the floor she’s hanging over. “That’s Ginger. Its not her real name, but the name came easily. As you can see she doesn’t do the whole condom thing. We have several well hung black men coming every day just to blow several loads over her toes and fingers. Then again we also have enough people that enjoy actually fucking her sloppy holes. This one’s for people that are really into sloppy seconds. You can actually feel your cock pushing the semen deeper into her hole all the way to her womb as you slide in and out of here. Or so I’ve been told. Good thing is that we don’t need to waste money on lube, the cum is great at letting you glide in and out of her ass and it gets more slippery with each deposited load.” The girl next to her proved to be the polar opposite. Both her holes were clean of semen, the only thing dripping being the fluid from her wet pussy. Instead of semen, she was adorned by filled condoms of all colours and load sizes. They were tied to every single one of her fingers and toes and in her hands she held several condoms filled with copious amounts of nutbutter. There were some more stowed away on the ground below her and on a belt that hung around her fat ass.

“Yeah she’s really into the whole “safe sex” thing, which is fine since some of the customers really dig it. Sometimes they have competitions to see who can dish out the biggest load. The best thing is when they stuff the filled condoms deep in her pussy or ass and some unknowing guys cock is met with a filled condom instead of her cervix. Funniest shit you’ve ever seen.” The last occupied spot was a bit special as it was reserved not for a woman, but a femboi instead. His small cock was hanging limply between his fat ass and the wall Infront of it. His tiny, atrophied whiteboi cock was complemented well by the gaping fuckhole between his ample white cheeks which was also oozing semen, running down his ass and over his balls until it dripped down on the floor. Unlike the girls before, this hole had a special device hanging next to it. A buttplug the size of a small fist was hanging down next to him, a chain affixing it to the wall. With a sigh Mia took the plug and, after coating it in a bit of the dripping semen, shoved it back into the boys stretched asshole. A faint moan could be heard from the other side of the wall. “I keep telling these dumb monkeys, “Put the plug back in when you’re done!” but do they listen? I should put up a sign. If he’s not plugged he won’t be able to take their cocks properly and then no one gets to have fun with him. I mean what do they expect? Women were born to be fucked by fat cocks, they were made to be pushed down and abused by strong men, but this faggot? Sissy whiteboys are made. Sure, they were born weak, not like real men at all, but to become a semen slurping faggot fucktoy? For that they really have to be molded by cocks. The first one usually isn’t enough either, it has to be BBC after BBC after BBC until they simply cant live without them anymore. But even then, practice makes perfect, use it or lose it. And even a permagaped fuckhole like him needs to be stretched and warmed up properly before use. Well then, here we are. Like I said, this is for beginners so you don’t have to worry about those cumdumps out there.”

Leaving her workers behind, the three of you make your way to your girlfriends new workplace. After a few more twists and turns and several more used up gloryhole sluts, Mia finally led you into the place destined for the two of you. It wasn’t a very big room, enough for the three of you to sit and stand in comfortably, but without any furniture. There were only two defining features to this room: The Flatscreen TV that covered the walls (which exclusively played videos of gloryhole sluts getting fucked by gorgeous looking, thick cocks, gooey semen splattering over their faces and baby batter fucked deep into their whorish holes) and the holes this place was known for. There were several of them on the unoccupied walls, usually on different heights, perfect for gloryhole snowbunnies of all sizes to comfortably suck and fuck without having to worry about awkward angles and exhaustion from strained fucksessions. “And here we are. Now before we get started, there’s just a few small details we have to address before you start. First of all, put this on. This is a special choker only available at our stores. It’s as high quality as it can get and you won’t be able to find one as great as this anywhere else. Go ahead, put it on!” It was a tight fit. The dark material the choker consisted of was a great contrast to your girlfriends pale skin however and the way it subtly dug into her throat, constricting it just the tiniest bit, slightly digging into her beautiful skin, it was a sight to behold. Each movement made the spade wrought out of dark steel reflect the light duly. “There we go and now put on this lipstick. I know you have gorgeous lips even without it, but believe me, its important.” Purple lipstick was a new thing for her. She had the puffy lips that seemed to signal to any black man just how nice they’d feel, wrapped around their big black cock, plush DSLs worshipping them, her nimble tongue just another part of her cockmilking suckslut mouth. With her purple lips she got a bit of a goth vibe, creating a bit of a dissonance between them and her otherwise blonde hair and blue eyes, a dissonance which practically shouted that this lipstick was for a special fetish, a way to seek the attention of any fat cocks in her vicinity. Like a call to arms that screamed: FUCK MY MOUTH I’M A SLUT FOR NIGGER COCK!

