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Hey everyone! Hope quarantine isn't driving everyone crazy.
So I've kind of resorted to coming to Reddit, mostly because I'm looking for a pretty specific kind of dynamic with someone I can also have a romantic connection with, and given it isn't exactly something I'd write on a TindeBumble/Hinge profile description, I figured I'd give it a shot on here. Since everyone is inside, maybe more people are online. :p
I'm hoping to see if there are any women out there who are looking to explore kinks and fetishes.
I've got a pretty wide array of kink-related interests and experiences that I'm hoping to share with someone else. I'm pretty open to most things, ranging from dom/sub/switch dynamics, bdsm, spanking, anal play, pegging, roleplays like petplay, DD/lg or MM/lb or ABDL, and others) and am pretty much into exploring any new kinks you might have and pushing boundaries to keep things interesting. I'd make a comparison to Christian Grey, but I feel like he might be a bit vanilla for my tastes.
About me: I'm a 29 year old young professional in Seattle, college educated and interested in the world and people. I'm in good shape (have been an athlete my whole life), and I'd say I'm conventionally attractive as well. I'm fairly confident and funloving, have a great sense of humor, love being active and outdoors, but also enjoy sitting inside and watching a movie or reading (which is especially nice during the rainy part of the year). I'm a coffee fan, and enjoy traveling and trying out new random things in the city. I've got a good life generally speaking, like to go out and be social with friends, etc. This kinky side of me is definitely something I keep generally pretty hidden and discrete from the rest of my life, so I'd think most people would be surprised if they knew.
I am hoping to find someone who matches up well with me. Ideally around my age (in your 20's), adventurous and curious. I do stay pretty active and ideally that person would also value that too. And of course, someone who is into kink and who would be interested in chatting and (if there is chemistry) possibly meeting up at some point when things calm down a bit. For me, sex is also about connections, so I'd love to know a bit about yourself too (whatever you feel comfortable sharing with some random guy over Reddit) and your interests, sexually or not. Whether you are experienced or just curious, I would love to hear from you. :)
I would be happy to discuss the specifics with anyone interested over DM. There is mutual interest, maybe we can figure out a virtual meetup or something to get to know each other better, and gauge chemistry. And if this sounds sort of like a dating profile post, its because it sort of is in a way. I'm very open to a pathway to this turning into a real relationship if sparks fly, so who knows?
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  1. Becoming a lesbian sissy slut
I was eighteen years old when I became a girl. Or rather: When I was turned into a submissive lesbian sissy slut by my High School teacher, Miss Johnstone. She was an imposing woman, in her late fifties, tall and with short cropped grey hair. She had piercing green eyes and a well-trained body that she kept in shape by regular long sessions at our local fitness center. She lived alone, at the outskirts of our small town, in a renovated farmhouse and taught Math, Physics and PE at my High School.
I loved her from the first time I set my eyes on her but had very little contact with her during the first years. However, in my Junior year she began to teach our class and my infatuation with her increased. She was, of course, very much aware of my juvenile interest and being a very accomplished seductress with a strong liking for making young men into submissive sexual toys for her deviant pleasures, she decided to seduce me. I was a quiet, introvert youngster with a small and delicate physique, rather long hair and feminine facial features. I thus fitted perfectly into her sexual desires. You see, the formidable Miss Johnstone loved making frail High School boys into sissy girl slaves who would fulfill her depraved wishes and forever only be satisfied by serving older women as lesbian sissy sluts.
She wasted no time, and managed, just a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday, to arrange extra tuition for me, telling my mother that I had great potential but that I needed to be taken specially care off. My trusting mother readily agreed, and I found myself, one chilly winter afternoon, walking to Miss Johnstone's house for a Saturday afternoon of extra tuition. Not knowing what the formidable woman had in store for me, I was eager to spend time with the object of my secret desire.
Miss Johnstone greeted me with a warm expectant smile, took my overcoat and put her right arm over my shoulder. I shivered at the touch as she gently guided me into her scrumptious living room. She was dressed in a long black skirt, leather high-heeled boots and an off-white close-fitting silk shirt that showed her well-developed firm bosom. Her womanly smell was overpowering, and her appearance left me speechless with adoration. She had made tea and while we sat side by side in her sofa she asked innocent questions about my family whilst once in a while stroking my hair, caressing my neck and slowly awakening my desire and making me more pliable and open to her sexual advances.
Thus, as my body became progressively more aroused, the mature woman teacher increased the intensity of her seduction. She suddenly kissed me, right on my inexperienced mouth, and her exploring tongue took possession of my lips and oral cavity as her clever hands explored my shuddering body, teasing my nipples and murmuring seditious words into my impressionable young mind.
"Mmm, you're a nice little youngster aren't you, Richard? And you like being kissed by a mature woman such as me... oh, yes you do... Kiss me back you little sissy slut... that's it... let me taste that little tongue... clever little tongue... I'll teach it to give so much pleasure... mmmm... let teacher tease those little nipples... lovely... yes.. relax you sweet sexy boy.. let me give you pleasure..."
Overcome with the whole situation and her seductive advances, I relaxed into her caresses and her intimate kisses and willingly let my young body be fondled and aroused by her competent ministrations. My small prick started to stiffen, and I felt strange desires pulse through my innocent body. Nobody had ever kissed me in such an intimate way nor spoken to me with such a voice and sexual suggestions. I melted into her lewd embrace and let her have her way with my body and mind. She then took me to the next step: Implanting the desire for feminization in me.
"Oh, little Richard... you really want to be a girl don't you? Oh yes... Mistress Johnstone knows, understands your innermost desires... You'd like to be dressed in tight girly panties, frilly and pink and showing off your tight sissy bum... You would love to have pink ribbons in your hair, sweet pigtails... and to have lipstick and nail polish and a nice slutty makeup on that darling feminine face of yours... Oh, yes... You would be such a lovely girl, Richard... no... you need a girly name, Rita... yes... little Rita... my darling sweet lesbo girl... my little slut..."
She intensified her kisses and caresses and kept whispering how lovely I would look as a girl and how much she would like to make sweet love to me as Rita, a lesbian slutty High School girl. I was defenseless and docile let her take me to her bedroom, where a lovely schoolgirl outfit had already, conveniently, been laid out on the large double bed. She sat on the bed and I stood in front her as she rapidly undressed me, and once in a while kissed my naked flesh or willing mouth.
I submissively let her do this to me, inflamed by her touches and gratified that she, the object of my secret fantasies, paid me such attention that she was willing to feminize me and fulfill my most secret dream. That was how I had already come to see it, due to her seditious talk: I believed this was what I most deeply desired, to become transformed, feminized, to become Rita. Whilst all the time she was, of course, fitting me to her own devious sexual desires: Her burning lust for young innocent submissive sissy sluts. In my hazed state I did not find it odd to stand before Mistress Johnstone stark naked, with my small prick stiff and tingling. Nor did I find it strange that she fondled it lovingly gently teasing forth an increased stiffness and some viscous precum.
"Oh... the sweet sissy is all excited! Her little sissy clit is stiff and wet... Mmmm .. such a juicy little tidbit!"
And then she kissed it and I almost fainted with pleasure as her warm mouth engulfed my erect , fleshy staff. She kissed and licked the very tip of my sissy clit for a short time, relishing the taste and then kissed me hard and demanding on the mouth, sharing the musky flavor of my excitement. At the same time, she caressed and lightly slapped my bared buttocks and her finger explored the crease between my buttocks, teasing my anus lightly.
"Good girlie, Rita... you make such a lovely sissy ... Now let us get you dressed up properly, so you can feel all feminine and nice and sexy... come here, sweetling... see these nice pink panties? They'll fit you perfectly, outlining your little sissy clit... "
She gently pulled the flimsy, lacy panties up my legs and patted them is place. They were small and very tight, hugging my hips and nicely outlining my slightly fleshy bottom. My small plums and stiffie were confined in a silky prison and Miss Johnstone's fingers teased and tapped what she consequently called my sissy clit, so a small wet spot appeared at the very tip.
"Oh, Rita! You're such a naughty girl! You little sissy clit is leaking into the nice panties! You'll have to spanked for that! Come here!"
Suddenly I found myself over her lap and as she held my hands behind my back she rained hard slaps down on my undefended nether orbs. Spank after spank made me wriggle and struggle but Mistress Johnstone was strong and relentless. I pleaded for her to stop but she insisted that "Naughty sissy girls must be spanked hard if their stiff sissy clits leak into their nice new panties". She only stopped when my bottom, in its silken prison, was red and throbbing and I was crying softly.
"There, there little darling. You took you spanking very well. Now thank me for delivering your deserved punishment by kneeling and kissing my hand and thanking me verbally."
Submissively, I knelt in front of my domineering teacher and kissed the hand that had spanked my warm bottom so thoroughly, and delivered the required thanks: "Thank you, Miss, for spanking my bottom".
"You are welcome - and the correct reply is: Thank you Mistress for spanking my naughty sissy bottom."
"Thank you Mistress for spanking my naughty sissy bottom"
"You are welcome, sweetie. Now come here and let me comfort you a bit before we finish your dressing and feminization"
I sat on her lap, docilely, while her hands caressed my hair and she kissed my gently on my tearful face.
"There, there, darling. You know that naughty girls must be punished and have their little sissy bottoms spanked. In a minute it will be over, and you will just feel a nice warmth in your darling buttocks. There now, let Mistress make you feel better."
I leant into her warm bosom as she stroked me, and the heady smell of her perfume and body made my senses reel even more. She was so strong, and commanding and I wanted to please her, to love her, to feel her touches and hear her voice whisper in my ear what a lovely little sissy girlie I was. I wanted her to transform me, to make me into her sweet feminized sissy girl. My clittie throbbed with desire at the thought and I eagerly kissed her back when she started to kiss my delicate face and sweet lips.
"Oh... you're getting all excited again, you sweet darling! We'd better get started!"
She first took an adjustable, elastic harness and fitted it on my chest. It was like a bra but not with cups: instead it had two circles which went over my sissy tits and she tightened it, so my bosom was pushed up and forward. Then she took the matching pink top from the bed and put in on me. It was also a tight fit and my now throbbing, stiff nipples strained against the satiny fabric.
"You look absolutely lovely, my dear! Your reddened bottom is a wonderful contrast to the sweet pink of the panties, and I adore a good pair of tits and nips on a slutty sexy sissy!"
She stood behind me and teased my hardening nipples with her fingers, pinching and pulling through the tight top.
"Mmm.. lovely... with the right treatments you'll grow a great pair of tits for me and my friends to play with.. and you do love to have your stiff sissy nips played with and teased, don't you girlie?"
"Mm.. yes... " I managed. "I like it when you... play with my... nips... Mistress!"
And I did. She was providing a heady cocktail of pain and pleasure to my throbbing erectile nubs, and the constraining bra-like device was causing a delightful warm red glow to spread over my violated chest. I felt like putty in Miss Johnstone's hands, feminine, sissy putty, loving her hands, her subtle teasings, her competent seduction. Her female dominant power.
"That's good, little sweetie. I'll pay a lot of attention to your sissy nipples and tits!"
The next item was a short pleated schoolgirl skirt in dark red and a white satin blouse. A red tie and matching blazer finalized the schoolgirl look that Mistress Johnstone desired. The white socks and black shiny Maryjanes with a high heel.
"Wonderful, my sweet sexy Rita! You are a delightful vision of a beautiful sissy. Now let us get you made up, so you'll be the adorable lesbian slut you desire to be!"
I wasn't quite sure what she meant with a lesbian slut. I knew, of course, that lesbians were women who loved women, but I had only very vague ideas how they did it, nor did I know any lesbians. But I was falling very deeply in love with my dominant and formidable teacher, and if that implied being a lesbian and a slut, I was ready for it!
I no time she had me made up with glossy red nails, red lips, rosy cheeks and pigtails: A true vision of sexy schoolgirl femininity. I loved it! I loved the vision of myself as an innocent schoolgirl and I loved the tall, domineering form of my Mistress and teacher as a stark contrast. The feel of satiny cloth on my bare skin, my erect nipples. The blood reddening my bosom and my nether cheeks. The strong, mature woman transforming me into her love slave. I was sensitized beyond belief, tingling with unknown arousal. My sissy clit throbbed, and heavy viscous sissy cream seeped into my tight pink panties. I was a naughty sissy slut, a lesbian sissy slut desiring to please my majestic Mistress.
"Now, sweetie, you are an absolutely adorable vision! A perfect lesbian sissy schoolgirl slut! Ready to serve and please her Mistress! So now your training must begin! First of all - let me see you simply standing."
She had me practice standing in my high heels in front of a full-length mirror. I had to stand for a while then turn slightly to each side. She checked and corrected my posture and profile, and during this caressed my sissy body and lightly kissed my feminized face. I blushed, seeing myself as a schoolgirl vision in the mirror, but the act of merely standing in my new high heels removed some of my apprehension, and let me get accustomed to the height of the heels. Mistress Johnstone ordered me to take a few steps on a non- carpeted part of the floor. I was told to keep my legs straight and as close together as possible. With each step, I was to point my feet as straight in front as I could. Even though I started out with slow, small steps at first, I found it incredibly difficult to keep my balance. By being extra conscientious of each step my confidence and experience increased.
"It will become much more natural to you with practice, and I'll keep you in line and working diligently on your walking with this."
My Mistress showed me a wicked looking leather riding crop and I felt a searing pain as she suddenly let it swish over my so recently spanked bottom.
"This will make you work hard! Now continue walking back and forth across the room, turning different directions, and stopping without wobbling."
She kept me at it for almost an hour, by the end of which I was much more comfortable with my high heels, but also has very sore feet.
"Practice, practice, practice!" she admonished me. "Wearing high heels is a totally different walking experience and it will require patience and practice. The reward, my sissy darling, is how wonderfully feminine it makes you feel, and how it really makes your sissy legs and bottom appear so sexy. And note my dear: Posture is everything! Remember to keep your head up high and your shoulders back. This makes your bosom all the more desirable."
And she tweaked my nipples again, playing with my sensitive sissy tits.
"There's actually a reason that high heels makes a sissy girl attractive! The visually lengthen the leg and force the calf muscle to pop out. The higher the heel, the more your bottom and tits are pushed out, giving you a stunning silhouette! I'll gradually increase the height of your heels, but for now: Practice!"
I spent an additional excruciating half hour walking in front of Mistress Johnstone as she corrected my posture and steps by diligent use of the riding crop on my tortured posterior or on my upper thighs. I was crying silently by the end of it, and my feet were hurting terribly, but I was starting to get the hang of moving comfortably as a sissy girl in my schoolgirl clothes and high heels.
This ended my first tuition with Miss Johnstone, as she transformed me back into a young eighteen-year-old male again. No less a sissy, though, no less submissive, and far more stricken with my formidable teacher than before.
She sent me home with the Maryjanes and a few pairs of lovely sissy panties with strict orders to practice my high heels and wear sissy underwear at all times. In addition, she took me totally by surprise and removed her own, black silk panties, where a wet spot of her female secretions was very visible. She ordered me to sniff them thoroughly every night before I slept ensuring that I dreamt only of her!
She also instructed me to recite a prayer, whilst I sniffed her most intimate scent: "Please Mistress, you are most wonderful and desirable. Let me be your lesbian sissy slut. Allow me to know your most intimate scent and allow me to please you in all manners you deem me worthy off. Do not lead me into the temptation of self-pleasure, my sissy body belongs only to you, my most formidable and beautiful Mistress".
I was not allowed to touch my sissy clit or nipples in any pleasurable manner. "You are MY sissy girl, Rita. And you must not pleasure yourself! That is my special duty and privilege. Do you understand?"
I nodded, secretly exhilarated at the thought of being owned in such a manner by Miss Johnstone.
  1. How I lost my virginity
I came back for my next lesson a few days afterwards, having being in a constant state of infatuated arousal the whole time. My small sissy clit was stiff and leaking all the time, especially when at school when I was in the presence of Miss Johnstone, leaking into my pink and frilly sissy panties. I faithfully practiced my walking in high heels and I diligently sniffed in my Mistress heady scent every night and said my prayers.
This ritual invariably made my sissy clit very, very stiff and leaking and it took my utmost not to touch it and get some release.
I had masturbating at least five times a week prior to being feminized by Miss Johnstone, but her authority and power over me made me willingly abstain from touching myself and thus I remained a perfect sissy virgin for her. I could not, however, resist sleeping with her wonderful silken panties close to my face every night and I had licked and sucked on the gusset to loose myself in dreams of statuesque mature women forcing me to behave like a lesbian slut and kiss and lick them in unmentionable places.
Miss Johnstone was dressed as she was on the previous occasion, only her blouse was lilac. She wasted no time in dressing me up as Rita and asked me whether I had practiced with the Maryjanes and worn my sissy panties. I answered truthfully that I had practiced every night and that I had worn the panties except for one occasion where I had gone to the local swimming pool.
"Oh - did I not tell you to wear the lovely sissy panties at all times, slut?"
I hung my head. "Yes, Mistress.. you did.. but..."
"There are no buts her, my girl! You will be severely spanked on your naughty bottom for violating my orders. Now, did you say your prayers? "
"Yes, ma'am, every night. And I slept with your .. underwear.. close to my face as well."
"Oh! On your face? Did I order you to do that?"
I blushed. "No, Mistress... it just... it felt good... it made me feel closer to you..."
She laughed. "Ah, well - I'll make allowances for a sweet lesbo sissy girl in love. For you are in love with me, are you not?"
I dared not look at her and did not trust myself to answer. So, I just nodded and looked at the floor. I was madly in love with her and would gladly do anything she desired of me.
"Look at me slut! Always look at me when I speak to you unless I told you otherwise!"
I raised my eyes to hers and lost myself in the vivid green.
"Yes, my sweet sissy lesbo Rita, you are in love with me!"
A tear flowed from my right eye.
She kissed me then, cradling my feminized sissy body, and forcefully kissing my full red lips, devouring my tongue, owning my oral cavity. She sucked on my tongue, kissed my nose, licked every part of my submissively open mouth and I melted in her strong arms. My sissy clit was stiff and throbbing in its satiny pantie prison and my sissy tits glowed in sweet expectation and my nipples were almost painfully erect. I moaned with arousal and desire, only to be roughly cast over my Mistress lap. She pummeled and roughly massaged my buttocks, then drew my panties tight in the crease between them and commenced a severe and relentless spanking whilst all the time telling me what a naughty sissy slut I was not to strictly obey her given commands.
As her hand rained hard blows on my vulnerable orbs I found myself increasingly aroused! The actual situation of being at Miss Johnstone's mercy and lying across her lap in itself excited me. The exquisite smell of her, her subtle caresses between spanks, the way she imprisoned my sissy clit and how it kept rubbing against the pink panties as she spanked me. All that added to my abject arousal. I was a sissy love slave, a young man turned into a lesbian sissy and craving strict discipline. And I offered up my warm and rosy glowing rump for more of my Mistress hard spanks, and as tears dripped form my eyes, I begged her for more punishment, more pain. In the end I was crying convulsively with a sissy clit as hard and brittle as glass and my bottom was almost purple and felt like a living bonfire.
"Oh, my darling sweet Rita! You do take a spanking so well! Now kneel and kiss my hand and thank me nicely for your punishment."
I did as she ordered, although my sore bottom and stiff clit made kneeling a challenge. She extended her hand and I kissed it lovingly.
"Thank you, Mistress Johnstone, for spanking my bottom and giving me.. my... well deserved punishment.."
"You are most welcome, Rita. Now sit back and I'll take you to the next step of your tuition: How to please your Mistress".
I sat back on my sore bottom, still kneeling on the floor.
"Hands behind your back! Yes. Just so: Shoulders back and chest forward. Good. This is how you should always stay when attending to your Mistress. Eyes downcast, unless I address you, in which case you should look at me and pay attention. Do you understand?"
I lifted my eyes to hers, and answered, that, yes, I did understand.
"Perfect! You may now kiss my boot!"
She extended her leg and held her right foot extended just in front of my face. I complied and kissed the very tip of the black shiny leather, thrilled at being allowed to do such a demeaning task for my beloved Mistress. Then I kissed her other boot and was then allowed to come a bit forward and slowly kiss my way up the leather shaft of her right boot, reveling in the taste and smell of leather and the proximity to my formidable teacher.
"Well done Rita! It excites you, does it not, to serve your Mistress in this way?"
I looked into her green, piercing eyes and nodded.
"Answer me, slut!"