“Perfect. You really are beautiful. Have you ever thought about getting some piercings? Or a tattoo? You know Ami is actually a great artist and she can just whip you up a quick little piece of bling or ink. We even offer a black breeder barcode that lets people see your pregnancy and ownership status with their smartphones. Where was I? Oh yeah right. So this is important. The choker is part of our daily competition system. If a guy’s cock is powerful enough to bulge out your throat in a way that causes your choker to snap off, he gets a fantastic reward from the store! It’s an incentive for black guys to come back to the store. There are enough gals out there willing to pay just to worship a fat black cock and a pair of deliciously large testicles you know. We’re just trying to find the right guys for the job and this is a great way to do it. You know mister boyfriend, if you’re interested you could try it out yourself. Haha I’m just kidding, we all know what kind of little surprise you’re packing. Compared to the kinds of cocks your girlfriend gets to service today, it might as well be a clitty. Whats the lipstick for? Oh right, yes that’s also important. Our customers like it when they can see just how hard you’ve worked for them. Before every cock I want you to apply a generous amount of lipstick. They want to see your lips mark their cocks and I want to see it too. Speaking of seeing it. Mister boyfriend, this right here is your job. I need you to film the entire thing. We’re using it as promotional material for the store. Huh? Of course this won’t go on the internet. No this is just for the store. You worry too much bitch boy, your girlfriends chastity is assured. Just do as I say or I’ll make sure she’ll

never let you out of that cage again... Haha just kidding, don’t be so serious!”

With that Mia was gone and the two of you were left alone, her looking like a pseudo goth whore and you as the camera man of a very special porn movie.

6 - Interracial gloryhole fun Part 2

Both of you were a bit uncomfortable. Mia never said anything about your girlfriend cleaning black cocks for the whole day. Both of you had assumed it was maybe a cashier job? Something less... lewd at least. There’s no way that your girlfriend knew of this deal after all. No way at all. She would never have agreed if she had known, right? As if to break the atmosphere, the first cock appeared through one of the gloryholes. It was safe to say that both of you were in a bit of a shock. And in awe. It was a magnificent example of a beautiful, fat, veiny, uncut black cock. A pair of fat dark balls were swinging below it, both of them waiting to be serviced by your girlfriends eager mouth. As if unsure how to proceed, your girlfriend awkwardly approached the slab of dark man meat in front of her. Gingerly, insecure, she examined the monster in front of her. She was raping it with her eyes, fondling his fat balls and glans with her stares. She was a mere inch away from it, her ragged breath hitting the dick in front of her face. As if surprised, her new lover jumped up a bit, clearly enjoying the sensation of her cockhungry breath on its skin.

It was the push that your girlfriend needed. With all her courage she planted a shy kiss on the strangers tip, still covered by a strained bit of foreskin. Again he jumped and again your girlfriend began her advances, getting more bold with each move. With her hands she began to feel up his manhood, moving them up and down his mighty shaft as she gently moved her tongue over his glans. She could sense how much her new lover was enjoying her gentle touch, the tongue that was supposed to be only for you now stimulating the head of his veiny cock. Her hands were now slowly jerking him off, gliding over his shaft from the balls to the glans, her tiny mouth filled completely by the massive cock in front of her. It was as if she was trying to milk his virile black semen right out of him, milking it right into her eager mouth, hot and ready for the salty load he was sure to gift her. With each stroke and each flick of her tongue across his glans he got more and more erect, the already impressive meatrod getting even bigger inside of her wet mouth. It gave her the confidence she needed. Any trace of restraint went away as she tried to take him inside of her, deep down into her throat. It would have been impossible for a normal woman to throat such a massive piece of cockmeat and yet, like a true snowbunny, your girlfriend managed to take almost half of him inside of her, her throat bulging from the mass as she was getting squeezed between her tight choker and the fat cock. It clearly wasn’t enough to snap her newest accessory however. Even has she slowly bobbed her head on his cock, massaging it with her throat, her entire cock getting massaged with each swallow, even with her help it wasn’t enough to snap her choker. It didn’t take long for him to finish. A fat salty load of cum shooting directly into her throat down into her stomach. Only the spit connecting his cock and her lips was an indicator of the tender deepthroat you had just caught on camera.