"Yes, Ma'am. It excites me to serve you and lick you boots!"
"Of course, it does! You are a true lesbian submissive sissy. Now you may carefully remove my boots and kiss each of my toes through the stockings. Good! Now slowly lick your way up my stockings."
I was in heaven, sissy heaven! Miss Johnstone had pulled up her dress to above her knees and spread her legs, so I had an unrestricted view of her pantied crotch. She pushed herself forward slightly giving me access to plant sloppy kisses on her instep and up her calf. I paid diligent attention to her knees and was allowed a single kiss on the bare flesh above her garters. I almost fainted as my lips met her warm skin and I could smell her female arousal, musky and darkly spicy.
"Well done, Rita! You are showing promise. I'm sure I can train you into a perfect little sissy maid, eager to serve all my needs. Now you may remove my stockings."
I eagerly complied and did my best to be very careful as I clipped open the fasteners and rolled down the exquisite silk stockings over her perfect legs. She then had me unzip her skirt and stepped out of it. And I gasped with undefined longing as I saw her take off her blouse and she was revealed in all her mature feminine glory, only clad in a matching set of black lacy panties and bra. She turned her back on me and knelt in front of we, supporting herself on the chair, leaving me to take in the beauty of her magnificent arse, before ordering me to plant a single kiss on each of her silk-encased buttocks. Reverently I did so, relishing the feel of the resilient flesh beneath my chaste lips.
"Now, sissy Rita, you may remove my panties, but you should still keep your hands behind your back, and thus only use your mouth to gently pull down my panties over my rump."
What a task! I shuddered in trembling anticipation and shuffled forward a bit, closer to my precious target.
"You may begin", my Mistress then said, her voice husky.
With barely repressed adoration I took the lacy border of her silken briefs between my teeth and pulled downwards slowly, my excitement increasing as I bared her naked flesh, inch by inch. I followed the crease between her buttock downwards and received a whiff of the fragrance emanating from her hidden asshole. Then I tugged the panties further down and she aided in their removal. Then she grabbed her resilient asscheeks and bared the hidden treasure.
"Lick and adore my asshole, you naughty lesbian slut. Let you tongue play over my anus and relish the flavor of your Mistress ...!"
I buried my face between her glorious cheeks and my tongue eagerly explored her resilient anus, reveling in the inherent submission of kissing and pleasing the anus of a mature woman. She urged me on, and I tentatively stuck my tongue through the sphincter, feeling how it clenched over my soft exploring organ, and then I was slurping and slobbering and drowning in the flavor as she ground her ass against my feminized face, smearing my slutty makeup. I kept my tongue inserted into her soft bowels as moved against me and then she turned around suddenly and grabbed my pigtails and held me close to her hairy cunt as she hoarsely ordered me to explore her juicy wetness with my mouth and tongue.
"Oh.. you sweet lesbian cuntlapper... yes... right there along my slit and then right there - on my clit... yesssss... More... suck that clit, you naughty whore... Or Mistress will slap your sweet ass all red and sore... Yes... oh... Make mistress come, you lovely sissy... Lightly now ... just the tip of your tongue... then... ohhhhh yes... More... Lick... Suck,.. fuck... Immmmm commminngggg..."
She used her strong legs to hold me tight against her body, keeping my face immersed in her wet, juicy cunt, riding me with utter abandon and grinding her hot, pungent sex against my sissy visage as she pulled my pigtails to glue me to her snatch.
"Yes... You slutty girl... you nasty cuntlicking sissy slave... right there... on my stiff clit... yesss . oh yes..."
Again, and again she exploded, convulsing as a series of multiple orgasms overtook her. I avidly sucked her stiff clitoris between my lips, exploring the sensation of pleasing my formidable Mistress and the sensation of her juicy sex contracting in rhythmic spasms as she pressed it tight to my face. I was truly in love, had found my place in life: Between my Mistress' muscular thighs as I used my mouth to bring her to explosive release.
Finally, her orgasms subsided, and she relaxed her tight hold of me. I sat back on my knees, my face glistening with her viscous excretions. She sat up straight and I looked at her flushed face, into her green eyes.
"Now, sweet Rita. You may thank me for being allowed to please me and being permitted to lick you Mistress most intimate places. It's a great privilege you have been granted - to be allowed a taste of your Mistress' cunt and even her ass."
She extended her hand, and I eagerly bent over it and kissed it adoringly and I managed to stutter my thanks.
"Thank you... miss... Mistress... for allowing you sissy lesbian slave slut to ... to taste your magnificent.. cunt and arse, ... Ma'am.."
She looked at me, thoughtfully.
"Hmm - you've become quite good at wording your thanks and appreciation, Rita. I might make a good sissy slut out of you after all!"
I blushed at her praise.
"But first I think you will need a fresh make-up job and then I will pay some special attention to your nipples. We need to have those little darlings trained well!"
I was allowed to stand, and she gently kissed and licked my face clean while she gently caressed my hair and ears. I was then ordered to wash and clean myself and she applied an even more decadent, slutty make-up than when I last visited her. My bottom was throbbing, my sissy clit stiff and leaking its juices and my sissy nipples were hard and erect beneath my silken top. I was wearing the chest harness she had given me, and it made my sissy tits prominent and I had trained to keep my shoulders back, making them even more apparent. The nips were bullets of flesh, rubbing continuously against the soft silk, teasingly caressing the sensitive flesh.
My Mistress had me walk around a bit, with a strong focus on making my sissy nipples even more visible. Then she called me over, and as I stood trembling before her, she bared my chest, with the bra-like constriction device and simply looked at my erect nubbins.
Then a long, lingering kiss, a few flicks from her fingers teasing my nipples, then a few hard slaps with her bare hand that left me gasping. My tits glowed roseate, warm.
"Push those lovely sissy tits forward you naughty sexy lesbian! Yes.. you long for me to play me them don't you, sweetie?"
She pulled my nipples roughly forward between her strong fingers.
"Ouch... yes... Oh... I love... you, Mistress... Please .. play with... my tits!
Another deep kiss, still with my nipples entrapped, pulled.
"Mmm - yes... I will play with those darling sweet sissy tits of yours... And we'll need some ice for that!"
Ice?
"And my nipple clamps and chains...!"
Clamps and chains...? I shuddered, in fear, but more in anticipation. My tits were crying for attention.
Mistress Johnstone now fitted me with a pair of leather bracelets connected with a short chain and secured my hands behind my back. My chest was thus even more available for whatever sweet torture she had in mind. She had me continue practicing my girly walk as she thoughtfully watched me and dressed in a clean set of black silken panties, black silk stockings and a dark red corselet. A pair of very high heeled black leather boots finalized her outfit and she looked every inch the strong, dominant mistress that she was. She picked up her used panties, drenched with her female excretions and held them to my face, ordering me to lick and suck the flavor from the gusset. I eagerly complied, as by now I was welcoming every chance to taste the exquisite juices from my beloved Mistress. She left the panties carelessly draped over my head and I stood, tottering on my high heels, enveloped in her scent and trembling with unfulfilled submissive sissy desire.
My Mistress returned and bent to kiss me hard and aggressively through the silken panties clinging to my face while she roughly massaged and slapped my tender buttocks. My sissy clit was stiff and drooling its thick juices into my tight pink panties. I whimpered with longing and melted into her strong embrace as she held my body close to hers and continued her wanton exploration of my sissy ass. Then she turned me around and started to pinch, pull and gently slap my nipples and sissy bosom through the tight top. Satiny cloth slid over turgid, sensitive flesh.
"Mmm, you like this, Rita, don't you? You love it when Mommy plays with your sweet little sissy tits and saucy nipples.. Oh, yes, you do... That's it push your chest forward a bit, into my hands... yes, good girl... Those nipples stiffen so wonderful!"
I was powerless in her hands; lost in the exquisite sexual torture she was subjecting me to. I was her feminized playtoy, her submissive sissy slut, wanting her to possess me, to take me to new heights of depraved lesbian pleasure. I was a young feminized sissy being seduced by her beautiful dominating Mommy. I was Rita being felt up and caressed by her mature, lesbian teacher. I was a confused sissy in slutty clothes, desiring lewd lesbian caresses from older women.
"Now let me get that top out of the way. Yes, let Mama have those bare titties to caress. Oh, my sweet little darling sissy - you are such a naughty lesbo slut aren't you? Desiring my sweet touches, wanting me to pinch and pull those delectable nubs... just so... Now for a little heat..."
"Ouch! Oh... Mama... Mistress..."
Sharp pain surged through me as a leather crop slapped my vulnerable, bared chest. Again, and again. Then a short pause, a rubbing of my erect nipples, then hard slaps again. Tears flowed down my face, and I sobbed with the pain but bravely endured.
"So, my sweet, my little sissy darling... Mama will make those nice rosy tits and stiff nipples feel much better in just a moment... feel the warmth now, Rita, feel the blood pulsing and surging through your breasts... yes... Nice, isn't it? Mama knows... Mama will make her little lesbo feel so good!"
She softly caressed and manipulated my excitable nipples, letting her nails trail over the erect nubbins and making them throb even more with heat and longing. Then came the ice!
"Uhhhh... it's cold Mama!"
"Yes, sweetie, so good and cold... this will make my sissy slut's hot tits cool down and make her sweet nipples even more stiff...Mmm just so, enjoy it, my sweet darling... enjoy the cold on your sissy bosom..."
I almost broke down. It was unrelenting painful to have a handful of crushed ice applied on my hot, slapped chest, and the icy cold melted water trickled down my stomach. Miss Johnstone whispered in my ears her lewd and depraved suggestions, making my mind reel with dark and lecherous fantasies of being molested and violated as a lesbian sissy by my own mother. My teacher's pungent panties made my every breath reek with her intimate scent as her fingers danced their inciting rhythms on my responsive breasts.
Melted ice was dried off. Then more slaps from the leather crop made me cry out but Mistress Johnstone was unrelenting in her punishment of my bosom. Then she paused briefly, pulled gently on my nipples and then a small rubber ring was set in place on each stiff nipple, right at the base, contracting the flesh and making my erect nubs throb even more as the blood pulsed and flowed through my heated, slapped bust.
Fingers tapped gently on the entrapped nipple-flesh making them ache and swell. Then the ice came back with a vengeance, causing my imprisoned nubs to almost explode. I gasped, almost lost my balance, and sighed with relief when the ice was removed, and I was dried off again.
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“Ow shit.” I groaned as the stinging from the hydrogen peroxide stung my butt cheek.
“Oh hold still… it’s gonna hurt worse if you keep squirming.” Janine scolded, before jabbing the needle into the wound. I bit down on the belt between my teeth, as the pain worsened. Janine sighed as she worked and I did my best to keep still.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” She said, more to herself than me. I honestly couldn’t believe it either. After our little interrogation turned multiple homicide from earlier, I knew going to an actual hospital was out of the question, and luckily Janine was available. She wasn’t happy that I called her at midnight, but then again, would anyone be? She was the only person with medical experience that I knew, so I really had no other option.
Janine kept working, while Erica looked on in concern. Meanwhile Hal was hard at work with the blue-haired girl who still remained unconscious in her frozen knelt position.
“Remind me again what happened to cause this injury?” Janine asked.
“Uh… ninja star.” I replied. Janine just scoffed.
“It’s called a ‘shuriken’.” Hal corrected.
“Yeah… thrown by your new girlfriend might I add?” I replied. Janine turned to Hal who was messing with the blue-haired girl’s remote and a bundle of wires.
“Yeah which is another thing we need to talk about… again.” I had already tried to explain the situation to Janine over the phone, but by this point, we all know how impossible a conversation that is.
“Can you at least cover up her ass?” Janine asked; eluding to the blue-haired girl who was locked in the same position she had powered down in. She was bent over, with her pleaded green skirt flipped up, exposing her blue-striped underwear. Hal grabbed a blanket from the couch and tossed it over her butt, and Janine returned to her work.
“Jesus Christ Carl…” I felt her needle dig into my ass a little harder after that, as Janine’s frustration had clearly set in.
“Good doctor, will he survive his wounds?” Erica asked, concerned. Janine shot her a confused look.
“Uh yeah… it’s just his ass. He’ll be fine so long as he doesn’t call me at midnight anymore. Otherwise I’ll have to tear him a new one.” She pinched the wound and I squirmed but stifled my sass. Erica seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
“Oh, praised be to God.” Janine continued stitching, and after a few more minutes she had finally completed her work.
“Alright you’re good to go, it may be hard to sit down for a while though. And try not to get the stitches wet.” I rolled on my side and shot her a grimace.
“How am I supposed to shower?” Janine shrugged.
“That one you’ll have to figure out on your own.” She sauntered away into the other room and Erica clutched my hand softly.
“Erica…” She looked to me, eyes seeming to brim with sorrow.
“I’m just so glad you’re okay my lord. I don’t know what I would do without you.” She looked as though she were about to cry, despite her not possessing the ability to. Once again, her genuine demeanor struck hard. I can never tell how much of her is machine, and how much is still human. I wrapped both my hands around hers.
“We’re going to find him. I promise.” I had no way to guarantee it, but I had to say it. Erica smiled and leaned her head into my chest in a snug embrace. It felt so good to hold her close, and I was prepared to do anything to help her. Machine or not, she deserved to see justice, and Chuck still needed to pay.
Janine allowed us to stay the night, and for that I was incredibly grateful. If it weren’t for her hospitality, I don’t know what we would’ve done. I fell asleep with Erica at my side not long after, and awoke to the feeling of sunlight beaming in through the blinds. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee wafted through Janine’s apartment, and the sound of a television echoed quietly in the room.
Erica was no longer at my side, and I sprung up frantic, only to see her seated on the couch beside Janine. Janine jumped as I sprung up, before we both realized things were normal.
“Shit Carl… you always this jumpy in the morning?” Janine asked putting a hand to her chest.
“Sorry… I thought… never mind…” I hauled myself to my feet and winced as my wound stung. Janine took a sip of coffee.
“You guys made the news.” She said. My heart then quivered, and I looked to the TV to see an anchorwoman standing in front of a damaged house. After a moment I recognized the house as the same one we had been at the previous night.
The woman on the TV gave a rundown of the story. Police were swarming the area after receiving calls of a skirmish. They found the bodies of four deceased people; three of the henchmen with the other being the guy in the bathroom. They had two of the henchmen in custody, but reports of another who escaped.
Police were calling it a botched organ harvesting operation, and my jaw nearly struck the floor as the woman who we found tied-up the previous night gave her testimony. She then told her story how she thought they were all going to die; and surely would have were it not for three strangers who intervened. Janine just laughed.
“I thought you were just high as shit last night when you told me that story, but I guess you are as dumb as you look, but you’re not crazy.”
“Holy shit…” I then noticed Hal still dozing in front of the TV, with the blue-haired girl in her same position right beside him.
“Hal… Hal wake up.” I threw paper towel roll at him and it bounced off his scalp causing him to squirm.
“Mm… ah what? What time is it?” He asked groggily.
“Who cares? Just wake up.” Hal grunted and rolled onto his back, his lethargic gaze meeting the TV screen.
“What show is this?” He asked.
“It’s not a show.” I replied. Hal then seemed to understand, and immediately sprung upward, his eyes growing wide. The woman on the TV then concluded the story.
“Police are on the lookout for three persons of interest who the family claims are responsible for their liberation. If you know the whereabouts of these people then please contact your local authorities immediately.” The scene then switched to show police sketches that were undeniably of me, Erica and Hal.
“Damn… they actually did a pretty good job on those drawings. They look just like us.” Hal commented and I had to step away. Panic began constricting around my chest like the coils of a python.
“No no no no no no, this is bad. This is so bad.” I muttered.
“Yeah, looks like I’m harboring fugitives now; because that’s really what I wanted to do on my day off.” Janine grumbled, obviously sarcastic as she rose and approached her kitchen.
“I’m sorry Janine… I… it all happened so fast I just… I didn’t mean to get you involved we just didn’t have anywhere else…” Janine stopped me by putting a hand on my shoulder.
“If what you told me is true about what those bastards did to these girls, then you did the right thing.” I looked at her, confused why I wasn’t being scolded.
“I did?” Janine nodded.
“Yeah, you didn’t do it well… obviously, but at least you tried. That was very brave.” She patted my shoulder and then slapped my ass, causing a stinging pain to surge through my body. I winced and Janine seized me by the collar.
“But if you ever get me involved with something like this again then you’re gonna have to glue your ass back together.” She walked back over to the kitchen and Erica looked on in concern.
“The heretics are most depraved indeed.” She commented.
“You should just call the cops; you don’t deserve to get in trouble for this.” I called out to Janine. She cocked a brow at me.
“I ain’t no damn snitch. Soon as you leave, I’ll call em and tell em you went in the opposite direction. They’ll never know the difference.” She gave me a wink, and I nodded back.
“Thank you, Janine, I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.” She shrugged.
“Take those bastards down, that’s a good start.”
“Oh yeah dude I forgot to tell you.” Hal suddenly interjected and pulled something from his pocket. He slapped a couple of papers down on the table and I leaned in to get a better look. I didn’t understand what I was looking, but Hal quickly explained.
“I think Chuck dropped these when he was running away shitting his pants. Got coordinates, a meetup location, a warehouse and this…” He then flicked a piece of blue paper in my face. It looked like schematics of a female woman; all skeletonized and interlaced with countless notes and symbols.
“Is this… for her?” I pointed to the blue-haired girl still unconscious, face down on the floor. Hal nodded.
“Yeah, I think I managed to reset her programming. Meaning in theory… she shouldn’t try to kill us when we turn her back on.” Hal replied.
“In theory?” I asked.
“Yeah, in case you haven’t noticed I’ve just been kinda winging it until now. But hey… it’s worked out so far.” I shot him a scowl.
“Yeah, I mean hey we just murdered like three people last night but other than that we’re good right?” I asked. Hal just shrugged as if decapitating people wasn’t that big a deal to him.
“Four people actually.” Janine clarified, causing me to pantomime a sarcastic thankful gesture back to her.
“Well we’re still alive, and those guys were douchebags anyway.” I guess he had a point there. I looked back to the blue-haired girl.
“So how do we turn her back on?” Hal looked over to Janine.
“Got any jumper cables?”
I can’t imagine what must’ve been going through the neighbor’s head’s when they saw us outside. Here they were, just probably enjoying the nice sunny morning when they saw a blue-haired girl dressed as a schoolgirl with us clamping jumper cables onto her breasts like some deranged sexual deviants.
The elderly man and woman just stared at us as Hal fired up his Lincoln. I wanted to say something to assuage their clear worries, but I think I just made things worse.
“Coffee just doesn’t do it for us anymore, y’know?” The old man just looked at me disgusted, and the woman appeared clearly worried. They said nothing, but picked up their pace to get away from us as quickly as possible. Can’t say I blame them for that honestly.
“Well here goes probably the stupidest idea ever…” I said, grabbing the ends of the jumper cables. I touched the red onto her umm… right bosom and Hal stood ready with her remote.
“You sure this is the right area?” I asked, referring to the depraved act I was about to perform. Hal just nodded, and I sighed; bringing the black clamp onto her other breast.
The moment the metal made contact, she lurched awake. Her eyes sprang open and her body fluttered and contorted like some kind of funky dance routine. She then knocked the clamps away and jumped to her feet, seizing me by the throat. Erica unsheathed her blade, and prepared to strike as the girl’s hand constricted around my neck.
“No wait!” Hal screamed pressing a button as Erica hesitated. The girl’s eyes then flickered, and her anaconda grip lessened. She then gasped, her eyes darting around. A wide smile then grew on her face as she looked into my eyes.
“Senpai!” She yelled, suddenly jumping onto my torso and wrapping her arms and legs around me. The sudden weight caused me to falter on my feet and fall onto my back. Erica then pressed her blade across the blue-haired girl’s throat.
“Unhand him you vile wench!” She yelled, a look of what almost seemed like jealousy in her eye. The blue-haired girl let out a whimper of fear and quickly released me from her grip. I jumped back to my feet, and the blue-haired girl hid behind me from Erica.
“Eek… Senpai… watashi oh mamatay.” The blue-haired girl pleaded. Once again, I saw the same old man from earlier at the other end of the parking lot staring at me with a disgusted look. I just gave an awkward smile and waved to him, and he just shook his head.
“Erica it’s okay… she’s just scared.” Erica’s eyes stayed ablaze, but her guard dropped a moment later and she sheathed her katana. I didn’t really know what to do, but clearly the best thing was for us to just get out of there.
The blue-haired girl clung to me like a sloth to a tree all the way up until we started to leave. I elected to drive so Hal could continue working on her, and Erica sat shotgun and helped me with my dialysis.
After driving awhile Hal finally managed to convert her language settings into English. We found out then that her name was Kurumu, and she- like Erica remembered very little of what had happened to her.
She said she was sorry for trying to kill us earlier, and seemed sincere about it. Erica didn’t look too impressed, but I felt genuine sorrow for Kurumu as well. I didn’t know what the hell we were going to do, but I did know that we now had another reason to find Chuck Hagerman and put an end to his depraved antics.
The documents that Hal had found pointed to a meeting place that Chuck presumably was going to be at. It was slated for the following evening, and it was half-way across the country. After we had interrupted his work the previous night, we didn’t know whether he’d have the nerve to show up there, but we had nothing else to go off.
The rest of that day was spent on the weirdest road trip I’d ever imagined. If you would’ve told me a week before this that one day, I’d be a national fugitive on the lamb with two ass-kicking sex robots and my best friend Hal, then I’d have asked what drugs you were on and where I could get some.
All the things I had imagined for my own life had suddenly evaporated, but I think it also taught me an interesting and kind of stupid lesson. You can plan all you want for how your life is going to be, but when destiny comes knocking, you answer that call. We had to end it, one way or another.
We finally arrived at the city where the deal was supposed to go down well into the wee hours of the morning. Kurumu and Hal were both passed out in the backseat, and Erica – ever the faithful companion remained on full alert beside me. I pulled into some dimly lit parking lot, hearing the sounds of several crackheads arguing on the far-end of the lot. It seemed the perfect place to hide out and finally get some sleep.
I killed the headlights, and glanced to Erica in the passenger seat.
“Have we arrived?” She asked.
“Well, we’re close, but the actual thing is still a little ways away. We got the whole day before it is supposed to happen.” Erica nodded, and stared into my eyes.
“How is your buttocks feeling?” She asked. I shrugged, still soar but learning to cope.
“it’s fine…” I replied staring out into the dismal streets around us. A moment of silence swirled between us, and my eyes eventually drifted back to her. She looked crestfallen, with her lower lip trembling ever so slightly. It looked like she was trying to cry, but just couldn’t.
“Are you okay, Erica?” She lowered her head, hiding her face behind her crimson locks as she sighed deep.
“I feel a great deal of remorse for what I have done to you. This heresy arose by my own hand. It’s all my fault…” She whimpered, and my heart broke for her.
“Erica…” I reached out and clasped her hand. She sniffled, and seemed too ashamed to look at me.
“We’ve all made mistakes, and this not your fault.” She looked to me, her verdant eyes seeming to sparkle.
“But it is my lord! A piece of you has been lost because of me.” She appeared truly devastated, but in all honesty, by kidney was no longer my main concern. I mean sure, it’d be nice to have it back, but there were more important things at stake.
“A piece of me has been gained though, my heart… because of you.” Yeah, I know it was probably the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard too, but Erica seemed endeared by it. I clutched my other hand around hers and stared deep into her eyes.
“This is my battle to fight too.” She leaned into me, and we shared a long embrace. So long as a matter of fact that by the time it ended I found myself waking up with a crick in my back from falling asleep in the same awkward position.
Sunlight finally pierced my eyelids some time later, but I’m not even sure how much sleep I actually got. My mind was accosted by all sorts of anxieties and harrowing questions.
What if we die?
Will I go to prison for the rest of my life even if we don’t?
What will my parents think when they find out?
What is the point of having silent letters in words?
And most importantly, what was Chuck really up to?
After our previous encounter, that question weighed the heaviest on my mind. I thought he was just some incredibly talented and equally deranged robotics engineer, but clearly there was more at play. The fact he had five henchmen with him led me to believe his operation went well beyond just organ theft. I mean sure, I’ll bet a kidney is worth quite a lot on the black market, but it seemed like that was only the beginning.
Hal managed to discover that the man’s home that Chuck had been at that night was not only a well-known executive, but also a Brazilian senator. That home was apparently just his summer vacation home.
If Chuck was really only after organs he could’ve just kept going after average Joes like me. Local news would’ve run a story on another victim of organ theft, and that would’ve pretty much been the end of it. Why target a high-profile person like that senator?
We spent that day preparing as much as possible; which truth be told didn’t involve as much as we would’ve liked. We wanted to buy guns, but we knew if either Hal or I tried to access our bank accounts then the cops would trace us really quick.
In the end we settled on a local junkyard. The owner was a pudgy man with a stained Nascar t-shirt that was too small and a wad of tobacco in his lip. He didn’t want to let us in at first, but Kurumu managed to butter him up by flashing puppy-dog eyes. The rotund man blushed and his grumpy demeanor lessened as he finally agreed to let us in.
We tried rounding up as many useful materials as we could find. Erica sharpened her blade, while Kurumu constructed several shurikens out of jagged scrap metal. Hal and I tried our hand at assembling some kind of armor, but realized pretty quick that neither of us were really cut out for this line of work.
Luckily Erica showed us a few nifty little tricks which I’ll describe later. Her craftsmanship and MacGyver-esque spirit was truly something to behold. Once again, the thought struck me of how she was able to do the things she did. Did she know them before she became Chuck’s little experiment, or did he specifically program her with the knowledge? And if so, why the hell would he program a sex robot with the ability to manufacture guerilla weaponry? Either he was obsessively dedicated to creating authentic personality types, or there was an entirely different explanation to all this.
Evening finally came, and our ragtag group filed in to Hal’s Lincoln and drove to the specified location. We didn’t even know whether Chuck would bother showing up there, but we had nothing else to go off and time was running out.
My gut churned like I had just eaten a Taco Bell buffet, and I couldn’t stop tapping my foot as we drove out to the location. If it’s not clear by now I guess I have to reiterate; I’m no fighter. I’ve never been a big guy, nor do I have any training in self-defense, let alone taking on international organ smugglers. I don’t think our local community college has a class on that.
Hal continued sifting through his phone and notes he had made while Kurumu drove quietly onward. I thought it was questionable whether to have her drive at all, but Hal seemed fine with it. We couldn’t even convince her to change out of her schoolgirl uniform. The sweats and hoodie we offered in exchange to help mask her appearance were quickly rejected; as Kurumu claimed they were ‘not kawaii’. She refused to reconsider and so we ended up just dropping the topic.
Clearly, we were underprepared, ill-equipped and some might even say entirely incompetent. It’s not like we weren’t aware of this fact, but we were well aware that if we didn’t stop it, no one else would.
The warehouse specified in Chuck’s stolen notes stood desolate and seemingly unoccupied. It was run down and swamped in foliage which protruded from cracks in the walls and foundations. Broken glass and various spackles of graffiti covered the exterior, and clearly the building had not been in use for many years.
It seemed the perfect place for a shady individual like Chuck to meet his equally shady contacts, but there appeared to be no one there. Hal parked his Lincoln behind an old storage container, and the four of us spread out to put our operation into motion. Hal and Kurumu snuck around the back to try and find a way inside, while Erica and I hid behind some bushes.
“Is something the matter, my lord?” Erica asked as I shivered from behind the skeletal bushes. The cold wind was like needles on my skin, but that wasn’t the only reason I was shaking like a leaf.
“Ah… it’s just cold.” I replied, trying to reassure her; there was no fooling her though.
“The eve of battle is a worrying time, my lord. It is only natural to feel anticipation.” I eyed her skeptically.
“Pshh… I’m not scared.” Neither Erica nor I myself bought my claim.
“Okay fine, I’m fucking terrified. I’ve never done anything like this before.” I admitted, unable to lie to her. Her green eyes seemed almost to glisten in the night, as the wind blew her crimson locks gently about.
“You are very brave for accepting this mission on my behalf, and I will protect you to my final breath.” I shook my head.
“I don’t want it to come to that. I want you to live, especially…” I trailed off, mulling over how to formulate the words as delicately as possible.
“Especially after what you’ve been through already, you deserve to live free.” Erica smiled.
“I already live free my lord. It is not the circumstance to which I was born into, nor the struggles I have faced which defines me, It is I who define myself, by the things I choose to do, and the people I choose to serve.” She then shifted closer to me, staring into my eyes.
“And I choose to be at your side; now and forevermore.” She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I was blown away by her response, but still my gut was churning.
“What if we die?” I asked. Erica turned, and like some effervescent, Valkyrie queen from the heavens, she solidified her badass persona with seven simple words.
“Then it will be a glorious death.”
Headlights approached in the distance, turning onto the neglected road which led out to where we had stationed ourselves. The vehicle drove onward, eventually turning to reveal itself as a blacked-out suburban. Typical, I thought chuckling under my breath, but the stereotypic display wouldn’t last.
The suburban closed in eventually parking in the far-end of the lot and killing it’s headlights. The vehicle just sat there, and I was unable to make out who was inside. Finally, after a few minutes the rear-left door opened. Out stepped a man dressed in camo, holding a large rifle. He lit a smoke and exhaled a cloud which was immediately abducted by the wind. The door on the other side opened a moment later, and another man stepped out dressed in matching attire.
My phone buzzed, and I peeked at it to see a text from Hal.
“They look like Army guys. What’s the plan?” He plucked the thought right out of my brain.
“Stay hidden, wait for Chuck.” I texted back, contemplating what the sight entailed. Hal was right; the guys did look like they were from the US Army or some other military branch. But what the hell was the military doing out there? Was it a sting operation they had set up?
I don’t know if the military even does sting operations, or if that’s more of an FBI thing. I suppose they could have been mercenaries or hired goons, but the uniforms threw me off. I expected tattooed bald dudes with beer guts and dark suits along with some Russian dude named Yuri calling the shots, but clearly that wasn’t the case.
We waited there for at least twenty more minutes, before another pair of headlights emerged down the road. It drove the same path as the Suburban before it, and as it entered the same patch of moonlight; I recognized Chuck’s van.
“It is the one we seek.” Erica began to move; clutching her blade, but I grabbed her arm.
“Wait… I want to see this.” Erica hesitated, and slumped back down beside me. The van parked adjacent to the suburban, and killed it’s headlights. The two men outside with assault rifles tensed up, and the driver door of the suburban stepped out. He wore a black suit and gloves, sporting a balled head and clean-shaven face. The van door then opened, and out stepped a familiar and hated face.
Chuck. Fucking. Hagerman. He rounded the van, and approached the man in the suit.
“You’re late.” The man in the suit said in a voice devoid of emotion and expected Russian accent. He sounded more midwestern than anything.
“Apologies, we had an… incident but it has been taken care of.” Chuck replied, clutching something underneath his arm.
“I hope it wasn’t anything serious.” The man in the suit said, glancing at the guards beside him. “Do you have it?” He asked sternly. Chuck nodded.
“Yes, yes of course. Not like I’m gonna come all the way out here to waste you gentleman’s time. That’s a good way to get wacked, amirite?” Chuck was clearly trying to lessen the mood with his cheesy, salesman routine, but the man in the suit didn’t look impressed.
“There’s still time for that.” He responded, and Chuck looked like he had just shat a cinderblock.
“Right, well as promised I have the models here that you requested.” Chuck beckoned them to follow him, and the group ventured to the back of the van. I couldn’t see what was going on, and was about to text Hal and ask since he had a better vantage point, but he beat me to it.
“Dude there’s more of them.” His text read.
“What do you mean? More goons?” I replied. Erica looked like a jaguar eyeing a field mouse from her crouched position. I could tell she was chomping at the bit to engage them, but still stood firm. My phone buzzed again.
“No… more dolls.” I don’t know why I didn’t see that coming, but it was still a surprise. How many of those damn dolls did that psychopath Chuck make?
“They are totally obedient, following every order without question.” Chuck declared, waltzing from behind the van with the other men. My phone buzzed once more.
“He stole that line from Attack of the Clones.” I just shook my head.
“Hal. Focus.” I replied, shoving my phone back in my pocket. Chuck walked out accompanied by two gorgeous women dressed in scantily clad attire. There was a black girl dressed in leather pants and a crop top, while the other was a Latina girl wearing low-cut jean shorts, cowboy boots and a corduroy, collared shirt.
“These are our newest models. I think you’ll find them quite impressive.” Chuck pulled out a remote and hit something on the screen. The black girl’s eyes flickered, and she took a step. Her eyes focused on one of the men dressed in camo, and she began seductively strolling towards him. Her hand raised with an illustrious motion and her fingers danced around his neck. The man’s face lit up in a perverse smile.
“They are programmed with state-of-the-art sensual features, but also…” Chuck pressed another button. The girl’s eyes then flickered, and in one swift motion she pulled the man into a headlock, flipped him over her thigh and flat on his back. The man struck with a groan, and tried to fight back but the girl held a dagger against his throat before he could move. The man shuttered and lifted his quivering hands in surrender. The man in the suit just grinned.
“Impressive.” He commented as Chuck commanded the girl to release the man. The man in camo stood back up and dusted himself off as his comrades chuckled at him.
“And they can be operated remotely?” The man in the suit asked and Chuck nodded.
“From up to one-thousand clicks away.” That may have been the most interesting claim he’d made thus far. I couldn’t help but wonder why someone would possibly need to be able to operate a sex robot from over one thousand miles away. I mean, maybe remote viewing or voyeurism of some kind, but it just seemed like an unnecessarily expensive feature, but as I looked at the strange ensemble of Chuck’s friends, I was struck by an epiphany. Maybe Erica, Kurumu and the others were more than advertised.
The girl strolled back to Chuck’s side; like a noble and obedient hound. I couldn’t decide what to do. I tried devising a plan of catching them all of guard, but there were too many. Before either I or Erica could act, a commotion caught our attention from the far side.
“Die perverts!” Like some methed-out tiger there was Kurumu, leaping from the shadows and soaring through the air like some Jackie Chan prodigy. In one fluid motion she flung a shuriken out with tremendous speed, burying it deep into one of the goons faces. The man gurgled and fell dead a moment later as the others opened fire. Kurumu ducked, and dove behind an old truck, and I realized I had to do something.
Before I could even act, Erica stood and shouted.
“For the glory of the one true god!” Her voice rose to a clamorous warlord, and she charged at the men. They turned to her, but before they could fire, she was on them like a piranha on a wounded calf. She reached the first man, slicing both his arms at the wrist as I rose to charge out.
The man screamed in agony but was silenced by Erica shoving her blade right through his throat. She then hunched her back against the man’s mutilated corpse; using it as a makeshift shield as his compatriots riddled his body with a surge of bullets.
I saw Chuck panic and scurry away yelling out a command to his Amazon warriors.
“Kill them.” The two other girls sprang into action, with one tackling Erica while the other darted towards where Kurumu had hidden. A brick then came soaring through the air and nailed one of the henchmen on the head as he was reloading. He groaned and clutched his face as Hal came charging out of the darkness screaming like a banshee. I think it was meant to be a war cry, but it sounded more like he had reached puberty and orgasmed simultaneously. The iron bucket on his head didn’t help his case much either.
He reached the wounded henchmen and tried punching, but the goon caught his fist. He flipped Hal around, punching him twice in the face and once in the gut before tossing Hal onto the ground. Hal groaned and spat out blood as the man moved to finish him off.
Before he could I dove onto his shoulder, causing him to waver and fumble around. He tried freeing himself, and soon tossed me free. Hal had since regained his footing and swung a metal pipe towards the man. The man ducked and instead Hal’s swing struck me in the shoulder.
I crumpled in pain, and the man kicked Hal in the groin, causing him to crumple as well. Once again, the two of us were outmatched by a single opponent, but before he could land a killing blow on either of us, he was set open by a wild Kurumu.
She slammed the man into the side of the suburban burying his face through the window. Another man rounded the back of the Suburban, but before he could fire Kurumu had flung a shuriken into his hand. The man screamed and fell backwards squeezing the trigger and causing a barrage of bullets to fly aimlessly out into the night sky.
As I regained my footing, I saw the Latina doll in the distance hogtied and squirming in the dirt after her failed battle with Kurumu. Kurumu was a monster, and before I could even regain my footing, I saw her slam the goon’s face into another window on the suburban. By that point his face looked more like a pancake made of glass.
Kurumu’s eyes were ablaze with the madness of the old gods, and she swiftly set upon the man she wounded previously. He screamed and tried crawling away, but Kurumu showed no mercy. She laughed manically as she grabbed the man around the neck and began pulling at it. In seconds I heard the man’s pained shrieks mix with a cacophony of wretched snaps and gurgles before Kurumu tore the man’s head clean off his shoulders.
Meanwhile I saw Erica facing off with the black girl in front of the vehicles, and Chuck diving into his van. I knew then I had to stop him and so I charged towards him with reckless intent. As his van’s tires screeched and flung rocks up around the vicinity, I grabbed onto the side door handle.
The van charged forward, with me clinging onto the side for dear life. Chuck’s eyes were wide with terror as I somehow managed to haul myself up his passenger side. The door then swung open, and Chuck swerved to try and lose me. I hung on for dear life as my back scraped against the abrasive gravel road.
With all the strength I possessed I just barely managed to pull myself up inside his van. Chuck tried punching me, but clearly his fighting skill was matched only by my own incompetence. I caught his fist and tugged him away from the driver seat. The van swerved wildly, and I felt it tip up on two wheels, before tumbling sideways.
The next moment consisted on what I can only imagine of what it feels like to be inside a blender. I was accosted by all manner of debris; glass, pencils, coins and whatever other frivolous items Chuck kept in his cabin. The van tumbled side over side before finally falling still in a shattered husk of it’s former glory.
I lay there dazed and in pain, as my mind attempted to reel itself back in. I looked up and realized the van was upside down. Chuck was hanging inverted from the driver seat; his seatbelt keeping him tethered to what had now become the roof.
I felt a sharp stinging radiate all over my body, but the adrenaline fueled me to click his seatbelt release. Chuck came crashing down onto the inverted roof like a sack of potatoes; groaning as he struck. I hauled myself towards him, mounting on top as he looked at me with dazed eyes. I punched him in the face.
“Kidney… now.” I mumbled between labored breaths. Chuck appeared on the verge of unconsciousness. He didn’t respond, and I took a moment to catch my breath.
Behind me I heard a sudden commotion and turned to see the suburban rocketing towards the road out. It swerved wildly before slamming into a telephone pole and stopping dead in it’s tracks. A person was then jettisoned through the windshield, screaming before landing in a heap several dozen feet ahead of the wrecked vehicle.
I crawled out towards the wreckage, figuring Chuck was no longer in any condition to flee. I saw Kurumu fall in a heap from the roof, wincing softly as she thudded onto the ground. The rear tire of the suburban had like five shurikens lodged into it, and it looked more like an oversized, used condom by that point.
Erica was still facing off against the black girl, but their conflict ended when Hal arrived and tasered her from behind. The black girl quivered and fell to the dirt unconscious. Erica was panting heavily, and her and I locked eyes in the moment.
A sudden screech then echoed behind us, and the sounds of a boom echoed out. I turned and saw an odd, net-like projectile come hurdling towards the scene. Before anyone could react, I saw the thing coil around Erica like some vile serpent. She fell to the dirt and I rushed to her side, but I was too late; the suburban reached her first.
Two men stepped out and hauled the flailing Erica inside. I screamed and dashed towards them, but was frozen by the sight of the man in the suit. He was holding a pistol aimed directly at my chest. I saw it just in time for him to pull the trigger. A harsh impact thundered into my chest, feeling like a punch from superman direct to the gut. I fell onto my back, seeing Erica screaming as my vision swam around me. I then saw her convulse and fall still as she was hoisted into the depths of the suburban. I could do nothing but watch as they drove away into the night and my vision faded to black.