It was clear she was enjoying herself. It was her first time sucking off a real cock after all. Even if you had tried to talk to her, she wouldn’t have heard you. She was busy removing her pants, revealing a dripping wet spot in her panties. A pair of panties that was quickly discarded as she began furiously rubbing her wet pussy. She would have brought herself to climax, rubbing her swollen clit with her thumb as she fucked herself with another three fingers, if there hadn’t been a new client. Neither of you had expected them to come and go this quickly but here he was, a new cock hanging

inside of the room. This one was different from the one before. Where the first cock was nice, big and clean, this big black nigger cock was clearly in need of a tongue bath. He was larger than the cock before, but this one had foreskin covering him completely and the musky smell of ballsweat and cum was permeating from it. Mia had mentioned something about a special cock cleaning deal that only the more degenerate customers would take advantage off. Some of them wouldn’t wash their cock for a whole month, only to have it cleaned by the mouth of a pretty young white girl, her tongue lapping up all the cockgrime that had collected. This was clearly one of them. As she peeled back his ample foreskin, she was greeted by a month’s worth of stale semen, smegma and a stray pube, all of them adding to his manly, musky cock scent served to put her brain into the state of a cockhungry suckslut. The sheer manliness of his smell was enough to put her into a state of arousal that you had never seen before. Where she was simply wet before, she was now gushing with her feminine juices, her pheromones mixing in the air with his manly scent. The smell itself was intoxicating, turning your fit fiancées mouth into a fuckhole for his dirty, smelly BBC wouldn’t be very hard for him. Already her mouth was agape in shock and arousal, her tongue lolling out getting closer and closer to him as though her mind was possessed by the thought of cleaning his nasty nigger dick. This time she was less gentle, less restrained. Pulling his foreskin back as much as possible she revealed all of the nasty cockspunk he had saved for her. It was impossible, she had to taste him, she had to get a taste of his smegma loaded glans and the backed up load he was keeping in those fat balls of his, there was no way she could ever pull back now.

With the enthusiasm of a true cock cleaning whore she went ahead and circled her tongue around his glans, taking in all the smegma and old, stinky semen in one fell swoop, depositing it all on her pretty pink tongue. It didn’t seem as though she was aware of you or the video you couldn’t help but take of her unbridled cock lust, yet still she acted as though she truly was the star actress in her own porn movie. Like a true professional whore she held out her tongue, displaying his nasty spunk on it for the camera, before pulling it back, savoring it in her mouth, coating her taste buds with the unique, salty taste of his unwashed cock. She dipped her tongue into his nigger nut one last time before swallowing all of it in one go. He couldn’t see her display of wanton hedonism, a pretty young girl enjoying the taste of his month old cockspunk, yet still his cock was rock hard, harder and much bigger than yours ever was or could be. He was even bigger than the guy from before! You weren’t the only one that had noticed his size. Your girlfriend had already swallowed his smegma and was now busying herself with his fat cock. With the glans cleaned, she moved on to worship the rest of his cock, dragging her tongue across his length, up and down, tasting the sweat on his skin as she pleasured him. Her spit was beginning to coat his entire length, making her tongue glide across his man meat down to his balls. With his cock glistening with her saliva, she moved on to his heavy balls, kissing them, worshipping them with her mouth, sucking one of them in, holding it inside the warmth of her mouth. It filled her mouth to the brim, yet she somehow managed to glide her tongue across it, sandwiching it between the fat testicle and her plush lips. She quickly switched to the other testicle, sucking it in and giving it the same treatment, licking every fold of his heavy scrotum, sucking in his ballsweat, truly worshipping his heavy dangling testicles with her mouth. It was as if hundreds of years of oppression were being rectified in this very moment. A fertile young white girl down on her knees, practically begging to clean the cock of her black master as her white boyfriend watches.

Not just his smell is intoxicating. Tasting his cockspunk and heavy, wrinkled ballsack in her mouth just