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/give @p written_book{pages:["{\"text\":\"Asuna plopped down naked on the sofa and glared defiantly at me. \\u201c\\u2026Kirito, hurry up and take your clothes off,\\u201d she said in an authoritative tone. \\u201cWhat\\u2026w-we\\u2019re continuing?\\u201d \\u201cIt would be stupid if we stopped here!!\\u201d I hurriedly complied. Opening the\"}","{\"text\":\"window indicated by Asuna, I toggled off the option buried deep within the menu. Because of the hurried start, there was no romantic mood to speak of. Sitting on the bed which was slightly too small for the two of us, we slowly did as much as the system\"}","{\"text\":\"would allow. The dim blue moonlight filtered through the window, casting complex shadows on the bed. Since Salemburg has no marketplace, the townspeople disappear at night. The only thing that I could hear was the faint whispering of the lake, and my \"}","{\"text\":\"alarm-like heartbeat which seems to echo around the room. By this time, Asuna and I had removed all of our clothing. We had been kneeling on the bed in front of one another for about 2 and a half minutes. I couldn\\u2019t read Asuna\\u2019s expression as she balled\"}","{\"text\":\"up her fists on her knees and looked down. I thought that I should probably be the one to take the first action in this situation, but not being able to predict the outcomes of any of my choices, I sat in petrified silence. I considered what would happen\"}","{\"text\":\"if I were to yell out, \\u201cSorry!\\u201d and re-equipped minimal clothing at mach speed before escaping out of the room. Would she say, \\u201cI guess it can\\u2019t be helped~\\u201d and forgive me when we meet again tomorrow? \\u2015There\\u2019s no way she would. Remembering back to the\"}","{\"text\":\"distant past, I was only 14 the first time that I ever logged into SAO. The winter of 8th grade. 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Ever since SAO started, there were\"}","{\"text\":\"numerous times when I was in a situation where I told myself, \\u201cYou can\\u2019t run away from here no matter what,\\u201d but here I had to muster up greater willpower than that as I extended my right hand and moved my body forward. My fingertip softly touched the\"}","{\"text\":\"gentle curve that was Asuna\\u2019s shoulder. Her body quivered sharply. I slowly traced a path from the line of her collarbone to the nape of her neck. \\u201cN\\u2026mm\\u2026\\u201d Asuna let out a soft moan as her eyes closed. The blood rushed to her cheeks and her eyebrows\"}","{\"text\":\"furrowed. For some time I watched Asuna\\u2019s responses in secret delight as I touched her all over the place. Slightly excited by her fresh reactions, I went a bit overboard as I kept my fingertip at a point where I was just barely touching her and continued\"}","{\"text\":\"to slowly glide smoothly across her skin. I crawled down her arms which were firmly hiding both breasts, circled around her stomach and reversed direction up her arms again. \\u201cAh\\u2026oh\\u2026mm\\u2026\\u201d Every time my finger moved, Asuna\\u2019s body would shake and a soft moan\"}","{\"text\":\"would leak out. After caressing her entire body, I put my right hand\\u2019s finger under her small chin and lifted her head up. With my left index finger, I diligently traced her wet, shining, cherry-colored lips. \\u201cNo\\u2026not just\\u2026your finger\\u2026\\u201d A softly blushing\"}","{\"text\":\"Asuna opened her eyes slightly and looked at me pleadingly. \\u201cKiss\\u2026me\\u2026\\u201d \\u201c\\u2026\\u201d I silently moved my face closer. Asuna\\u2019s lips parted slightly as if they could not wait any longer. But, instead of fastening our lips together, I softly poked her lower lip with\"}","{\"text\":\"the tip of my tongue. \\u201cMm\\u2026\\u201d As if seeking me out, Asuna stuck out her tongue, but I restrained myself and moved to avoid her before softly touching her with the tip of my tongue. \\u201cAh, mm\\u2026ah\\u2026\\u201d Asuna let out a irritated sound of both anticipation and need\"}","{\"text\":\"as I abruptly plunged my tongue into her mouth. \\u201cAh\\u2014mm!\\u201d I violently swished my tongue around. The tactile senses in SAO are, just like the sense of taste, pre-programmed and activated in accordance to the situation. When you consider this, then the only\"}","{\"text\":\"conclusion that one can draw is that the \\u201cfeeling of a deep kiss\\u201d must have been programmed in. (Well, it\\u2019s not like I\\u2019ve ever really experienced that in real life, but\\u2026) An indescribably bewitching feeling assaulted my nerves. My tongue entwined Asuna\\u2019s\"}","{\"text\":\"and I forcefully sucked on it as I felt all the strength go out of her body. Her eyes were moist and dim and she was breathing erratically as I took my tongue out of her mouth and then proceeded to lick down her neck, behind her ear and the hollow of her\"}","{\"text\":\"collar bone. When I eventually reached the soft valleys that were the top of her breasts which had been hidden up until now, her whole body leapt and twitched. Her arms gripped tighter together and she shook her head from side to side. \\u201cAsuna\\u2026move your\"}","{\"text\":\"arms\\u2026\\u201d \\u201cB\\u2026But\\u2026\\u201d \\u201cI want to see your breasts, Asuna.\\u201d I caught her wrists which were crossed together and pulled them apart as I slowly licked and sucked my way toward the peak of the white breast that was gradually being revealed. \\u201cAh\\u2026 No\\u2026\\u201d Asuna\\u2019s arms\"}","{\"text\":\"were finally at her sides as her twin peaks were revealed to my eyes. The swells which were usually hidden by the loose fitting knight\\u2019s clothing and breastplate were bigger than I had imagined; full and protruding sharply forward. At their tips were a\"}","{\"text\":\"pair of nipples which were difficult to distinguish from the surrounding area, standing impertinently in a cone-shaped form. Regrettably the entire room was currently bathed in the blue glow of the moonlight and \\u2014 \\u201cAsuna, turn on the light.\\u201d\"}","{\"text\":\"\\u201cWhat\\u2026no\\u2026don\\u2019t\\u2014\\u201d Having accepted the rejection of my request, I sucked her left nipple into my mouth. \\u201cAh!!\\u201d Ignoring the shrill voice that Asuna let out at the sudden attack, I chewed on the hard nub with my lips as my tongue rolled around the stiff tip.\"}","{\"text\":\"\\u201cAhhh! Ah! No, no no\\u2026!\\u201d I firmly held Asuna\\u2019s right hand that tried to push me away as she cried out, while her body convulsed and moved my left hand to the other breast. I squeezed her peak between my fingers, then gently used the nail of my index finger\"}","{\"text\":\"to stimulate the tip of her nipple. \\u201cAh, Ahh, oh!!\\u201d As I tortured both breasts, Asuna\\u2019s convulsions and sweet cries rose in intensity. Going a bit overboard, I bit down on the protruding object in my mouth and somewhat violently began to chew on it, while\"}","{\"text\":\"at the same time the thumb and index finger of my left hand painfully twisted the other nipple. \\u201cOh!! Ah, ah, no, no way\\u2026\\u201d Asuna\\u2019s body suddenly stiffened. Her arms which now encircled the back of my head tightened their grip. \\u201cNo, no no, I\\u2019m, with just,\"}","{\"text\":\"my breast\\u2026! I\\u2019m\\u2026com\\u2026\\u201d She was unable to speak after that. Letting out a hoarse, high pitched cry from the depths of her throat, Asuna twitched and her body jumped once before collapsing against me. She was still breathing heavily, her body intermittently\"}","{\"text\":\"convulsed slightly. \\u201cAh\\u2026 ha\\u2026 haa\\u2026\\u201d \\u201c\\u2026Asuna\\u2026just now\\u2026\\u201d \\u201cAh\\u2026n-no\\u2026it\\u2019s so embarrassing\\u2026 I never had anything like that\\u2026happen until now\\u2026\\u201d \\u201c\\u2026until now?\\u201d \\u201cAh\\u2026\\u201d Asuna ducked her body and looked down in an embarrassed manner. \\u201cI-It\\u2019s nothing, nothing at all!\\u201d\"}","{\"text\":\"\\u201c\\u2026tell me.\\u201d I moved my left hand over to Asuna\\u2019s left breast as she leaned against me and grasped her nipple before pulling on it. \\u201cAhh\\u2026 no, stop, no more with the breasts\\u2026\\u201d \\u201c\\u2026what do you mean by until now?\\u201d \\u201cAhhh\\u2026\\u201d Asuna spoke haltingly in a crying voice\"}","{\"text\":\"that was once again mixed with sweet moans. \\u201c\\u2026about the \\u2026 After I learned about it\\u2026I did it\\u2026a couple times, alone\\u2026\\u201d \\u201c\\u2026what did you do\\u2026?\\u201d \\u201cAuuu\\u2026 While thinking\\u2026about Kirito\\u2026played with\\u2026my breasts and\\u2026down below\\u2026\\u201d Talking about her own\"}","{\"text\":\"fantasies seemed to have increased Asuna\\u2019s masochistic side. Her breathing was gradually becoming ragged as she clung to me. \\u201cDown below\\u2026like around here\\u2026?\\u201d I gently moved the hand that had been abusing her breast downward. I stroked her tense stomach,\"}","{\"text\":\"then ever so slowly moved in that direction. I went over the slight swell of her abdomen, and when my fingertips reached the entrance of the two mounds, Asuna gasped as her body shook. \\u201cAh\\u2026 no\\u2026\\u201d I used the index finger and middle finger of my left hand to\"}","{\"text\":\"stimulate the area around her vagina. While taking care not to touch the center, I enjoyed the sensation of squeezing the two mounds together, then pulling them apart. \\u201cAh, ah, ha mmm\\u2026!\\u201d Asuna knelt down, putting both of her arms around me and moaned\"}","{\"text\":\"while burying her face in my neck as my fingers moved about, causing her body to jump and twitch. \\u201cAh, mm\\u2026there\\u2026no\\u2026\\u201d But that voice gradually became hoarse as she shook her head and wiggled her whole body. \\u201cAhh\\u2026 That can\\u2019t\\u2026can\\u2019t\\u2026\\u201d Thinking that I was\"}","{\"text\":\"teasing her too much, I gradually moved my middle finger towards the center. \\u201cMm\\u2026mm\\u2026 Ahhh!!\\u201d As Asuna let out a remarkably loud cry, my finger was enveloped in a slimy sensation. That place was seemingly endless, so hot, moist, and indescribably soft that\"}","{\"text\":\"I involuntarily stirred it with two fingers. \\u201cAh!! No!! No!!\\u201d Asuna cried out, and her body started to shake and jump. Without regard for that, I kneaded the little knob that was peeking out from the top of the slit with my thumb while spreading it open\"}","{\"text\":\"with two fingers. \\u201cAh\\u2026 Haa\\u2026 Ha\\u2026\\u201d It appeared that Asuna could no longer speak as she dug her nails into my back and arched her back as far as she could. \\u201cAh, ha\\u2026 No!! I can\\u2019t take it any more!!\\u201d But in another sense, I was also at my limit. I wanted to\"}","{\"text\":\"see every single part of Asuna so badly that I pushed her down onto the bed and grabbed her legs, spreading them apart. \\u201cEh\\u2026 Eh\\u2026? Ah\\u2026 Wha\\u2026!?\\u201d Asuna came out of a hazy state and bucked her body to escape as she realized that she was in an extremely\"}","{\"text\":\"embarrassing position, but there was no way that I was going to loosen my grip now. \\u201cWha, Wha, Kirito, don\\u2019t look so closely!!\\u201d \\u201cAsuna\\u2026\\u201d I raised my head and looked steadily into Asuna\\u2019s eyes. \\u201c\\u2026should we turn on the light?\\u201d \\u201cNo\\u2014!!\\u201d Asuna forcefully\"}","{\"text\":\"rejected my suggestion as she shook her crimson red face. Giving up, I devoted myself to examining Asuna\\u2019s hidden place. The soft and fluffy pubes were pure white and smooth without a single hair growing there. This was, to say, rather than a preference\"}","{\"text\":\"of the developers, a limitation of the system itself. Hair-type objects are of the extremely heavy category. As a result, aside from hair on the head and beards, there was absolutely no hair anywhere on the bodies of the SAO players. In between the two\"}","{\"text\":\"smooth mounds was a single slit, and further into that were light colored folds. From time to time a clear fluid dripped out and flowed towards Asuna\\u2019s anus before turning into beads of light and disappearing. Whether it was from embarrassment or loss of\"}","{\"text\":\"strength, Asuna had stopped struggling, so I took my hand off her right foot and slowly spread the slit open. \\u201cMhaa\\u2026\\u201d Asuna\\u2019s eyes turned vacant as she moaned softly. Inside the slit, compared to the information that I had received from the net in the\"}","{\"text\":\"real world, was an unusually simple design with (what I thought was) peach colored membrane spreading smoothly on the inside and bottom. The vaginal opening which tirelessly produced clear fluid was quietly throbbing, and in the upper part where the slit\"}","{\"text\":\"closed together a little protrusion peeked its head out. Within SAO, the male players must have at least once or twice racked their brains in wondering what that part of the female players looked like, but I was experiencing a certain kind of emotion\"}","{\"text\":\"having just discovered the answer to this question. Of course, in my own lower half there was also a certain thing, which, having swelled to its limits, was seeking release. But this was the first time since I had entered SAO that it had become like this.\"}","{\"text\":\"There is a somewhat interesting story concerning all of this (I apologize for digressing, but)... When SAO was under development, the Argus company had an internal closed alpha test phase during which time they reasoned that since players would have no\"}","{\"text\":\"use for genitals, it would not be necessary to objectify it. However, in reality they found that most of the male testers would experience a certain amount of severe anxiety. Even so, while there was no problem when playing for several hours. Cont.\"}"],title:"SAO Chapter 16.5 Part 1",author:"Reki Kawahara",display:{Lore:["Part 1 of the non-canon fanfiction made by Reki Kawahara detailing the events of Sword Art Online."]}} 1
/give @p written_book{pages:["{\"text\":\"When they conducted consecutive tests over a 48 hour period, they found that most of the male testers who attended this trial period were unable to stand not having their genitals and gave up. So it was from the Beta testing phase that the genital parts\"}","{\"text\":\"were implemented out of a sense of necessity. It seems that this was also part of the reason why SAO players were not allowed to change their characters\\u2019 genders. However, even if you had your genital parts, the question that I had prior to the official\"}","{\"text\":\"start of the game (meaning, before the incident) was whether or not there would be anxiety over the lack of proper function. I myself had agonized repeatedly on multiple occasions over the inability to release my pent up energy, but now I saw that if the\"}","{\"text\":\"ethics code or whatever was disabled, then functionality, probably even ejaculation was possible. While feeling like I had missed out on a lot by not knowing all of this until now. At this point though, I faced a new question. Having the ethics code\"}","{\"text\":\"release function basically meant that online virtual sex had been planned with the release of the game. SAO had many underage players such as myself so, no matter how I thought about it, this function was sure to cause a lot of social outcry. While\"}","{\"text\":\"teasing Asuna\\u2019s cute slit with my fingertips, I raised my head and posed that very question to her. \\u201cAh\\u2026 Haa\\u2026 What\\u2026?\\u201d Though she had a spaced out look in her silky eyes and her answer was punctuated by her heavy breathing, Asuna\\u2019s serious disposition\"}","{\"text\":\"kicked in as she answered me. \\u201cHa\\u2026 Th-That\\u2019s\\u2026 They planned to use SAO\\u2019s\\u2026system in order to\\u2026provide a personal\\u2026sex service\\u2026 We\\u2019re probably linked with\\u2026that function\\u2026ahhh\\u2026ah\\u2026\\u201d \\u201cI see\\u2026 In other words, it\\u2019s probably one of those delicate arrangements\\u2026 Well,\"}","{\"text\":\"enough with the chit-chat\\u2026\\u201d I used my left hand to open Asuna up as wide as possible. \\u201cAhh!!\\u201d She wasn\\u2019t immobilized anymore, but Asuna let out a sweet cry with both of her legs spread wide in the air. I brought my face close and gently pushed my tongue\"}","{\"text\":\"toward the little hole in the center. \\u201cHaaaa!!\\u201d Asuna shook her head from side to side as she cried out. I softly stimulated the entrance to that hole with my tongue as I pushed my finger in and out. \\u201cAh! No, not that\\u2014!!\\u201d Every time Asuna convulsed, a\"}","{\"text\":\"large amount of fluid would make a sticky sound on my tongue as it leaked out of her vagina. Having pushed my tongue into her hole and enjoyed the feeling of her constricting around me, I pushed myself up over Asuna. I was already swollen to my limit and\"}","{\"text\":\"felt like I would end up coming if I continued to explore Asuna\\u2019s body anymore. While softly playing with her pert nipple, I covered Asuna\\u2019s lips with my own and softly whispered, \\u201cAsuna\\u2026can I\\u2026?\\u201d \\u201cAh\\u2026 Ha\\u2026\\u201d Asuna nodded vigorously as she let out a hot\"}","{\"text\":\"breath. \\u201cYes\\u2026 Make me\\u2026full\\u2026with your thing Kirito\\u2026\\u201d Feeling slightly dizzy at the thought of having that straight-laced invincible warrior tell me that with such a tearful face, I pressed myself against Asuna\\u2019s moistness. My penis caught on the entrance\"}","{\"text\":\"of her vagina as I moved it up and down. \\u201cAh\\u2026 Ah\\u2026\\u201d Asuna firmly gripped my shoulders with her arms as she squeezed her eyes closed and furrowed her eyebrows. Even in the pale blue darkness of the room I could see that her whole body was flushed and beads\"}","{\"text\":\"of sweat shined everywhere. When I placed my hands at Asuna\\u2019s sides, her hips moved slightly forward. I felt a slight resistance, but with a popping sensation, half of my penis was swallowed up inside of Asuna. \\u201cAaaa!!\\u201d Even with just that, Asuna let out\"}","{\"text\":\"a scream as she arched her body to its limit. At the same time, my breath caught and I felt a numbness spreading from my penis to the rest of my body. Having pushed my entire length into Asuna, I let my desires take over as I continued to penetrate her\"}","{\"text\":\"bit by bit. \\u201cAaah!! Haaaah!!\\u201d Asuna continued to scream as she continued to vigorously shake her head while her body shook. Although I briefly wondered if it hurt, I was no longer able to stop my hips from moving as my penis continued to plunge into\"}","{\"text\":\"Asuna\\u2019s deepest parts with a wet slapping noise. \\u201cHa\\u2026 Ah\\u2026 Ah\\u2014!!\\u201d Eventually my penis pushed all the way into the root of Asuna\\u2019s vagina. While she was the woman whom I knew the best and loved the most, the crazy thought that I was deep inside Aincrad\\u2019s\"}","{\"text\":\"top idol at this moment was spinning around my mind, making me go crazy. I somehow managed to calm my breathing as I put my mouth close to Asuna\\u2019s ear and said, \\u201cIt\\u2019s all inside\\u2026 Does it hurt\\u2026?\\u201d \\u201cN, no\\u2026 So\\u2026hot\\u2026 I-I\\u2019m going to melt\\u2026!\\u201d Asuna answered me in\"}","{\"text\":\"a thin, high voice as she shook her head. \\u201cKirito\\u2026so much of you\\u2026inside me\\u2026ah\\u2026ah\\u2026\\u201d I also felt like melting from the incredible heat that I was experiencing. 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Asuna\"}","{\"text\":\"bit down on the fingers of her right hand, as she moved her hips up and down. \\u201cAh, ah, why, am I, ah, like this, like this\\u2026\\u201d Asuna\\u2019s long chestnut-colored hair flew into the air every time she shook her head. Beads of sweat also flew about, turning into\"}","{\"text\":\"light before disappearing. \\u201cI\\u2019m sorry, sorry, Kirito, I\\u2019m, ah, ah, com\\u2026com\\u2026coming\\u2014!!\\u201d Asuna threw her body back while drawing out the last part of her sentence as she violently convulsed two, three times. Her breasts which were sticking out in front of\"}","{\"text\":\"her danced in time with those motions. I was in no position to pause and admire the sight of Asuna with her eyes scrunched closed and her teeth gritted together looking incredibly cute, yet horribly lewd, all at the same time. As Asuna\\u2019s vagina gripped my\"}","{\"text\":\"penis tightly, I was once again assaulted with the powerful urge to come. Thinking that I wouldn\\u2019t be able to resist it this time, I instinctively pushed up into Asuna\\u2019s core with abandon. Grabbing her hips with my hands, I shoved my hard penis in as far\"}","{\"text\":\"as I could before pulling out again. \\u201cAh\\u2014!! Aaaah\\u2014!!\\u201d Being suddenly assaulted right after coming, all Asuna could do was frantically writhe about. I took her hand which was extended toward me and linked our fingers together. Every time I stirred up\"}","{\"text\":\"Asuna\\u2019s insides, our overflowing juices would fly about as the place of our joining melted in endless heat. \\u201cAah\\u2026amazing, amazing\\u2026\\u201d Her bouncing breasts also sent large amounts of sweat flying about. Asuna was letting out deliriously sweet moans with a\"}","{\"text\":\"completely melted look on her face. \\u201cAh, A-A-Aaa!!\\u201d \\u201cI-I\\u2019m com\\u2026\\u201d \\u201cHa, yes, let it out, ah, Kirito, let out, a lot\\u2026\\u201d As I shoved myself into Asuna, I released all of the pent up sensations that I had stretched to the limits. \\u201cA\\u2026Asuna\\u2026!\\u201d \\u201cAaaah\\u2014!!!\\u201d I could\"}","{\"text\":\"feel my hot sperm gushing deep into Asuna as she trembled in yet another climax. Two years worth of semen made a glopping noise as it flowed endlessly into Asuna. Every time my penis twitched, fireworks would go off in my head. \\u201cAh\\u2026ah\\u2026\\u201d After receiving\"}","{\"text\":\"all that I had to give her, Asuna\\u2019s strength gave out as she fell on top of me. \\u201cAh\\u2026 Ha\\u2026\\u201d I gently embraced Asuna while she continued to gasp and convulse as if she was being stimulated by the fluids inside her body as my consciousness dimmed. End.\"}"],title:"SAO Chapter 16.5 Part 2",author:"Reki Kawahara",display:{Lore:["Part 2 of the non-canon fanfiction made by Reki Kawahara detailing the events of Sword Art Online."]}} 1
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2020.04.04 15:00 vanillabluesea A Short Story that Describes Imaginary Events and People of Worldwide Calamities and the Aftermath (the 2nd Edition)

The following story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this post are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
However, the LINKS to real-life events and inspiring sources are placed here and there throughout the story.