made her pussy gush all the more. She needed to feel him in her mouth, feel his lengthy and thick shaft pulsating in her mouth as he gushes rope after rope of thick smelly semen into her hot belly. Neither of you were sure whether the head of his enormous cock would even fit into her mouth, but she sure was going to try. She nearly had to unhook her jaw to truly take his girth into her hot, greedy mouth, but it was certainly worth it. She stretched her lips, her mouth, her jaw to accommodate his size inside of her, getting more comfortable with the man meat in her mouth with each second. It was already glistening with the saliva she had so liberally applied to his shaft with her tongue, but it wasn’t enough spitlube for her to pleasure him with her throat. She needed to feel him though, push past her tongue deep into her, to be used as nothing more than a pocket pussy for his superior cock. Once again she began to prep his meaty glans, covering them in her saliva, her tongue circling around his entire girth, or at least the part she had managed to get inside of her cute little mouth. There seemed to be no back and forth for her as she had resigned to lube him up properly with her spit, he however had other plans. Suddenly he pulled back, almost freeing his cockhead from her greedy mouth. As she rocked her head forth to take him back, to fill the void his cock had left in her mouth, he bucked his hips forward forcefully, ramming it past her mouth, deep into her throat. Her eyes opened in shock and awe at the thick sensation inside of her throat. He had proven to her that she was able to take him, that all the deepthroating she had done on her favorite dildo had worked, that her gag reflex really was gone for good. All of these thought would have ran through her head if she hadn’t been busy gagging on his massive black meatstick.

Unable to grasp her head, unable to force her into servicing him as a thug like him would usually do, he could only stand back and let her take her pleasure out on him. With new enthusiasm she began to service him, bobbing her head back and forth, throating him ever deeper with each movement, gagging herself on his length. Her wet, hot throat constricted around him as she swallowed, wringing his cock with the slimy muscles of her throat and oesophagus. Her throat was bulging more and more the deeper she gagged herself on his thick cock. Her choker had already been strained by her fist customers cock, but this one truly knocked it out of the park. Each movement, each time she pulled back and throated his meaty dick her throat bulged out until it finally happened. With a *rip* her choker snapped off of her throat, tumbling down her back. She hadn’t even noticed as she was still busying herself with his man meat. Without the tightness of the choker constricting her throat, she was free to service his cock properly. She took his length in its entirety, forcing it down her tight, wet throat inch by inch until his balls hit her chin, the deepest part of his cock already cutting of her air supply. She did not back off however. With him all the way inside of her she proceeded to milk his balls dry with her mouth. With each swallow her oesophagus constricted, massaging the entire length of his cock, enveloping it in her warm wetness. Slowly she bobbed her head back and forth, intent on stimulating his glans with the very end of her throat. Her eyes were beginning to tear up, reddening from their lack of oxygen and the rough throatfucking she was forcing upon herself. The camera took it in perfectly, every single pixel taking in her blissful face, mascara running down her cheeks, saliva running down her lips, dropping down from her chin.

With one last bob of her head he erupted. Thick ropes of nigger jizz were shooting down her throat into her aching belly. A month’s worth of smelly semen was gushing out of his cock, the jelly like seed clogging up her throat forcing her to swallow or drown in his nut. She had no choice but to choke herself on rope after rope of his nut, each shot heavier and more virile than the last flowing down her oesophagus. She did her best to swallow all of it, but even she was unable to take it all in, her cheeks bulging out as his never ending loads of semen pushed past the cock lodged deep in her throat. You could be proud of your girlfriend. Despite gallons of cum now gushing in her mouth, she didn’t let a

single drop spill during this time, opting instead to swallow as much of his gift as she possibly could. Again and again his cock pulsated until finally he was done, his balls spent and her belly knocked up with gallons of his semen. Slowly she pulled her head back, making sure the tight seal of her lips gripping to his cock wasn’t broken, making sure not a single sperm would leave her mouth while his cock was still inside of her. Gently she pulled back again, lips pursed as she pulled the massive, semen stained, slimy cock out of her mouth. Quickly she planted one last kiss on his tips, her cheeks still bulging from the mass of semen he had deposited. Clearly he was satisfied, pulling out of the gloryhole had had previously occupied, his cock still messy with his semen and her spit, looking as though he had just finished nutting deep inside the womb of another snowbunny who had thrown herself at him, begged him to please please please breed her black. It wouldn’t have been the first time for him. With his cock out of the picture her attention shifted back to you. Well not you, the camera was the real focus of her attention. Gently she opened her mouth, parting her lips to let his potent semen dribble down her lower lip, the sheer mass of jizz still in her mouth slowly flowing down her chin, staining the expensive top you bought her some time before with his gooey seed. Her face was an absolute mess, covered in spit and semen, the little amount of makeup she wore smeared all over her face from the harsh deepthroating session she had just forced upon herself.

She serviced several more men that day, each less impressive than the monster cock that had snapped her choker. Each still more than double your size. Her belly was filled to the brim with the superior seed she had received earlier, feeling is slushing around inside of her, making her feel as though she was about to burst. She had opted to not swallow any more semen that day, getting facial after facial instead, until she was glazed from top to bottom with the thick semen of several well hung strangers. It didn’t feel as though a lot of time had passed, but eventually Mia came back in to signal the end of this special shift.

“Looks like someone had fun. You’re absolutely covered in cum you know that? It actually looks good on you. Reminds me of the good old times. Hey boyfriend, did you get some good footage? Let me take a look at that... Wow I must say, you have an eye for this, these are actually really good. No shacky nonsense, just all the action perfectly encapsulated and preserved on film. Man look at that choker pop off, that’s just beautiful. You should try working for BLACKED. Well BLACKED RAW would fit your style more I think. Now I have to say I never expected anyone to actually break your choker, but this is a special circumstance. You see usually when someone manages to break one of our girls chokers they win an All-You-Can-Breed 24h black breeding session with the girl they broke in. It’s a no holds barred, everything’s allowed, no condom, no pill, lube and sextoys supplied by the store kind of fuckfest. White privilege and white identity erased by the big black bull cock pumping his semen into her fertile whitegirl womb... But that’d be a bit unfair considering you’re just here to help me out today and I wouldn’t want to force anything on you. Plus that guy that broke you in today? Yeah he actually works for the store in the ladies section. Women actually come here to gag themselves on his fat cock. He shouldn’t even be allowed to fuck here, but he probably thought he could just take advantage of my poor newbie friend and her defenseless loser husband. His thoughts, not mine obviously. So don’t worry, I wont force you to do anything you don’t want to do. I wouldn’t want mister boyfriend here to watch you get plowed for a whole day after all. What kind of boyfriend would even allow their woman to get bred by some random guy, am I right?”

Of course you expected your girlfriend to say no. Sure the idea of her having sex with black men had

been on both of your minds and you had talked about it before. It’s the whole reason you went to this store in the first place. But she wouldn’t just go ahead and do it without getting your okay first. She was clearly conflicted. Her bare pussy was still drenched, her own wetness having mixed with the seed that had dripped down her body, the combination of her juices and the strangers cum creating a thick lube she had used to rub her aching clit. She needed to get dicked down. Hard. But she persisted. Of course she wouldn’t do such a thing to the boyfriend she loved so dearly. Instead she would go back home to her favourite black dildo, using it to ravage herself, to knock on her cervix with the massive piece of silicone as the two of you watch the video of her gagging on black cocks together. She put her panties and shorts back on. Turning to you again, she planted a big kiss on your mouth, her tongue pushing past your lips and meeting yours. Her semen stained kiss tasted salty. It tasted sweeter than anything else.

#bbc #story #interracial

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I’ve spent the course of COVID lockdown cycling through hyperfixations while also trying to engage in some much needed therapy (lolsob), and I’ve been essentially encouraging myself to try and do more things I can enjoy without feeling shame. Anyway, that’s a short way of saying I decided to blog about all the music videos of Depeche Mode for reasons of science.

The science is that my basic premise is that most of the videos are pretty bad in ways that I find to be pretty strange. Full disclosure is that I spent my teen years being a huge Cure fan and there’s an overlap there? Of songs with very niche high-concept ideas that don’t necessarily map onto a model of popular music but found mainstream success in the rise of new wave music in the wake of the collapse of first wave punk and amplified by the creation of music videos and music video TV. And I owned all the Cure music videos and played them on my iPod Nano because I was a very strange child. But to get back to my central thesis, many of The Cure’s videos are very stylised and fun and memorable in ways that are good. And yet, despite existing in the same sphere and having an overlap of fans, the music videos for Depeche Mode mostly stay bad until the end of the eighties, a fact I will prove by watching them all.

Can you tell that I am bored because i have lost my job and my mental health is making me fixate on strange shit currently because that is absolutely the case right now

Speak & Spell

Dreaming of Me (Feb 1981)

The single art is really lovely - the red/yellow contrast is very striking against the white, and I really love the design. Hey remember when people used to go out and buy singles and you would appreciate them and the work that went into them? I don’t think I’ve bought a physical single since I was about sixteen. I used to buy them from the Woolworths music department because it was cheap and all my friends worked there, so they had a pretty lenient attitude about what exactly constituted paying for things. Woolworths policy of only hiring teenagers is probably what destroyed their business.