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Truth is the Only Light
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INTRO
☞ [As of 2019] there are plenty of reasons to think the Chinese system will implode spectacularly without Japanese feeling the need to do a thing. — Peter Zaihan, Disunited Nations (Mar 03, 2020)
It's apparent that two nations have been engaged in a high-stakes military & economy arms race. The current US admin has been hitting China with waves of tariffs, but that was merely a small part of what's actually going on. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]
On Oct 11, 2019, when they reached a tentative agreement for the first phase of a trade deal, the fact that China made the concession actually made my jaw drop. From where I sit, it was a worrisome scene. Aren't people saying, when challenging situations are bottled up, they will just grow and mutate into another terrible complications?
Admittedly I was not certain how they are going to adhere to the agreement: It left most of the US tariffs (on China's exports) in place, and at the same time, came with an additional USD $200 Billion burden for China over the next two years. This agreement might seem a bit insignificant, but now China would need to purchase almost twice the size of the US products & services they did before the trade war began.
With their current economic climate? I murmured, "No way."
While watching Trump brag and boast around with said agreement, I expected China would soon come out and fling some improvised excuses in order to delay the document-signing process. It wouldn't be their first time. More importantly, even if China does so, there wouldn't be many (real) counterattack options left for the Trump admin during this year, the US presidential election year.
Then, on Jan 16, 2020, the world’s two largest economies actually signed a partial trade agreement aimed at putting the brakes on an 18-month trade war. China would almost surely not sit down but come back to bite, I thought.
Enter the worldwide chaos following so called the COVID-19 outbreak.
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BACKGROUND
☞ Globalists have been heavily investing in China's economy and its components overseas.
• Here are a couple of well known names: the Great Old One; George Soros; Koos Bekker; and Bill Gates.
• For the sake of convenience, from here on, let's call these globalists, who are foreign investors in China's top tier state-owned/sponsored/controlled enterprises, Team-Z.
• Team-Z has adopted big time lackeys like Henry Kissinger or small time ones like Larry Summers, Stephen Hadley, or Bill Browder as matchmakers to court Team-Z for China's top tier enterprises. When Israel's highest echelons chimed in, it has been through Israeli IT companies and the BRI projects.
• Naturally, multinational investment banks have also been employed; such as Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs, Royal Bank of Scotland (RBS), UBS Group AG (formerly Union Bank of Switzerland), Blackstone Group, Canaccord Genuity, BlackRock, Hermitage, or Mirae Asset.
☞ Note: The Great Old One didn't use any matchmakers, something peasants would need. Because the Great Old One's power level is over 9000.
• China's Shanghai clique used to keep the nation's state-sponsored enterprises under their firm grip: Enterprises such as Alibaba Group, Tencent, Baidu, Wanda Group, HNA Group, Anbang Group, Evergrande Group, CEFC Energy and Huawei, all of which Team-Z has massively invested in.
Here is how Shanghai clique and Team-Z, esp. Bill Gates, started to get together: [LINK]
• However, in the name of anti-corruption campaign, Xi Jinping & his Princelings have been taking those businesses away from Shanghai clique's hand, and transforming those state-sponsored private enterprises into the state-owned enterprises, declaring the 國進民退 movement.
• Slaying Shanghai clique's control = [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]
• 國進民退 + Slaying Shanghai clique's control = [A] [B] [C]
• Xi's reign didn't arrive today without challenges though: the BRI projects' poor outcome has frustrated Israel's great expectations. And since the US-China trade war has started, the problems of China's economic systems started to surface, not to mention China's economy has long been decaying.
• Coupled with the US-China trade war, the current US admin has been trying to block Huawei from accessing the international financial systems that the US can influence, as well as the US banking systems. This is a good time to remind you again that Bill Gates has had a very close-knit relationship with Huawei.
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TRADE WAR & INTERNET-BASED COMPANIES
☞ It's the trade war, but why were internet-based companies such as Tencent and Baidu suffering losses?
Answer: The state-sponsored companies like Tencent, Baidu, or Huawei have heavily invested in international trade and commodity markets, which are easily influenced by aspects that IMF interest rates, the US sanctions, or trade war can create.
Example: Let's say, Tencent invests in a Tehran-based ride-hailing company. Then, through said ride-hailing company, Tencent invests in Iran's petroleum industry. Now, China's most valuable IT company is in international petrochemical trade. The business is going to make great strides until the US imposes trade embargoes oand economic sanctions against Iran.
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TL;DR
China's economy going down = Team-Z losing an astronomical amount of money.
★ Wednesday, Sep 26, 2018 ★
"Gentlemen, you guys might want to do something before it's too bloody late, no? His speech last night was .... (sniggers) Mr. Gates, now is as good a time as any. Mr. Soros, hm, don't look at me like that."
".... But,"
"Yes, Mr. Soros, your HNA is going down, too. .... Ah, Schwarzman xiansheng, we're very sorry to learn about Blackstone's Iran & SinopecChina situation. So, we're guessing, you'd be happy to join Mr. Gates's operation, yes? Of course, We already contacted Kissinger xiansheng. .... Okay then, Gentlemen?"
• Now you can take a guess why George Soros has recently been sending out confusing messages regarding Xi Jinping.
• Wait, how about Wuhan Institute of Virology? Doesn't this story concern the COVID-19 outbreak? Is the Wuhan Institute also associated with Shanghai clique? Yes, indeed. Here's How Wuhan Institute of Virology and Shanghai Clique are related: [LINK]
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EIGHT OBJECTIVES
☞ Calling for the tide to be turned, Team-Z and Shanghai clique started to devise the plan. The objectives are:
By shutting down international trade, crashing world economy, and exploiting its aftermath, the plan should produce an outcome letting Team-Z earn back their loss from the trade war & the US sanctions, and collect additional profits from China's BRI projects & stock markets worldwide, including the US stock markets.
Don't forget this: This point number also concerns the developing nations on the BRI with the large deposits of natural resources that Team-Z has invested in through China. If everything comes together nicely, Team-Z will pick up trillions of dollars from those nations alone as if they are light as a feather. Ironically this will reinforce the BRI project governance and mitigate fraud & corruption risks inherent to the international development projects.
By utilizing the aftermath in the US, a new US administration consisted of pro-Beijing personnels should be fostered at the 2020 election. In a worst-case scenario, the aftermath should be abused enough to make Robert Lighthizer to leave the admin. Mr. Mnuchin could stay.
Sometime next year, the phase one trade deal must be reassessed with the new US admin. The reassessment should help China take the upper-hand at the second phase trade talk.
The pandemic crisis should yield a situation which allows China to delay the payments for its state-firm offshore debts. With the point number , this will give China a breathing room to manage its steadily-fallen forex reserves.
Since their current turf (in China) is education industry & medical science industry, Shanghai clique will have no issue with earning hefty profits by managing China's export of medical equipments & health care products which can be supplied worldwide mainly by China. People in the west will bent the knees for the clique's support.
☞ Regarding Jiang Zemin's son and medical science industry in China [LINK]
The outcome should weaken Xi & his Princelings' political power considerably in favour of Shanghai clique & Team-Z. This will let Jiang's Shanghai clique (A) reclaim some of political status & business interest controls they have lost to Xi & his Princelings.
• And once this point number , with the point number , is realized, it would be much easier for the clique to (B) recover their huge assets hidden overseas that the current US admin or Xi & his Princelings have frozen.
Combining good old bribery with sex, the outcome should support China to re-secure control over the US governors. Once the plan is executed successfully, those governors would desperately need solutions to local economic problems and unemployment.
Lastly, implementing an e-ID system in the US similar to Beijing's Alipay and WeChat could be the cherry on top of the operation's entire outcomes. Who's supporting such a system worldwide? None other than Microsoft and Rockefeller Foundation. ಠ_ಠ
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OLD COMRADE BECOMES A NEW RECRUIT
☞ They were afraid more talents were needed. The main target was the world’s largest economy with the most powerful military capability, after all.
They ended up asking Mr. Fridman to see Lord Putin about that. The old Vova was going through a lot nowadays, people said. It could be because his nation's energy business to Europe seems to be hitting wall after wall. He is said to have enough on his plate with no end in sight, so maybe he'll join.
★ Monday, Jan 15, 2018 ★
"(pours a drink for himself) I know, but. ... What would happen if Bashar falls? How long you think you can keep it up? .... Erdogan is many things (sniggers) but he's never gentle. (sips his drink slowly) When Benji's EastMed Pipeline starts to actively compete, then what? They got the China money now. .... Vagit and his buddies will be very unhappy. You know that. Not great, Vova."
"...."
"Ah, you mean what are we going to do? Hm? Hm. I'll tell you what we're going to do. This time, we're going to bankrupt the US shale gas sector. Then, of course, we can maybe convince Benji to take their time with the pipeline. Perhaps for good. (sips his drink slowly) Don't worry, Vova, It'll work. You worry too much. We'll come out the other side stronger."
"So, how long until they set it off?
"Hahaa, yes. They'll soon put all things in place. While marching in place, they'll play the tune a couple of months before the next sochelnik."
"Nearly 20 months to brace things here, then?"
"(nod slowly in happiness) Hm. Оторви́сь там, оттопы́рься, Vova"
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USEFUL IDIOTS
☞ When the directive came, these idiots answered claiming they would be gladly "on it." All in the name of rejuvenating China's economy without grasping the real objective prevailing throughout the entire operation. Thing is, they would never realize what they are to Team-Z & their Asian overlord until it’s too late.
Who are they? It's A and B, not A or B: (A) the American corporations that are too big to fail and have suffered a considerable loss because of the US-China trade war. Among those corporations, (B) the ones that have been structured with massive interest-profit relationships in/with China.
"We need China in order for the US as a nation to continue being prosper," they've been shouting. No surprise there, because they've enjoyed the strides of extraordinary profits over the years while the US middle class has continued to shrink.
But, in 2019 when China's stock markets nosedived for the first time since 2015 and China's authorities in financial stability & resiliency fumbled their response; it wiped that smile off their face. Still, they'll keep behaving not to offend their Asian overlord, nonetheless.
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PERFECT PLAN
☞ Many crucial components had to come into play all at once in order to cause World War I. If one of the components were missing or different, it is unlikely that the World War I as we know of could be produced.
The US in 2019: Overbought bubbles + Over borrowed corporations
The US in 2020: It's an Election Year.
Russia has been dumping US Treasuries for the past few years.
Russia has been hoarding golds as if they were recreating Inca Empire.
China in 2019: Immense & long term financial troubles has started to surface.
China in 2020: The phase-one deal has been signed; leaving most of tariffs on China intact and adding another $200 Billion burden for China.
Team-Z sets up a situation in the US where some event(s) would freeze the US supply chains & demand for the next three to ten months.
• Just like the 9/11, the event will be initiated at the clique's own region. However, unlike in China, the US will report multiple epicentres simultaneously.
• And the CDC and the US medical task force will carry on with a number of sabotage acts, to secure enough time for the infected yet untested in those US epicentres to spread plenty. [1] [2] [3]
• Here's a feasible timeline of the operation.
Then, the BOOM: Team-Z (a) manipulates the markets to make sure MM will have liquidity concerns (b) when they need it most. The (c) bottomed out oil price will be an enforcement, which will also wreck the US energy sector as a kicker. The (d) WHO will also join as a disinformation campaign office.
• Then a couple of big name investment managers will lead a movement that (will try to) bring back foreign money back to China. [1] [2]
• Meanwhile, in US, the disinformation campaign will continue to be pushed until the second wave of attack arrives.
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MEASURABLE SHORT-TERM OUTCOME
☞ We're now going through World War III. The global structure laid down by World War II had been shaken by globalization and the rise of China. This pandemic event will shock the structure further. Human history will be divided into Before 2021 and After 2021.
① Outcome pt. 1: Immediate Aftermath [pt.1] [pt.2]
② Outcome pt. 2: The US economy goes deep dive along with world economy, and the only thing Team-Z has to do is to exploit the aftermath which has been thoroughly calculated and eagerly anticipated. — Favoured assessment: There won't be a V curve ever, unless drastic measures taken within the timeframe of four months. Unprecedented market crash, the rapid unemployment acceleration because of the supply-chain shut down, and the near-death security which in turn forces consumer confidence to plummet. We're looking at a super long L shape curve unless the US prepares fast for the second wave of their asymmetric warfare.
③ Outcome pt. 3: Arguably the most important outcome. — Because of the unprecedented shutdown of international trade, the nations heavily rely on exporting natural resources will face the extreme financial threats. What if some of those are emerging markets AND massively in debt to China? What do you think China would do to said nations while the aftermath is hitting the globe hard? [PDF] Something comparable to Latin American Debt Crisis will happen.
④ Outcome pt. 4: Not that significant compared to the others but still notable outcome. — The world will need Shanghai clique's help to get medical products and equipments.
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WHAT'S NEXT?
☞ Several analysts have discussed off the record that next it'd be a proxy warfare not using armed conflicts but with spreading a galaxy of counterfeit-currency across every possible channels.
Coincidently, on Dec 13, 2017, Business Insider reported in an article "A $100 counterfeit 'supernote' found in South Korea could have been made in North Korea" that:

"It was the first of a new kind of supernote ever found in the world," Lee Ho-Joong, head of KEB Hana Bank's anti-counterfeit centre told Agence France-Presse.
Reporting the same news, The Telegraph published an article on Dec 11, 2017:
"It seems that whoever printed these supernotes has the facilities and high level of technology matching that of a government", said Lee Ho-jung, a bank spokesman from KEB Hana Bank in South Korea. "They are made with special ink that changes colour depending on the angle, patterned paper and Intaglio printing that gives texture to the surface of a note".
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Tale of How Shanghai clique and Globalists Got Together
Wuhan Institute of Virology, Wuhan City, & Shanghai Clique
Feasible Timeline of the COVID-19 Operation
Immediate Aftermath — pt.1.b
Immediate Aftermath — pt.2.a
Remdesivir, Gilead Sciences, Its Shareholders, & Silly Concern
Cases Displaying the Recent Climate of Chinese Economy
Compliance Report by the US State Department on China regarding Biological Weapons Convention — Click "2019 August Unclassified Compliance Report" and see p45.
Jiang Zemin's son & Medical Science Industry in China
What is Guanxi (關係)?
Israeli IT Companies & China
Opinion article "Cancel All Debt to China"
Fun Trivia about Bush Family and China
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2020.03.24 20:26 rhonnie14 Mms sex hidden cam

Losing the love of your life would affect anyone. And I was no exception. Bjorn and I’d been together for well over ten years... A decade of bliss now gone to despair.
Bjorn was a tall Swede. Complete with intelligence, accent, and an ass and dick to spare. His chiseled good looks and blue eyes captivated me from the start. Up until the day he died from an aneurysm. And now Bjorn’s gorgeous features haunted my dreams... The few times I felt joy in this cold, distant world.
I’d lost weight since he passed. Both from stress and sadness. About the only good thing to come out of this personal tragedy.
And now I stayed home every night. Alone in a fortress of horror movies and countless cats. My only companions at this point. Besides the pills. Like a haunted castle, the house of Bjorn and I reeked of desolation. Loneliness. I couldn’t escape our framed photos. Our shared love of weird feline figurines. I didn’t want to really… They were all I had left of him and our gorgeous memories.
I worked from home so never got out much. This suburban prison perfect for my misery. To think at one point, I was the life of the party. The outgoing smartass to Bjorn’s reserved professor. Now I was the gay male equivalent to a cat lady…
Until one day my close friend Geoffrey talked me off the loneliness ledge. He was my old flame turned confidante. His advice usually sound. And here he was the one talking me into trying modern romance: dating apps.
I took his advice. I told the world who I was on Tinder, Bumble… and yes, even Grindr. Hell, I even used Marc, my real name. I wasn’t here to catfish… just to try and move on. I knew Bjorn still would’ve wanted me to considering I was only forty-four. Regardless of all the weight loss and stress, I was still attractive.
All these bios and decisions were tough. I mentioned I was Filipino. A horror movie fan. And to honor Bjorn, I chose my most scholarly photo: me in my wire-rimmed glasses and tweed single-breasted jacket. My dark coiffed combover. Of course, I mentioned I was a kinky bottom as well.
There was a thrill with each app. I enjoyed the attention, the compliments. All the conversations with these gay caricatures: the twinks, the bears, the “straight” jocks. The variety of sexy ethnicities. There were white guys, black guys, Latinos. I didn’t discriminate against beauty.
But nothing went anywhere. Sure, I was popular. It was fun playing the cute older Filipino freak. But aside from some fun sexting and video chats, I felt no human connection. Hell, I had deeper conversations with my cats at this point. Or inside my own crazy mind!
So yeah, everyone got masturbation material. The majority of the reason why Millennials use these things, I figured. But If I wanted to just look at ass and dicks all day or show off my own, I’d just go on Reddit. You know. The quick, efficient way.
I also noticed a disturbing trend... A harrowing realization that I was one of very few forty-year-olds using Tinder and Bumble. One of the very few who wasn’t a serial killer or ugly as shit, that is. And there was still an empty void on these sites: where were the fucking Swedes?
Call it a fetish to be an asshole or my type to be polite, but my lurid lust for Swedish men compelled me. It consumed me!
Growing more frustrated, I continued this app adventure. Going through the more obscure ones like an explorer journeying into a most mysterious wilderness. Sitting on my living room couch, surrounded by cats and pictures of Bjorn and I’s happy past, I scanned the list. My glass of wine no relief to the rising irritation.
Every fucking fetish was well-represented. Every race, every gender. Even sites geared toward scat play, shitting, and farting. Just nothing specifically for Swedes! What the fuck!
But deep down, I knew beggars can’t be choosers. Here I was unable to find a free app for us forty-somethings. At a loss for how to find someone close to my age who at least attempted to be attractive. Much less not be terrifying...
I took another annoyed sip. Gazed off at the flatscreen. At 2014’s Creep... One of Bjorn and I’s favorites.
The memories moved me. Both good and bad. Bittersweet bullets into my soul.
Turning, I forced myself back to my phone. Toward this futile search fueled by a lonely man’s heartbreak and horniness.
Then there was the March miracle. The one I’d been waiting for: a new app was at the bottom of the search pile. SexySwedes read the icon’s big red letters. A New Modern Dating App For Mature Crowds I tapped the icon in a frenzy. The most excitement I felt since Bjorn and I’s late Friday nights in the sack.
Everything got more promising. Sure, there were pics of hot Swedish men who were real on screen but likely bots behind keyboards. But there was the free price tag. The thirty-five and older age requirement. And most of all, the app’s real hook: Introducing Our New Review Feature: Comments And Observations Made After Dates
What the fuck, I thought to myself. Somewhere between disgusted by our dwindling human condition… yet allured by this Amazon of dating. Customer reviews toward… human beings? But fuck, the promise of hot, muscular Swedes was too much. I downloaded that shit in a heartbeat.