Anyway, Dreaming of Me did not chart super well, getting to number 57 and having no official music video - or actually getting onto the album. It wasn’t included on Speak & Spell in the UK until the 2006 re-release. So, there was no music video for me to look at…

Apart from this video I found from local TV in 1981 to promote the song. It’s a maybe-music video. Because music videos had only been around for about six years and MTV didn’t exist until later in the same year, my guess is that Mute Records were pretty cautious about putting money into a medium that might cost more than they would get in publicity. That’s only a guess. I don’t have a crystal ball for forty years ago.

Anyway, here are some children recording music.

If i was 19 and someone offered me a recording contract I would have taken it without thinking (like i took on all those student loans without thinking through any consequences wompwomp) but now I am nearly thirty I watch this and think, ‘These children shouldn’t be outside unaccompanied’. The passage of time has made a fool of me.

They go bowling and play Space Invaders which, hey, still sounds like a great night out to me, but I’m guessing that because this is very clearly aimed at teenagers the TV producers didn’t want to encourage teen drinking by showing them performing a gig at a club night.

I call it high fashion. The all-grey really sells it.

This reminds me so much of a advice column in teen magazines - when they’d have problems set out in a little faux-comic strip of still photos? ‘My best friend stole and read my diary’ ‘My crush found out about how I feel and now he’s going out with my best friend’, that sort of thing. That is also a classic carpet pattern. I think my grandma’s living room had that carpet.

The video is very naive! It’s the sort of thing we would all see now on Youtube from bands just starting out and it is wild to me that this went out on TV. It’s very un-glossy and normal, the stuff that bands put out on YouTube now because of DIYness.

New Life (June 1981)

This is also a really great piece of single art. It’s very bold and striking - it would definitely be the standout record in a sea of other 7’’ released the same week. It also doesn’t particularly match the tone of the single but eh, it looks pretty cool. New Life did much better than Dreaming of Me and got up to number 11 in the UK singles chart. Still no official music video, but the charting meant that the band got onto Top of The Pops! ToTP was cancelled when I was a wee baby teen, because the BBC decided to stop caring about yoof viewership and promoting music was circling the drain everywhere as streaming hit, but it was the place to promote music so was definitely a sign that You Had Made It.

So, last video was silly and made by children, but now they’re wearing see-through mesh shirts, leather trousers, and leather hats with a design that I am a little bit dubious about. I grew up on the oi/punk scene and let me tell you about how many first wave punks wear iconography of bad regimes for faux edginess reasons because I met a LOT of them in my time.

Oh boy do i have thoughts about that hat. It also looks like a Leather Daddy hat which, well, let’s leave that thought to one side. Most ToTP performances were lipsynced. Playing things live would sound weird in the studio, be picked up strangely by the audio equipment and the cameras, so 99% of performances were mimed to the single. Now, some acts would deliberately play up to the pretence and refuse to act like they were doing anything that corresponded to the song - The Jam, The Communards, and The Cure are literally the first examples that come to mind who would just… not do anything close to pretending it was real.

This is not that. It is very earnest and awkward and serious, which sort of makes it very sweet.

Just Can’t Get Enough (September 1981)

Right, that is shibari, isn’t it? I’m not blind, am I? It’s a very striking image that 99.9% of people would not recognise other than being a striking black and white image.

I don’t think I can overstate how… innocent, in a way, this point of time was? As in the general level of knowledge about non-conventional stuff in the wider public at large. As in my mother, an almost teen at this point, saw George Michael walking with his boyfriend in central London and had no idea he was gay until he came out. It’s actually the widest cultural gulf I can think of between her teen years and my teen years because I was very aware of queer people from a young age.

Anyway, moving on, I feel like it bears repeating that this song fucking slaps. It’s the last single to be written by Vince Clarke and the last single until 2006 to be written by someone other than Martin Gore. This is one of those songs that just works on every level. Can you imagine coming up with this for the first album of your band? That blows my mind. It’s so overpoweringly good that it was probably for the best that it was saved for last - coming out the gate with a guaranteed fucking banger was been the nail in the coffin for a lot of other eighties synth/electronica bands. They scored a huge hit and then nothing after that managed to be as good or meet the hype. Depeche Mode had built up a far bit of radio play and interest before dropping this which turned out to be very good in the long run!

This got to number 8 on the UK charts and the first to get a music video! It is the only one with Vince Clarke. Full disclosure in that I had this song on my iPod through downloading the video to my computer (that’s how we got songs without using stuff that would give us viruses because i got a ton using bearshare for rare cure demos) and I remember watching the video, all of sixteen years old, and thinking, ‘Man, all these people look so grown up, compared to me, I can’t wait to be an adult!’.

Twelve years have changed my view, somewhat.

Look at this little baby man. Were you in one of my A Level classes - as in, ones that I have taught, not ones that I have been in.

Vince Clarke, however, has had a significant glow up in the six months and now looks like he is the bouncer in a leather bar. This is the One Adult in the room.

Ahh, I see it’s Open Mic Night at the local leather bar. You know what I was saying about how teens in the eighties tended to be significantly more naive about what we might call certain signifiers? Because what this outfit says to me, a queer woman in 2020, is susbstanitally different than to my mum and her friends watching this when it first came out. She would read this as ‘This is totally rebellious and cool!’ while I go ‘Someone just joined the university kink club and spent all their bursary’.

I don’t remember the member of Blazin’ Squad that wore a slave harness. (Now, there’s a reference that shows my age. A Blazin’ Squad reference in the year of Our Lord 2020. Hoooo boy.)

I read somewhere (that I can’t find now because, of course I can’t) that these are the band’s girlfriends and I always remembered that because it made me think, lol, same. One of my closest friends is the Head of London, so she’s in every band in London and if she’s not in yours yet give her time, and my partner was in a locally successful metal/hardcore band for about a decade and being connected with any sort of band means you will be helping out hugely behind the scene constantly. I have held lights, moved speakers, picked up instruments, been in music videos, and have bought tearaway trousers and glowsticks for gigs. You get called in to help all the time which is a lot of fun, so that fact always just stuck with me. It also makes sense financially because then you don’t have to hire any professional backing dancers, you can rely on people who will happily do it for free (while looking pretty rad while doing it!).

Anyway, the band look like those generic raiders that you run into when randomly walking across the map in a Fallout game.

I love awkward choreography in music videos. It feeds me.

Filming a night out provides A) Great footage and B) Can be done for limited overheads, leaving more money to be put into promotion.

I always like seeing this sort of footage in music videos. I tend to see a lot of it, given the DIY punk scene, and it always charms me. I am easy to please. And all those women have the most amazing eye makeup that makes me super jealous because it all looks so good.

That hat is on point. This looks like a still image for some sort of cyberpunk big band style swing revival that, sadly, lives only in my dreams.

It took me so goddamn long to screenshot this shot probably because i was also blasting dream nails whoops

Anyway those are my reactions to Speak & Spell’s one solitary music video with some other things thrown in and this took me way too long. I make myself laugh though, that’s the main thing. I will do A Broken Frame… at some point. I think I have a bunch of vinyl for A Broken Frame? My mum actually bought all the singles for that album and I stole most of her collection years ago. I will have to search and see what I can find.

#depeche mode #speak & spell #i make myself laugh #and that's the main thing

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Counting Down My Top Ten Tv Shows Of The Decade

My last Tv decade list is finally here y’all. Is it weird that I’m very emotional posting this!? Before I start I have 3 movie decade lists coming up and the first list will be posted on December 6th so stay tuned! If you want to know exactly when they’ll be posted I have an instagram you can follow there >>> @sammysreelreviews. Ok back to business. I thought that listing shows that were still airing in the 2010’s would be insanely hard so I decided to only list shows that started in 2010 or later on I did this with my two previous lists also and will do this for the three upcoming movie decade lists. This list took me WEEKS so y’all better enjoy the fuck out of this. I know Pretty Little Liars was out in 2010 but it did not make the cut quality wise I hope y’all understand. Okay I’m done but I’d love y’all to comment your favorite shows of the last decade! Enjoy and as always, there will be ***SPOILERS!!!***

10. Atypical (2017 - ) Netflix

I’ve spoken about this like way too much but someone has to give it the respect it deserves! This show about a boy facing everyday problems while having autism is so wholesome and in a way motivating because Sam (Keir Gilchrist) never gives up. This show shows real family issues, someone battling with their sexuality, and real insight into the autism community which helps ends the stigma. This last season made me cry at the end because of Sam and Zahid’s (Nik Dodani) friendship and I’m so ready for the next season. Also Izzie (Fivel Stewart) fucking SUCKS I’m team Evan (Graham Rogers) all the way. Do what you want with that information.

9. Jane the Virgin (2014 - 2019) The CW

Gina Rodriguez may be dumb but Jane the Virgin is not. The premise of the show sounds batshit but it ended up being one of the most well written shows I’ve ever fucking seen. What’s starts as an artificial insemination ends in being one of the most heartfelt shows I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Ugh, the amount of tears that Jane the Virgin has caused me they should pay my therapy copay. While we’re here, Jane and Michael ( Brett Dier) deserved to be together and when they “killed” him off I literally stopped watching the show for a few months. I’ll miss Jane the Virgin a ton and I hope the CW puts out more content like this.