I toured the terrain. To my surprise, Americus, Georgia was apparently America’s Stockholm. I wasn’t buying this cash grab exploiting us Swede addicts until I read the reviews. The barbs directed at almost every guy here, both Swedish and American. No reviews were over two out of five stars. In fact, most of them stayed at one or zero. Complete with nice zingers like: Uglier in person, broke ass shit, useless!1 and his breath stank, Cattfish. dis uglyass bitch fat, lied about dick dic tiny, Not a Swede. This was a woman and an ugly one.
I figured no site would air these freakshows out for everyone to see. Not one trying to scam desperate lonelyhearts anyway. So I navigated through this sea of shit. At the very least, entertained by all the negative reviews.
And then I saw Charlie. With just over three-and-a-half stars, Charlie was just the man I was looking for: a perfect Swede… much like Bjorn. The reviews were positive. Not that I cared at this point... His profile pic had him holding a cute cat for Christ’s sake!
I sent the first message. Much to my relief, Charlie replied quick. We hit it off immediately. Exchanged pics. Exchanged personalities. Charlie was a computer programmer and only a few years younger than me. The shot at a realistic romance was becoming all the more apparent. Even on such a strange app...
Playing the cute geek to perfection, Charlie wore glasses. Had spiked brown hair. Weird fashion. At 5'10, maybe he was a little less lean than Bjorn but Charlie still had the big dick and booty to make up for it. And above all, he was just genuine. Charming. The first guy I talked to my age that came without creep vibes… much less literal red flags.
We met in person soon. And for the first time since Bjorn, I felt excitement. Hope. The closest to Bjorn’s goofy charm I could find. I now felt alive. Not to mention hot...
Together, we toured Americus. The romantic spots, the restaurants. Over in Plains, we shared our first kiss. I led the charge, of course. I went straight for Charlie’s mouth, my face pressing against his pointed nose. Our chemistry was explosive. The sex fantastic. Finally, I felt a connection. And fuck, at this point, even our cats got along.
We took turns spending the night at each other’s houses. Mine in suburbia, Charlie’s out in the country. The relationship grew stronger, the bond deeper. And deep down, I knew Bjorn would approve.
But the app still lingered. I checked SexySwedes from time to time. Not for a fuck buddy or sext buddy. Just out of amusement. A compulsion. Yeah, the guys were hot… but how’d I end up with the only one over two stars? I get I was attractive but I wasn’t a conventionally fine hottie… Still, I wasn’t worried. I was happy. Charlie and I had a chance.
We got closer. Only I got more hesitant. Bjorn wanted me to move on… He even told me so. But this didn’t feel right. Not being this happy without him. Not this level of joy. Maybe I should’ve considered happiness normal. Common in the real world… but man, it was tough. Especially considering my best memories came with Bjorn and Bjorn only.
I ended up breaking up with Charlie. I just wasn’t ready. Not emotionally. Or maybe I was too scared... Too afraid our new love would obfuscate my old one. Truly bury Bjorn.
Either way, I ended it. A beautiful romance halted before it could fully blossom. Hey, at least, I did it in person.
At the downtown square, Charlie shook his head in sadness. The overcast day setting a mood neither of us wanted. But a funeral I felt was necessary.
“But Marc…” he started.
I couldn’t say much. Behind the glasses, I felt tears forming.
“I thought we were doing great,” Charlie said.
Conflicted, I stepped beside one of the small trees. Cowering from my own cowardness. Bjorn wouldn’t have been proud.
Charlie grabbed my shoulder. A soft touch. “Is it something I did?”
Like a sentimental soap opera that felt all too real, I faced him. “No.” The pain squeezed my soul. “I’m just not ready for this.” I took a step back. The March breeze whipping through my coat. “I never was.”
“But Marc-”
I interrupted him with a kiss. Our last goodbye.
Over the next few days, I ignored all of Charlie’s calls. His texts. Instead, I kept busy at the house. Feeding cats, watching horror movies. Staring at the photos of Bjorn and I. Watching our videos. Drifting into the dream…
Finally, I got drunk (and horny) enough to fuck with the apps again. Naturally, my first selection was SexySwedes. Not necessarily to find a mate... Just some dick.
Well past midnight, I logged in. Felt the excitement creep back in. A brief reprieve from the grieving…
Until a text message distracted me. Charlie had sent me a message: Marc, please read the text. A message I read in his sexy deep voice.
But still I battled the urge. The desire to talk to the man that would’ve been Bjorn 2.0
Focusing on the app, I went to my profile. The pic and info were all still there. Only my inbox was empty. There were no matches at all… A first for me.
“What the Hell…” I said with a smirk.
I then navigated to the prize pool.. or cesspool depending on your definition. The same potential suitors were still there. The vast majority of them with negative reviews: He ugly, addicted 2 meth, dont date him, He’s an asshole. Again, I saw no one over a two out of five.
Apparently, not even me. Stunned, I clicked on my profile. Saw I had a whopping one out of five rating. Off five reviews!
“What the fuck!” I yelled in dismay.
Anger overtaking my buzz, I scrolled through the comments: Weirdo, He gave me the creeps, Fuckin creeeeppyyy, and the most unnerving one of all: *This guy is a cereal killer!1 Tried killin me on first date, bitch pulled a knife out! Keeping yall informed and warning u
The last one got me. These comments had been there for over a week. I now felt fear. A sickening grip to my stomach grew tighter. The type of fright I hadn’t felt since those first few nights without Bjorn.
Worst of all, I couldn’t see who left the reviews. Couldn’t hide them. I was helpless to this fucking app.
I know, I get it. I shouldn’t fucking care. This app was so obscure… So new and trashy. But there were no options for me. Imagine looking for an app for matches my age. Free apps. Specifically for Swedes! Then you’d understand my desperation. Not to mention my horror at being called a murderer and creep! This was my best chance at finding love from hot Swedish men and these assholes weren’t gonna stop me!
“Goddammit!” I cried with theatrical rage. I hurled my phone to the floor, right by Bjorn and I’s DVD collection. The outburst sending our cats sprinting in terror.
Less drunk and more calm, I spent the next day exploring all avenues to fix these dumbass reviews. There was nothing about SexySwedes on Google. Hell, the app didn’t even have its own site. No customer service. There was no fanfare. No on-line discussions. There was no way for me to even delete my account… Now anyone I knew in the real world could see those reviews. Imagine potential dates, any fineass guys I wanted to hook up with searching my name and finding this shit! This was a permanent cock block!
Pacing around the living room, I called up Geoffrey. Told him everything.
He sighed. “I told you the apps to use, Marc-”
“But I like Swedes! You know that!”
A vibration pierced my ear.
“I don’t know anything about this SexySwedes app,” Geoffrey said.
I confronted my phone. There was yet another text from Charlie: *Can we talk, please? I miss you, babe!” Yet another text I chose to ignore.
“But I’ve never heard of any damn app that lets you review… other people,” Geoffrey continued. “What kind of shit is that?”
Like a panicking crook, I ran a hand through my hair. Felt sweat run down my smooth skin. “I don’t know! But I didn’t meet five people on there! I don’t know who’s leaving the reviews.”
An uneasy tension spread between us.
“Well, did you?” Geoffrey asked.
“Did I what!” I yelled.
“Try to kill someone-”
“No!”
“I mean you like horror movies.”
“What the fuck, man!”
Getting defensive, I could hear Geoffrey stumble over his words. Always flustered when I put him on the spot. “Look, I know it’s been tough since Bjorn passed, Marc. It’s a fair question.”
I glanced down at the coffee table. At the booze… and many pills. Not to mention the cats encircling me. My only companions...
“Maybe you don’t remember or got mad at somebody,” Geoffrey said. “I mean it’s possible…”
Growing more nervous, I hesitated. Geoffrey had a point after all. “Well, what the Hell can I do to get rid of it!”
Geoffrey groaned. “I don’t know, Marc… Maybe somebody in IT?”
Another shrill vibration hit me. A new text from Charlie: I miss you, babe
I finally responded to my would-be boyfriend. Against my better judgment… but much to my heart’s delight.
Charlie was ecstatic. More amused than worried when it came to my dating app dilemma.
That afternoon, I swung by his house. The two of us then convened in his home office… Charlie still pale and handsome. Still so hot.
Dressed in a bathrobe, he handed me a cup of coffee.
I know I looked a hot mess. I hadn’t showered, had my hair in disarray. My tee shirt and jeans rumpled. But Charlie still eyed me with attraction rather than disgust.
Charlie sat that ass on his desk. His smile beaming through the dark room. “So you’re saying someone left some troll reviews?”
“Mm-hmm…” Here I was struggling to even talk beneath that smoldering spotlight.
“I, uh, don’t know much about SexySwedes.”
Trying to control the anxiety, I glanced around the office. Toward the two laptops, the Keurig. The David Bowie poster… and the psychedelic rug my knees were used to.
“Like I told you, I kinda just stumbled on it too,” Charlie said.
I put the coffee on the desk. Forced myself to face him. Forced myself to stop trembling. But I couldn’t stop the heavy heartbeat. “But how can I get rid of the comments?”
Smirking, Charlie stood up. His cool confidence already helped soothe me.
“Some of them have been there weeks,” I continued.
Charlie ran a hand along my arm. “Hey, it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”
I caved in. Both to the fear and lust. I gave Charlie a passionate hug. Right against his firm body.
“Oh, okay!” Charlie remarked. He rubbed my back in slow, steady strokes.
In those moments, I felt peace. As if I were back in my baby’s arms again. There was love and comfort. No different than how Bjorn held me...
“We’ll get it taken care of,” I heard Charlie say. “I promise.”
My eyes drifted down toward his desk. Beneath a few folders, I saw that familiar logo protruding out: SexySwedes. The words printed out in glorious red font. Even from here, I could tell there was more beneath it.
“What’s wrong?” I heard Charlie ask.
For once compelled to leave his body, I stumbled up toward the logo. Pushed those folders and books aside.
“Marc,” Charlie said, his voice low. The most vulnerable I ever heard him.
There on his desk were more SexySwedes notes and scribbles. A code.
I felt Charlie’s hand grab my shoulder. His grip still gentle. “I can explain,” he said.
But I didn’t respond. Not yet. I looked through those codes. Different pages showed photos of so many men from other apps. Faces I recognized off SexySwedes. Faces that never belonged on there.
I then read through comments created just for the app. Bad reviews. Including the ones directed at me… None of them real.
Then a block of text stunned me: SexySwedes Created By: Charlie Glover
“I’m sorry,” I heard Charlie say, his voice still sincere. Still sympathetic. “I only did it cause I love you, Marc.”
Fueled by curiosity, I got closer to the final few pages. The adrenaline built inside me. Not from dread but excitement. Exhilaration. I got hot…
There were several pictures of me. Ones Charlie kept hidden all along. Ones taken long before I ever met him. Well before I joined the very app he created.
“You created it…” I said. Cracking a smile, I confronted my newfound love. My relief and romance colliding inside. “You made the app?”
Put on the spot, Charlie gave me a weak nod. His shame obvious. Never had he looked so nervous. “I’m sorry…”
“So none of those comments were true?”
“No.” Charlie bit his lip. Even as I draped my hands around his neck. “I… just wanted to get to know you, Marc. That’s all.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. His actions were creepy, sure… but cute. Fuck it, I was flattered. Turned on. I knew Charlie had to feel my thumping pulse. My joy. Not to mention my throbbing erection.
“I didn’t know any other way to get your attention-” Charlie started.
I interrupted him with a kiss. Charlie and I the first successful couple in SexySwedes history.
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Losing the love of your life would affect anyone. And I was no exception. Bjorn and I’d been together for well over ten years... A decade of bliss now gone to despair.
Bjorn was a tall Swede. Complete with intelligence, accent, and an ass and dick to spare. His chiseled good looks and blue eyes captivated me from the start. Up until the day he died from an aneurysm. And now Bjorn’s gorgeous features haunted my dreams... The few times I felt joy in this cold, distant world.
I’d lost weight since he passed. Both from stress and sadness. About the only good thing to come out of this personal tragedy.
And now I stayed home every night. Alone in a fortress of horror movies and countless cats. My only companions at this point. Besides the pills. Like a haunted castle, the house of Bjorn and I reeked of desolation. Loneliness. I couldn’t escape our framed photos. Our shared love of weird feline figurines. I didn’t want to really… They were all I had left of him and our gorgeous memories.
I worked from home so never got out much. This suburban prison perfect for my misery. To think at one point, I was the life of the party. The outgoing smartass to Bjorn’s reserved professor. Now I was the gay male equivalent to a cat lady…
Until one day my close friend Geoffrey talked me off the loneliness ledge. He was my old flame turned confidante. His advice usually sound. And here he was the one talking me into trying modern romance: dating apps.
I took his advice. I told the world who I was on Tinder, Bumble… and yes, even Grindr. Hell, I even used Marc, my real name. I wasn’t here to catfish… just to try and move on. I knew Bjorn still would’ve wanted me to considering I was only forty-four. Regardless of all the weight loss and stress, I was still attractive.
All these bios and decisions were tough. I mentioned I was Filipino. A horror movie fan. And to honor Bjorn, I chose my most scholarly photo: me in my wire-rimmed glasses and tweed single-breasted jacket. My dark coiffed combover. Of course, I mentioned I was a kinky bottom as well.
There was a thrill with each app. I enjoyed the attention, the compliments. All the conversations with these gay caricatures: the twinks, the bears, the “straight” jocks. The variety of sexy ethnicities. There were white guys, black guys, Latinos. I didn’t discriminate against beauty.
But nothing went anywhere. Sure, I was popular. It was fun playing the cute older Filipino freak. But aside from some fun sexting and video chats, I felt no human connection. Hell, I had deeper conversations with my cats at this point. Or inside my own crazy mind!
So yeah, everyone got masturbation material. The majority of the reason why Millennials use these things, I figured. But If I wanted to just look at ass and dicks all day or show off my own, I’d just go on Reddit. You know. The quick, efficient way.
I also noticed a disturbing trend... A harrowing realization that I was one of very few forty-year-olds using Tinder and Bumble. One of the very few who wasn’t a serial killer or ugly as shit, that is. And there was still an empty void on these sites: where were the fucking Swedes?
Call it a fetish to be an asshole or my type to be polite, but my lurid lust for Swedish men compelled me. It consumed me!
Growing more frustrated, I continued this app adventure. Going through the more obscure ones like an explorer journeying into a most mysterious wilderness. Sitting on my living room couch, surrounded by cats and pictures of Bjorn and I’s happy past, I scanned the list. My glass of wine no relief to the rising irritation.
Every fucking fetish was well-represented. Every race, every gender. Even sites geared toward scat play, shitting, and farting. Just nothing specifically for Swedes! What the fuck!
But deep down, I knew beggars can’t be choosers. Here I was unable to find a free app for us forty-somethings. At a loss for how to find someone close to my age who at least attempted to be attractive. Much less not be terrifying...
I took another annoyed sip. Gazed off at the flatscreen. At 2014’s Creep... One of Bjorn and I’s favorites.
The memories moved me. Both good and bad. Bittersweet bullets into my soul.
Turning, I forced myself back to my phone. Toward this futile search fueled by a lonely man’s heartbreak and horniness.
Then there was the March miracle. The one I’d been waiting for: a new app was at the bottom of the search pile. SexySwedes read the icon’s big red letters. A New Modern Dating App For Mature Crowds I tapped the icon in a frenzy. The most excitement I felt since Bjorn and I’s late Friday nights in the sack.
Everything got more promising. Sure, there were pics of hot Swedish men who were real on screen but likely bots behind keyboards. But there was the free price tag. The thirty-five and older age requirement. And most of all, the app’s real hook: Introducing Our New Review Feature: Comments And Observations Made After Dates
What the fuck, I thought to myself. Somewhere between disgusted by our dwindling human condition… yet allured by this Amazon of dating. Customer reviews toward… human beings? But fuck, the promise of hot, muscular Swedes was too much. I downloaded that shit in a heartbeat.
I toured the terrain. To my surprise, Americus, Georgia was apparently America’s Stockholm. I wasn’t buying this cash grab exploiting us Swede addicts until I read the reviews. The barbs directed at almost every guy here, both Swedish and American. No reviews were over two out of five stars. In fact, most of them stayed at one or zero. Complete with nice zingers like: Uglier in person, broke ass shit, useless!1 and his breath stank, Cattfish. dis uglyass bitch fat, lied about dick dic tiny, Not a Swede. This was a woman and an ugly one.
I figured no site would air these freakshows out for everyone to see. Not one trying to scam desperate lonelyhearts anyway. So I navigated through this sea of shit. At the very least, entertained by all the negative reviews.
And then I saw Charlie. With just over three-and-a-half stars, Charlie was just the man I was looking for: a perfect Swede… much like Bjorn. The reviews were positive. Not that I cared at this point... His profile pic had him holding a cute cat for Christ’s sake!
I sent the first message. Much to my relief, Charlie replied quick. We hit it off immediately. Exchanged pics. Exchanged personalities. Charlie was a computer programmer and only a few years younger than me. The shot at a realistic romance was becoming all the more apparent. Even on such a strange app...
Playing the cute geek to perfection, Charlie wore glasses. Had spiked brown hair. Weird fashion. At 5'10, maybe he was a little less lean than Bjorn but Charlie still had the big dick and booty to make up for it. And above all, he was just genuine. Charming. The first guy I talked to my age that came without creep vibes… much less literal red flags.
We met in person soon. And for the first time since Bjorn, I felt excitement. Hope. The closest to Bjorn’s goofy charm I could find. I now felt alive. Not to mention hot...
Together, we toured Americus. The romantic spots, the restaurants. Over in Plains, we shared our first kiss. I led the charge, of course. I went straight for Charlie’s mouth, my face pressing against his pointed nose. Our chemistry was explosive. The sex fantastic. Finally, I felt a connection. And fuck, at this point, even our cats got along.
We took turns spending the night at each other’s houses. Mine in suburbia, Charlie’s out in the country. The relationship grew stronger, the bond deeper. And deep down, I knew Bjorn would approve.
But the app still lingered. I checked SexySwedes from time to time. Not for a fuck buddy or sext buddy. Just out of amusement. A compulsion. Yeah, the guys were hot… but how’d I end up with the only one over two stars? I get I was attractive but I wasn’t a conventionally fine hottie… Still, I wasn’t worried. I was happy. Charlie and I had a chance.
We got closer. Only I got more hesitant. Bjorn wanted me to move on… He even told me so. But this didn’t feel right. Not being this happy without him. Not this level of joy. Maybe I should’ve considered happiness normal. Common in the real world… but man, it was tough. Especially considering my best memories came with Bjorn and Bjorn only.
I ended up breaking up with Charlie. I just wasn’t ready. Not emotionally. Or maybe I was too scared... Too afraid our new love would obfuscate my old one. Truly bury Bjorn.
Either way, I ended it. A beautiful romance halted before it could fully blossom. Hey, at least, I did it in person.
At the downtown square, Charlie shook his head in sadness. The overcast day setting a mood neither of us wanted. But a funeral I felt was necessary.
“But Marc…” he started.
I couldn’t say much. Behind the glasses, I felt tears forming.
“I thought we were doing great,” Charlie said.
Conflicted, I stepped beside one of the small trees. Cowering from my own cowardness. Bjorn wouldn’t have been proud.
Charlie grabbed my shoulder. A soft touch. “Is it something I did?”
Like a sentimental soap opera that felt all too real, I faced him. “No.” The pain squeezed my soul. “I’m just not ready for this.” I took a step back. The March breeze whipping through my coat. “I never was.”
“But Marc-”
I interrupted him with a kiss. Our last goodbye.
Over the next few days, I ignored all of Charlie’s calls. His texts. Instead, I kept busy at the house. Feeding cats, watching horror movies. Staring at the photos of Bjorn and I. Watching our videos. Drifting into the dream…
Finally, I got drunk (and horny) enough to fuck with the apps again. Naturally, my first selection was SexySwedes. Not necessarily to find a mate... Just some dick.
Well past midnight, I logged in. Felt the excitement creep back in. A brief reprieve from the grieving…
Until a text message distracted me. Charlie had sent me a message: Marc, please read the text. A message I read in his sexy deep voice.
But still I battled the urge. The desire to talk to the man that would’ve been Bjorn 2.0
Focusing on the app, I went to my profile. The pic and info were all still there. Only my inbox was empty. There were no matches at all… A first for me.
“What the Hell…” I said with a smirk.
I then navigated to the prize pool.. or cesspool depending on your definition. The same potential suitors were still there. The vast majority of them with negative reviews: He ugly, addicted 2 meth, dont date him, He’s an asshole. Again, I saw no one over a two out of five.