8. Big Little Lies (2017 - ) HBO

To say Big Little Lies was a pop culture phenomenon would be an understatement. In seven short episodes the ladies of Monterey made one of the biggest impacts HBO has ever seen. The cast is just amazing like Nicole Kidman is always incredible but extra incredible as Celeste and don’t even get me started about Meryl Streep’s performance in season 2. Wow. Big Little Lies is one of the best written and honestly one of the best acted shows ever. That scene in the season one finale where they realize Perry (Eric Northman Alexander Skarsgård) is the father of Jane’s (Shailene Woodley) child by only giving each other intuitive LOOKS!!! CHILLS. Should forever be taught in acting classes! I hope it’s over cause season 2 felt like a good place to end the stories but I wouldn’t mind seeing more Renata the fucking boss Klein (Laura Dern).

7. Peaky Blinders (2013 - ) BBC/Netflix

I’ve mentioned this too many times so I’ll keep this brief. Peaky Blinders is non stop drama and it’s actually addicting. I haven’t even watched the last season because I don’t want to wait for the next one. The Shelby family is one of the best on Tv and Peaky Blinders is one of the best gangster shows around. Also doesn’t hurt that Tom Hardy and Sam Claflin are on it.

6. On My Block (2018 - ) Netflix

Ugh I literally have put On My Block on at least 5 lists so can you please fucking watch this diverse funny dramatic show!?!?! It deals with the trials and tribulations of high school while also tackling gun violence and the repercussions of it. Also, Jamal (Brett Gray) and Abuela (Peggy Blow) are the best unlikely duo ever created.

5. Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (2015 - 2019) Netflix

The love I have for Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt is indescribable. It’s one of the funniest shows I’ve ever seen and I have rewatched it at least 5 times. Everyone who knows me says I’m exactly like Titus (Tituss Burgess) and they’re completely right. If you want more info on it I wrote about it here.

4. Narcos (2015 - 2017) Netflix

Narcos Narcos Narcos. If you read this blog you’d know it’s one of my favorite shows ever so I’m not even gonna bother to talk about it cause you can see me explain it here. Watch the fucking show.

3. Love/Hate (2010 - 2014) RTÉ One

I’m not going to lie I only started watching this show cause I had an insane Robert Sheehan phase because of Misfits. I mean the phase isn’t over but it’s just not as INSANE as it was back then. This show is like the Irish Sopranos but BETTER. YEAH I FUCKING SAID IT. Not only is Robert Sheehan on it but there’s romance, betrayal, and hella violence. Sadly we never got the final season like we were promised and it sucks because the season 5 finale ended with someone huge DYING. If you love top tier television Love/Hate is the show for you. You will NOT be disappointed. Also did I mention Robert Sheehan was in it?

2. Broad City (2014 - 2019) Comedy Central

It’s kind of bizarre that I’ve never put one of my favorite shows of all time on any list here. If you didn’t know I was a huge Broad City fan well, now you do! Ugh what can I say about the wild NYC shenanigans of these two kweens!? Abbi (Abbi Jacobson) and Ilana (Ilana Glazer) are my favorite best friends on television because they just get each other and they’re also weird as actual fuck. The thing about Broad City is that it’s relatable to my age group. It discusses LGBTQ matters, talks about how taking medicine for your mental illness isn’t a weakness, and they’re constantly showing how expensive the real world actually is. There are so many things about this show I could say like how Melanie was never physically seen, Illana’s mother (Susie Essman), the gift that is Val, and how Shania Twain actually made a fucking cameo after all those lies Abbi told. Broad City will be greatly missed but remember kids; Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, Rihanna!

1. Dark (2017 - ) Netflix

Ok I don’t know how many times I’ve mentioned this on my blog but for god fucking sake PLEASE WATCH THIS DAMN SHOW!!! It’s the best show Netflix has ever made and it’s a total mindfuck! It’s also the most cohesive show ever written. If you like your shows with excellent writing, acting, and small dashes of sci-fi this is the criminally underrated show for you! If you grow a brain and watch the first two seasons the third season will be out in 2020 but I’m going to predict that it’ll be out on June 27th, 2020. Netflix makes the best international shows and they’re the best they have to offer. Dark is a show where I’ve never guessed what was going to happen next and that’s why it’s my number one show of the decade.

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