Apparently, not even me. Stunned, I clicked on my profile. Saw I had a whopping one out of five rating. Off five reviews!
“What the fuck!” I yelled in dismay.
Anger overtaking my buzz, I scrolled through the comments: Weirdo, He gave me the creeps, Fuckin creeeeppyyy, and the most unnerving one of all: *This guy is a cereal killer!1 Tried killin me on first date, bitch pulled a knife out! Keeping yall informed and warning u
The last one got me. These comments had been there for over a week. I now felt fear. A sickening grip to my stomach grew tighter. The type of fright I hadn’t felt since those first few nights without Bjorn.
Worst of all, I couldn’t see who left the reviews. Couldn’t hide them. I was helpless to this fucking app.
I know, I get it. I shouldn’t fucking care. This app was so obscure… So new and trashy. But there were no options for me. Imagine looking for an app for matches my age. Free apps. Specifically for Swedes! Then you’d understand my desperation. Not to mention my horror at being called a murderer and creep! This was my best chance at finding love from hot Swedish men and these assholes weren’t gonna stop me!
“Goddammit!” I cried with theatrical rage. I hurled my phone to the floor, right by Bjorn and I’s DVD collection. The outburst sending our cats sprinting in terror.
Less drunk and more calm, I spent the next day exploring all avenues to fix these dumbass reviews. There was nothing about SexySwedes on Google. Hell, the app didn’t even have its own site. No customer service. There was no fanfare. No on-line discussions. There was no way for me to even delete my account… Now anyone I knew in the real world could see those reviews. Imagine potential dates, any fineass guys I wanted to hook up with searching my name and finding this shit! This was a permanent cock block!
Pacing around the living room, I called up Geoffrey. Told him everything.
He sighed. “I told you the apps to use, Marc-”
“But I like Swedes! You know that!”
A vibration pierced my ear.
“I don’t know anything about this SexySwedes app,” Geoffrey said.
I confronted my phone. There was yet another text from Charlie: *Can we talk, please? I miss you, babe!” Yet another text I chose to ignore.
“But I’ve never heard of any damn app that lets you review… other people,” Geoffrey continued. “What kind of shit is that?”
Like a panicking crook, I ran a hand through my hair. Felt sweat run down my smooth skin. “I don’t know! But I didn’t meet five people on there! I don’t know who’s leaving the reviews.”
An uneasy tension spread between us.
“Well, did you?” Geoffrey asked.
“Did I what!” I yelled.
“Try to kill someone-”
“No!”
“I mean you like horror movies.”
“What the fuck, man!”
Getting defensive, I could hear Geoffrey stumble over his words. Always flustered when I put him on the spot. “Look, I know it’s been tough since Bjorn passed, Marc. It’s a fair question.”
I glanced down at the coffee table. At the booze… and many pills. Not to mention the cats encircling me. My only companions...
“Maybe you don’t remember or got mad at somebody,” Geoffrey said. “I mean it’s possible…”
Growing more nervous, I hesitated. Geoffrey had a point after all. “Well, what the Hell can I do to get rid of it!”
Geoffrey groaned. “I don’t know, Marc… Maybe somebody in IT?”
Another shrill vibration hit me. A new text from Charlie: I miss you, babe
I finally responded to my would-be boyfriend. Against my better judgment… but much to my heart’s delight.
Charlie was ecstatic. More amused than worried when it came to my dating app dilemma.
That afternoon, I swung by his house. The two of us then convened in his home office… Charlie still pale and handsome. Still so hot.
Dressed in a bathrobe, he handed me a cup of coffee.
I know I looked a hot mess. I hadn’t showered, had my hair in disarray. My tee shirt and jeans rumpled. But Charlie still eyed me with attraction rather than disgust.
Charlie sat that ass on his desk. His smile beaming through the dark room. “So you’re saying someone left some troll reviews?”
“Mm-hmm…” Here I was struggling to even talk beneath that smoldering spotlight.
“I, uh, don’t know much about SexySwedes.”
Trying to control the anxiety, I glanced around the office. Toward the two laptops, the Keurig. The David Bowie poster… and the psychedelic rug my knees were used to.
“Like I told you, I kinda just stumbled on it too,” Charlie said.
I put the coffee on the desk. Forced myself to face him. Forced myself to stop trembling. But I couldn’t stop the heavy heartbeat. “But how can I get rid of the comments?”
Smirking, Charlie stood up. His cool confidence already helped soothe me.
“Some of them have been there weeks,” I continued.
Charlie ran a hand along my arm. “Hey, it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”
I caved in. Both to the fear and lust. I gave Charlie a passionate hug. Right against his firm body.
“Oh, okay!” Charlie remarked. He rubbed my back in slow, steady strokes.
In those moments, I felt peace. As if I were back in my baby’s arms again. There was love and comfort. No different than how Bjorn held me...
“We’ll get it taken care of,” I heard Charlie say. “I promise.”
My eyes drifted down toward his desk. Beneath a few folders, I saw that familiar logo protruding out: SexySwedes. The words printed out in glorious red font. Even from here, I could tell there was more beneath it.
“What’s wrong?” I heard Charlie ask.
For once compelled to leave his body, I stumbled up toward the logo. Pushed those folders and books aside.
“Marc,” Charlie said, his voice low. The most vulnerable I ever heard him.
There on his desk were more SexySwedes notes and scribbles. A code.
I felt Charlie’s hand grab my shoulder. His grip still gentle. “I can explain,” he said.
But I didn’t respond. Not yet. I looked through those codes. Different pages showed photos of so many men from other apps. Faces I recognized off SexySwedes. Faces that never belonged on there.
I then read through comments created just for the app. Bad reviews. Including the ones directed at me… None of them real.
Then a block of text stunned me: SexySwedes Created By: Charlie Glover
“I’m sorry,” I heard Charlie say, his voice still sincere. Still sympathetic. “I only did it cause I love you, Marc.”
Fueled by curiosity, I got closer to the final few pages. The adrenaline built inside me. Not from dread but excitement. Exhilaration. I got hot…
There were several pictures of me. Ones Charlie kept hidden all along. Ones taken long before I ever met him. Well before I joined the very app he created.
“You created it…” I said. Cracking a smile, I confronted my newfound love. My relief and romance colliding inside. “You made the app?”
Put on the spot, Charlie gave me a weak nod. His shame obvious. Never had he looked so nervous. “I’m sorry…”
“So none of those comments were true?”
“No.” Charlie bit his lip. Even as I draped my hands around his neck. “I… just wanted to get to know you, Marc. That’s all.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. His actions were creepy, sure… but cute. Fuck it, I was flattered. Turned on. I knew Charlie had to feel my thumping pulse. My joy. Not to mention my throbbing erection.
“I didn’t know any other way to get your attention-” Charlie started.
I interrupted him with a kiss. Charlie and I the first successful couple in SexySwedes history.
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Losing the love of your life would affect anyone. And I was no exception. Bjorn and I’d been together for well over ten years... A decade of bliss now gone to despair.
Bjorn was a tall Swede. Complete with intelligence, accent, and an ass and dick to spare. His chiseled good looks and blue eyes captivated me from the start. Up until the day he died from an aneurysm. And now Bjorn’s gorgeous features haunted my dreams... The few times I felt joy in this cold, distant world.
I’d lost weight since he passed. Both from stress and sadness. About the only good thing to come out of this personal tragedy.
And now I stayed home every night. Alone in a fortress of horror movies and countless cats. My only companions at this point. Besides the pills. Like a haunted castle, the house of Bjorn and I reeked of desolation. Loneliness. I couldn’t escape our framed photos. Our shared love of weird feline figurines. I didn’t want to really… They were all I had left of him and our gorgeous memories.
I worked from home so never got out much. This suburban prison perfect for my misery. To think at one point, I was the life of the party. The outgoing smartass to Bjorn’s reserved professor. Now I was the gay male equivalent to a cat lady…
Until one day my close friend Geoffrey talked me off the loneliness ledge. He was my old flame turned confidante. His advice usually sound. And here he was the one talking me into trying modern romance: dating apps.
I took his advice. I told the world who I was on Tinder, Bumble… and yes, even Grindr. Hell, I even used Marc, my real name. I wasn’t here to catfish… just to try and move on. I knew Bjorn still would’ve wanted me to considering I was only forty-four. Regardless of all the weight loss and stress, I was still attractive.
All these bios and decisions were tough. I mentioned I was Filipino. A horror movie fan. And to honor Bjorn, I chose my most scholarly photo: me in my wire-rimmed glasses and tweed single-breasted jacket. My dark coiffed combover. Of course, I mentioned I was a kinky bottom as well.
There was a thrill with each app. I enjoyed the attention, the compliments. All the conversations with these gay caricatures: the twinks, the bears, the “straight” jocks. The variety of sexy ethnicities. There were white guys, black guys, Latinos. I didn’t discriminate against beauty.
But nothing went anywhere. Sure, I was popular. It was fun playing the cute older Filipino freak. But aside from some fun sexting and video chats, I felt no human connection. Hell, I had deeper conversations with my cats at this point. Or inside my own crazy mind!
So yeah, everyone got masturbation material. The majority of the reason why Millennials use these things, I figured. But If I wanted to just look at ass and dicks all day or show off my own, I’d just go on Reddit. You know. The quick, efficient way.
I also noticed a disturbing trend... A harrowing realization that I was one of very few forty-year-olds using Tinder and Bumble. One of the very few who wasn’t a serial killer or ugly as shit, that is. And there was still an empty void on these sites: where were the fucking Swedes?
Call it a fetish to be an asshole or my type to be polite, but my lurid lust for Swedish men compelled me. It consumed me!
Growing more frustrated, I continued this app adventure. Going through the more obscure ones like an explorer journeying into a most mysterious wilderness. Sitting on my living room couch, surrounded by cats and pictures of Bjorn and I’s happy past, I scanned the list. My glass of wine no relief to the rising irritation.
Every fucking fetish was well-represented. Every race, every gender. Even sites geared toward scat play, shitting, and farting. Just nothing specifically for Swedes! What the fuck!
But deep down, I knew beggars can’t be choosers. Here I was unable to find a free app for us forty-somethings. At a loss for how to find someone close to my age who at least attempted to be attractive. Much less not be terrifying...
I took another annoyed sip. Gazed off at the flatscreen. At 2014’s Creep... One of Bjorn and I’s favorites.
The memories moved me. Both good and bad. Bittersweet bullets into my soul.
Turning, I forced myself back to my phone. Toward this futile search fueled by a lonely man’s heartbreak and horniness.
Then there was the March miracle. The one I’d been waiting for: a new app was at the bottom of the search pile. SexySwedes read the icon’s big red letters. A New Modern Dating App For Mature Crowds I tapped the icon in a frenzy. The most excitement I felt since Bjorn and I’s late Friday nights in the sack.
Everything got more promising. Sure, there were pics of hot Swedish men who were real on screen but likely bots behind keyboards. But there was the free price tag. The thirty-five and older age requirement. And most of all, the app’s real hook: Introducing Our New Review Feature: Comments And Observations Made After Dates
What the fuck, I thought to myself. Somewhere between disgusted by our dwindling human condition… yet allured by this Amazon of dating. Customer reviews toward… human beings? But fuck, the promise of hot, muscular Swedes was too much. I downloaded that shit in a heartbeat.
I toured the terrain. To my surprise, Americus, Georgia was apparently America’s Stockholm. I wasn’t buying this cash grab exploiting us Swede addicts until I read the reviews. The barbs directed at almost every guy here, both Swedish and American. No reviews were over two out of five stars. In fact, most of them stayed at one or zero. Complete with nice zingers like: Uglier in person, broke ass shit, useless!1 and his breath stank, Cattfish. dis uglyass bitch fat, lied about dick dic tiny, Not a Swede. This was a woman and an ugly one.
I figured no site would air these freakshows out for everyone to see. Not one trying to scam desperate lonelyhearts anyway. So I navigated through this sea of shit. At the very least, entertained by all the negative reviews.
And then I saw Charlie. With just over three-and-a-half stars, Charlie was just the man I was looking for: a perfect Swede… much like Bjorn. The reviews were positive. Not that I cared at this point... His profile pic had him holding a cute cat for Christ’s sake!
I sent the first message. Much to my relief, Charlie replied quick. We hit it off immediately. Exchanged pics. Exchanged personalities. Charlie was a computer programmer and only a few years younger than me. The shot at a realistic romance was becoming all the more apparent. Even on such a strange app...
Playing the cute geek to perfection, Charlie wore glasses. Had spiked brown hair. Weird fashion. At 5'10, maybe he was a little less lean than Bjorn but Charlie still had the big dick and booty to make up for it. And above all, he was just genuine. Charming. The first guy I talked to my age that came without creep vibes… much less literal red flags.
We met in person soon. And for the first time since Bjorn, I felt excitement. Hope. The closest to Bjorn’s goofy charm I could find. I now felt alive. Not to mention hot...
Together, we toured Americus. The romantic spots, the restaurants. Over in Plains, we shared our first kiss. I led the charge, of course. I went straight for Charlie’s mouth, my face pressing against his pointed nose. Our chemistry was explosive. The sex fantastic. Finally, I felt a connection. And fuck, at this point, even our cats got along.
We took turns spending the night at each other’s houses. Mine in suburbia, Charlie’s out in the country. The relationship grew stronger, the bond deeper. And deep down, I knew Bjorn would approve.
But the app still lingered. I checked SexySwedes from time to time. Not for a fuck buddy or sext buddy. Just out of amusement. A compulsion. Yeah, the guys were hot… but how’d I end up with the only one over two stars? I get I was attractive but I wasn’t a conventionally fine hottie… Still, I wasn’t worried. I was happy. Charlie and I had a chance.
We got closer. Only I got more hesitant. Bjorn wanted me to move on… He even told me so. But this didn’t feel right. Not being this happy without him. Not this level of joy. Maybe I should’ve considered happiness normal. Common in the real world… but man, it was tough. Especially considering my best memories came with Bjorn and Bjorn only.
I ended up breaking up with Charlie. I just wasn’t ready. Not emotionally. Or maybe I was too scared... Too afraid our new love would obfuscate my old one. Truly bury Bjorn.
Either way, I ended it. A beautiful romance halted before it could fully blossom. Hey, at least, I did it in person.
At the downtown square, Charlie shook his head in sadness. The overcast day setting a mood neither of us wanted. But a funeral I felt was necessary.
“But Marc…” he started.
I couldn’t say much. Behind the glasses, I felt tears forming.
“I thought we were doing great,” Charlie said.
Conflicted, I stepped beside one of the small trees. Cowering from my own cowardness. Bjorn wouldn’t have been proud.
Charlie grabbed my shoulder. A soft touch. “Is it something I did?”
Like a sentimental soap opera that felt all too real, I faced him. “No.” The pain squeezed my soul. “I’m just not ready for this.” I took a step back. The March breeze whipping through my coat. “I never was.”
“But Marc-”
I interrupted him with a kiss. Our last goodbye.
Over the next few days, I ignored all of Charlie’s calls. His texts. Instead, I kept busy at the house. Feeding cats, watching horror movies. Staring at the photos of Bjorn and I. Watching our videos. Drifting into the dream…
Finally, I got drunk (and horny) enough to fuck with the apps again. Naturally, my first selection was SexySwedes. Not necessarily to find a mate... Just some dick.
Well past midnight, I logged in. Felt the excitement creep back in. A brief reprieve from the grieving…
Until a text message distracted me. Charlie had sent me a message: Marc, please read the text. A message I read in his sexy deep voice.
But still I battled the urge. The desire to talk to the man that would’ve been Bjorn 2.0
Focusing on the app, I went to my profile. The pic and info were all still there. Only my inbox was empty. There were no matches at all… A first for me.
“What the Hell…” I said with a smirk.
I then navigated to the prize pool.. or cesspool depending on your definition. The same potential suitors were still there. The vast majority of them with negative reviews: He ugly, addicted 2 meth, dont date him, He’s an asshole. Again, I saw no one over a two out of five.
Apparently, not even me. Stunned, I clicked on my profile. Saw I had a whopping one out of five rating. Off five reviews!
“What the fuck!” I yelled in dismay.
Anger overtaking my buzz, I scrolled through the comments: Weirdo, He gave me the creeps, Fuckin creeeeppyyy, and the most unnerving one of all: *This guy is a cereal killer!1 Tried killin me on first date, bitch pulled a knife out! Keeping yall informed and warning u
The last one got me. These comments had been there for over a week. I now felt fear. A sickening grip to my stomach grew tighter. The type of fright I hadn’t felt since those first few nights without Bjorn.
Worst of all, I couldn’t see who left the reviews. Couldn’t hide them. I was helpless to this fucking app.
I know, I get it. I shouldn’t fucking care. This app was so obscure… So new and trashy. But there were no options for me. Imagine looking for an app for matches my age. Free apps. Specifically for Swedes! Then you’d understand my desperation. Not to mention my horror at being called a murderer and creep! This was my best chance at finding love from hot Swedish men and these assholes weren’t gonna stop me!
“Goddammit!” I cried with theatrical rage. I hurled my phone to the floor, right by Bjorn and I’s DVD collection. The outburst sending our cats sprinting in terror.
Less drunk and more calm, I spent the next day exploring all avenues to fix these dumbass reviews. There was nothing about SexySwedes on Google. Hell, the app didn’t even have its own site. No customer service. There was no fanfare. No on-line discussions. There was no way for me to even delete my account… Now anyone I knew in the real world could see those reviews. Imagine potential dates, any fineass guys I wanted to hook up with searching my name and finding this shit! This was a permanent cock block!
Pacing around the living room, I called up Geoffrey. Told him everything.
He sighed. “I told you the apps to use, Marc-”
“But I like Swedes! You know that!”
A vibration pierced my ear.
“I don’t know anything about this SexySwedes app,” Geoffrey said.
I confronted my phone. There was yet another text from Charlie: *Can we talk, please? I miss you, babe!” Yet another text I chose to ignore.
“But I’ve never heard of any damn app that lets you review… other people,” Geoffrey continued. “What kind of shit is that?”
Like a panicking crook, I ran a hand through my hair. Felt sweat run down my smooth skin. “I don’t know! But I didn’t meet five people on there! I don’t know who’s leaving the reviews.”
An uneasy tension spread between us.
“Well, did you?” Geoffrey asked.
“Did I what!” I yelled.
“Try to kill someone-”
“No!”
“I mean you like horror movies.”
“What the fuck, man!”
Getting defensive, I could hear Geoffrey stumble over his words. Always flustered when I put him on the spot. “Look, I know it’s been tough since Bjorn passed, Marc. It’s a fair question.”
I glanced down at the coffee table. At the booze… and many pills. Not to mention the cats encircling me. My only companions...
“Maybe you don’t remember or got mad at somebody,” Geoffrey said. “I mean it’s possible…”
Growing more nervous, I hesitated. Geoffrey had a point after all. “Well, what the Hell can I do to get rid of it!”
Geoffrey groaned. “I don’t know, Marc… Maybe somebody in IT?”
Another shrill vibration hit me. A new text from Charlie: I miss you, babe
I finally responded to my would-be boyfriend. Against my better judgment… but much to my heart’s delight.
Charlie was ecstatic. More amused than worried when it came to my dating app dilemma.
That afternoon, I swung by his house. The two of us then convened in his home office… Charlie still pale and handsome. Still so hot.
Dressed in a bathrobe, he handed me a cup of coffee.
I know I looked a hot mess. I hadn’t showered, had my hair in disarray. My tee shirt and jeans rumpled. But Charlie still eyed me with attraction rather than disgust.
Charlie sat that ass on his desk. His smile beaming through the dark room. “So you’re saying someone left some troll reviews?”
“Mm-hmm…” Here I was struggling to even talk beneath that smoldering spotlight.
“I, uh, don’t know much about SexySwedes.”
Trying to control the anxiety, I glanced around the office. Toward the two laptops, the Keurig. The David Bowie poster… and the psychedelic rug my knees were used to.
“Like I told you, I kinda just stumbled on it too,” Charlie said.
I put the coffee on the desk. Forced myself to face him. Forced myself to stop trembling. But I couldn’t stop the heavy heartbeat. “But how can I get rid of the comments?”
Smirking, Charlie stood up. His cool confidence already helped soothe me.
“Some of them have been there weeks,” I continued.
Charlie ran a hand along my arm. “Hey, it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”
I caved in. Both to the fear and lust. I gave Charlie a passionate hug. Right against his firm body.
“Oh, okay!” Charlie remarked. He rubbed my back in slow, steady strokes.
In those moments, I felt peace. As if I were back in my baby’s arms again. There was love and comfort. No different than how Bjorn held me...
“We’ll get it taken care of,” I heard Charlie say. “I promise.”
My eyes drifted down toward his desk. Beneath a few folders, I saw that familiar logo protruding out: SexySwedes. The words printed out in glorious red font. Even from here, I could tell there was more beneath it.
“What’s wrong?” I heard Charlie ask.
For once compelled to leave his body, I stumbled up toward the logo. Pushed those folders and books aside.
“Marc,” Charlie said, his voice low. The most vulnerable I ever heard him.
There on his desk were more SexySwedes notes and scribbles. A code.
I felt Charlie’s hand grab my shoulder. His grip still gentle. “I can explain,” he said.
But I didn’t respond. Not yet. I looked through those codes. Different pages showed photos of so many men from other apps. Faces I recognized off SexySwedes. Faces that never belonged on there.
I then read through comments created just for the app. Bad reviews. Including the ones directed at me… None of them real.
Then a block of text stunned me: SexySwedes Created By: Charlie Glover
“I’m sorry,” I heard Charlie say, his voice still sincere. Still sympathetic. “I only did it cause I love you, Marc.”
Fueled by curiosity, I got closer to the final few pages. The adrenaline built inside me. Not from dread but excitement. Exhilaration. I got hot…
There were several pictures of me. Ones Charlie kept hidden all along. Ones taken long before I ever met him. Well before I joined the very app he created.
“You created it…” I said. Cracking a smile, I confronted my newfound love. My relief and romance colliding inside. “You made the app?”
Put on the spot, Charlie gave me a weak nod. His shame obvious. Never had he looked so nervous. “I’m sorry…”
“So none of those comments were true?”
“No.” Charlie bit his lip. Even as I draped my hands around his neck. “I… just wanted to get to know you, Marc. That’s all.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. His actions were creepy, sure… but cute. Fuck it, I was flattered. Turned on. I knew Charlie had to feel my thumping pulse. My joy. Not to mention my throbbing erection.
“I didn’t know any other way to get your attention-” Charlie started.
I interrupted him with a kiss. Charlie and I the first successful couple in SexySwedes history.
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2020.03.24 16:31 rhonnie14 I Found A Dating App That Lets You Review People

Losing the love of your life would affect anyone. And I was no exception. Bjorn and I’d been together for well over ten years... A decade of bliss now gone to despair.
Bjorn was a tall Swede. Complete with intelligence, accent, and an ass and dick to spare. His chiseled good looks and blue eyes captivated me from the start. Up until the day he died from an aneurysm. And now Bjorn’s gorgeous features haunted my dreams... The few times I felt joy in this cold, distant world.
I’d lost weight since he passed. Both from stress and sadness. About the only good thing to come out of this personal tragedy.
And now I stayed home every night. Alone in a fortress of horror movies and countless cats. My only companions at this point. Besides the pills. Like a haunted castle, the house of Bjorn and I reeked of desolation. Loneliness. I couldn’t escape our framed photos. Our shared love of weird feline figurines. I didn’t want to really… They were all I had left of him and our gorgeous memories.
I worked from home so never got out much. This suburban prison perfect for my misery. To think at one point, I was the life of the party. The outgoing smartass to Bjorn’s reserved professor. Now I was the gay male equivalent to a cat lady…
Until one day my close friend Geoffrey talked me off the loneliness ledge. He was my old flame turned confidante. His advice usually sound. And here he was the one talking me into trying modern romance: dating apps.
I took his advice. I told the world who I was on Tinder, Bumble… and yes, even Grindr. Hell, I even used Marc, my real name. I wasn’t here to catfish… just to try and move on. I knew Bjorn still would’ve wanted me to considering I was only forty-four. Regardless of all the weight loss and stress, I was still attractive.
All these bios and decisions were tough. I mentioned I was Filipino. A horror movie fan. And to honor Bjorn, I chose my most scholarly photo: me in my wire-rimmed glasses and tweed single-breasted jacket. My dark coiffed combover. Of course, I mentioned I was a kinky bottom as well.
There was a thrill with each app. I enjoyed the attention, the compliments. All the conversations with these gay caricatures: the twinks, the bears, the “straight” jocks. The variety of sexy ethnicities. There were white guys, black guys, Latinos. I didn’t discriminate against beauty.
But nothing went anywhere. Sure, I was popular. It was fun playing the cute older Filipino freak. But aside from some fun sexting and video chats, I felt no human connection. Hell, I had deeper conversations with my cats at this point. Or inside my own crazy mind!
So yeah, everyone got masturbation material. The majority of the reason why Millennials use these things, I figured. But If I wanted to just look at ass and dicks all day or show off my own, I’d just go on Reddit. You know. The quick, efficient way.
I also noticed a disturbing trend... A harrowing realization that I was one of very few forty-year-olds using Tinder and Bumble. One of the very few who wasn’t a serial killer or ugly as shit, that is. And there was still an empty void on these sites: where were the fucking Swedes?
Call it a fetish to be an asshole or my type to be polite, but my lurid lust for Swedish men compelled me. It consumed me!
Growing more frustrated, I continued this app adventure. Going through the more obscure ones like an explorer journeying into a most mysterious wilderness. Sitting on my living room couch, surrounded by cats and pictures of Bjorn and I’s happy past, I scanned the list. My glass of wine no relief to the rising irritation.
Every fucking fetish was well-represented. Every race, every gender. Even sites geared toward scat play, shitting, and farting. Just nothing specifically for Swedes! What the fuck!
But deep down, I knew beggars can’t be choosers. Here I was unable to find a free app for us forty-somethings. At a loss for how to find someone close to my age who at least attempted to be attractive. Much less not be terrifying...
I took another annoyed sip. Gazed off at the flatscreen. At 2014’s Creep... One of Bjorn and I’s favorites.
The memories moved me. Both good and bad. Bittersweet bullets into my soul.
Turning, I forced myself back to my phone. Toward this futile search fueled by a lonely man’s heartbreak and horniness.
Then there was the March miracle. The one I’d been waiting for: a new app was at the bottom of the search pile. SexySwedes read the icon’s big red letters. A New Modern Dating App For Mature Crowds I tapped the icon in a frenzy. The most excitement I felt since Bjorn and I’s late Friday nights in the sack.
Everything got more promising. Sure, there were pics of hot Swedish men who were real on screen but likely bots behind keyboards. But there was the free price tag. The thirty-five and older age requirement. And most of all, the app’s real hook: Introducing Our New Review Feature: Comments And Observations Made After Dates
What the fuck, I thought to myself. Somewhere between disgusted by our dwindling human condition… yet allured by this Amazon of dating. Customer reviews toward… human beings? But fuck, the promise of hot, muscular Swedes was too much. I downloaded that shit in a heartbeat.
I toured the terrain. To my surprise, Americus, Georgia was apparently America’s Stockholm. I wasn’t buying this cash grab exploiting us Swede addicts until I read the reviews. The barbs directed at almost every guy here, both Swedish and American. No reviews were over two out of five stars. In fact, most of them stayed at one or zero. Complete with nice zingers like: Uglier in person, broke ass shit, useless!1 and his breath stank, Cattfish. dis uglyass bitch fat, lied about dick dic tiny, Not a Swede. This was a woman and an ugly one.
I figured no site would air these freakshows out for everyone to see. Not one trying to scam desperate lonelyhearts anyway. So I navigated through this sea of shit. At the very least, entertained by all the negative reviews.
And then I saw Charlie. With just over three-and-a-half stars, Charlie was just the man I was looking for: a perfect Swede… much like Bjorn. The reviews were positive. Not that I cared at this point... His profile pic had him holding a cute cat for Christ’s sake!
I sent the first message. Much to my relief, Charlie replied quick. We hit it off immediately. Exchanged pics. Exchanged personalities. Charlie was a computer programmer and only a few years younger than me. The shot at a realistic romance was becoming all the more apparent. Even on such a strange app...
Playing the cute geek to perfection, Charlie wore glasses. Had spiked brown hair. Weird fashion. At 5'10, maybe he was a little less lean than Bjorn but Charlie still had the big dick and booty to make up for it. And above all, he was just genuine. Charming. The first guy I talked to my age that came without creep vibes… much less literal red flags.
We met in person soon. And for the first time since Bjorn, I felt excitement. Hope. The closest to Bjorn’s goofy charm I could find. I now felt alive. Not to mention hot...
Together, we toured Americus. The romantic spots, the restaurants. Over in Plains, we shared our first kiss. I led the charge, of course. I went straight for Charlie’s mouth, my face pressing against his pointed nose. Our chemistry was explosive. The sex fantastic. Finally, I felt a connection. And fuck, at this point, even our cats got along.
We took turns spending the night at each other’s houses. Mine in suburbia, Charlie’s out in the country. The relationship grew stronger, the bond deeper. And deep down, I knew Bjorn would approve.
But the app still lingered. I checked SexySwedes from time to time. Not for a fuck buddy or sext buddy. Just out of amusement. A compulsion. Yeah, the guys were hot… but how’d I end up with the only one over two stars? I get I was attractive but I wasn’t a conventionally fine hottie… Still, I wasn’t worried. I was happy. Charlie and I had a chance.
We got closer. Only I got more hesitant. Bjorn wanted me to move on… He even told me so. But this didn’t feel right. Not being this happy without him. Not this level of joy. Maybe I should’ve considered happiness normal. Common in the real world… but man, it was tough. Especially considering my best memories came with Bjorn and Bjorn only.
I ended up breaking up with Charlie. I just wasn’t ready. Not emotionally. Or maybe I was too scared... Too afraid our new love would obfuscate my old one. Truly bury Bjorn.
Either way, I ended it. A beautiful romance halted before it could fully blossom. Hey, at least, I did it in person.
At the downtown square, Charlie shook his head in sadness. The overcast day setting a mood neither of us wanted. But a funeral I felt was necessary.
“But Marc…” he started.
I couldn’t say much. Behind the glasses, I felt tears forming.
“I thought we were doing great,” Charlie said.
Conflicted, I stepped beside one of the small trees. Cowering from my own cowardness. Bjorn wouldn’t have been proud.
Charlie grabbed my shoulder. A soft touch. “Is it something I did?”
Like a sentimental soap opera that felt all too real, I faced him. “No.” The pain squeezed my soul. “I’m just not ready for this.” I took a step back. The March breeze whipping through my coat. “I never was.”
“But Marc-”
I interrupted him with a kiss. Our last goodbye.
Over the next few days, I ignored all of Charlie’s calls. His texts. Instead, I kept busy at the house. Feeding cats, watching horror movies. Staring at the photos of Bjorn and I. Watching our videos. Drifting into the dream…
Finally, I got drunk (and horny) enough to fuck with the apps again. Naturally, my first selection was SexySwedes. Not necessarily to find a mate... Just some dick.
Well past midnight, I logged in. Felt the excitement creep back in. A brief reprieve from the grieving…
Until a text message distracted me. Charlie had sent me a message: Marc, please read the text. A message I read in his sexy deep voice.
But still I battled the urge. The desire to talk to the man that would’ve been Bjorn 2.0
Focusing on the app, I went to my profile. The pic and info were all still there. Only my inbox was empty. There were no matches at all… A first for me.
“What the Hell…” I said with a smirk.
I then navigated to the prize pool.. or cesspool depending on your definition. The same potential suitors were still there. The vast majority of them with negative reviews: He ugly, addicted 2 meth, dont date him, He’s an asshole. Again, I saw no one over a two out of five.
Apparently, not even me. Stunned, I clicked on my profile. Saw I had a whopping one out of five rating. Off five reviews!
“What the fuck!” I yelled in dismay.
Anger overtaking my buzz, I scrolled through the comments: Weirdo, He gave me the creeps, Fuckin creeeeppyyy, and the most unnerving one of all: *This guy is a cereal killer!1 Tried killin me on first date, bitch pulled a knife out! Keeping yall informed and warning u
The last one got me. These comments had been there for over a week. I now felt fear. A sickening grip to my stomach grew tighter. The type of fright I hadn’t felt since those first few nights without Bjorn.
Worst of all, I couldn’t see who left the reviews. Couldn’t hide them. I was helpless to this fucking app.
I know, I get it. I shouldn’t fucking care. This app was so obscure… So new and trashy. But there were no options for me. Imagine looking for an app for matches my age. Free apps. Specifically for Swedes! Then you’d understand my desperation. Not to mention my horror at being called a murderer and creep! This was my best chance at finding love from hot Swedish men and these assholes weren’t gonna stop me!
“Goddammit!” I cried with theatrical rage. I hurled my phone to the floor, right by Bjorn and I’s DVD collection. The outburst sending our cats sprinting in terror.
Less drunk and more calm, I spent the next day exploring all avenues to fix these dumbass reviews. There was nothing about SexySwedes on Google. Hell, the app didn’t even have its own site. No customer service. There was no fanfare. No on-line discussions. There was no way for me to even delete my account… Now anyone I knew in the real world could see those reviews. Imagine potential dates, any fineass guys I wanted to hook up with searching my name and finding this shit! This was a permanent cock block!
Pacing around the living room, I called up Geoffrey. Told him everything.
He sighed. “I told you the apps to use, Marc-”
“But I like Swedes! You know that!”
A vibration pierced my ear.
“I don’t know anything about this SexySwedes app,” Geoffrey said.
I confronted my phone. There was yet another text from Charlie: *Can we talk, please? I miss you, babe!” Yet another text I chose to ignore.
“But I’ve never heard of any damn app that lets you review… other people,” Geoffrey continued. “What kind of shit is that?”
Like a panicking crook, I ran a hand through my hair. Felt sweat run down my smooth skin. “I don’t know! But I didn’t meet five people on there! I don’t know who’s leaving the reviews.”
An uneasy tension spread between us.
“Well, did you?” Geoffrey asked.
“Did I what!” I yelled.
“Try to kill someone-”
“No!”
“I mean you like horror movies.”
“What the fuck, man!”
Getting defensive, I could hear Geoffrey stumble over his words. Always flustered when I put him on the spot. “Look, I know it’s been tough since Bjorn passed, Marc. It’s a fair question.”
I glanced down at the coffee table. At the booze… and many pills. Not to mention the cats encircling me. My only companions...
“Maybe you don’t remember or got mad at somebody,” Geoffrey said. “I mean it’s possible…”
Growing more nervous, I hesitated. Geoffrey had a point after all. “Well, what the Hell can I do to get rid of it!”
Geoffrey groaned. “I don’t know, Marc… Maybe somebody in IT?”
Another shrill vibration hit me. A new text from Charlie: I miss you, babe
I finally responded to my would-be boyfriend. Against my better judgment… but much to my heart’s delight.
Charlie was ecstatic. More amused than worried when it came to my dating app dilemma.
That afternoon, I swung by his house. The two of us then convened in his home office… Charlie still pale and handsome. Still so hot.
Dressed in a bathrobe, he handed me a cup of coffee.
I know I looked a hot mess. I hadn’t showered, had my hair in disarray. My tee shirt and jeans rumpled. But Charlie still eyed me with attraction rather than disgust.
Charlie sat that ass on his desk. His smile beaming through the dark room. “So you’re saying someone left some troll reviews?”
“Mm-hmm…” Here I was struggling to even talk beneath that smoldering spotlight.
“I, uh, don’t know much about SexySwedes.”
Trying to control the anxiety, I glanced around the office. Toward the two laptops, the Keurig. The David Bowie poster… and the psychedelic rug my knees were used to.
“Like I told you, I kinda just stumbled on it too,” Charlie said.
I put the coffee on the desk. Forced myself to face him. Forced myself to stop trembling. But I couldn’t stop the heavy heartbeat. “But how can I get rid of the comments?”
Smirking, Charlie stood up. His cool confidence already helped soothe me.
“Some of them have been there weeks,” I continued.
Charlie ran a hand along my arm. “Hey, it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”
I caved in. Both to the fear and lust. I gave Charlie a passionate hug. Right against his firm body.
“Oh, okay!” Charlie remarked. He rubbed my back in slow, steady strokes.
In those moments, I felt peace. As if I were back in my baby’s arms again. There was love and comfort. No different than how Bjorn held me...
“We’ll get it taken care of,” I heard Charlie say. “I promise.”
My eyes drifted down toward his desk. Beneath a few folders, I saw that familiar logo protruding out: SexySwedes. The words printed out in glorious red font. Even from here, I could tell there was more beneath it.
“What’s wrong?” I heard Charlie ask.
For once compelled to leave his body, I stumbled up toward the logo. Pushed those folders and books aside.
“Marc,” Charlie said, his voice low. The most vulnerable I ever heard him.
There on his desk were more SexySwedes notes and scribbles. A code.
I felt Charlie’s hand grab my shoulder. His grip still gentle. “I can explain,” he said.
But I didn’t respond. Not yet. I looked through those codes. Different pages showed photos of so many men from other apps. Faces I recognized off SexySwedes. Faces that never belonged on there.
I then read through comments created just for the app. Bad reviews. Including the ones directed at me… None of them real.
Then a block of text stunned me: SexySwedes Created By: Charlie Glover
“I’m sorry,” I heard Charlie say, his voice still sincere. Still sympathetic. “I only did it cause I love you, Marc.”
Fueled by curiosity, I got closer to the final few pages. The adrenaline built inside me. Not from dread but excitement. Exhilaration. I got hot…
There were several pictures of me. Ones Charlie kept hidden all along. Ones taken long before I ever met him. Well before I joined the very app he created.
“You created it…” I said. Cracking a smile, I confronted my newfound love. My relief and romance colliding inside. “You made the app?”
Put on the spot, Charlie gave me a weak nod. His shame obvious. Never had he looked so nervous. “I’m sorry…”
“So none of those comments were true?”
“No.” Charlie bit his lip. Even as I draped my hands around his neck. “I… just wanted to get to know you, Marc. That’s all.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. His actions were creepy, sure… but cute. Fuck it, I was flattered. Turned on. I knew Charlie had to feel my thumping pulse. My joy. Not to mention my throbbing erection.
“I didn’t know any other way to get your attention-” Charlie started.
I interrupted him with a kiss. Charlie and I the first successful couple in SexySwedes history.
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2020.03.24 16:29 rhonnie14 I Found A Dating App That Lets You Review People

Losing the love of your life would affect anyone. And I was no exception. Bjorn and I’d been together for well over ten years... A decade of bliss now gone to despair.
Bjorn was a tall Swede. Complete with intelligence, accent, and an ass and dick to spare. His chiseled good looks and blue eyes captivated me from the start. Up until the day he died from an aneurysm. And now Bjorn’s gorgeous features haunted my dreams... The few times I felt joy in this cold, distant world.
I’d lost weight since he passed. Both from stress and sadness. About the only good thing to come out of this personal tragedy.
And now I stayed home every night. Alone in a fortress of horror movies and countless cats. My only companions at this point. Besides the pills. Like a haunted castle, the house of Bjorn and I reeked of desolation. Loneliness. I couldn’t escape our framed photos. Our shared love of weird feline figurines. I didn’t want to really… They were all I had left of him and our gorgeous memories.
I worked from home so never got out much. This suburban prison perfect for my misery. To think at one point, I was the life of the party. The outgoing smartass to Bjorn’s reserved professor. Now I was the gay male equivalent to a cat lady…
Until one day my close friend Geoffrey talked me off the loneliness ledge. He was my old flame turned confidante. His advice usually sound. And here he was the one talking me into trying modern romance: dating apps.
I took his advice. I told the world who I was on Tinder, Bumble… and yes, even Grindr. Hell, I even used Marc, my real name. I wasn’t here to catfish… just to try and move on. I knew Bjorn still would’ve wanted me to considering I was only forty-four. Regardless of all the weight loss and stress, I was still attractive.
All these bios and decisions were tough. I mentioned I was Filipino. A horror movie fan. And to honor Bjorn, I chose my most scholarly photo: me in my wire-rimmed glasses and tweed single-breasted jacket. My dark coiffed combover. Of course, I mentioned I was a kinky bottom as well.
There was a thrill with each app. I enjoyed the attention, the compliments. All the conversations with these gay caricatures: the twinks, the bears, the “straight” jocks. The variety of sexy ethnicities. There were white guys, black guys, Latinos. I didn’t discriminate against beauty.
But nothing went anywhere. Sure, I was popular. It was fun playing the cute older Filipino freak. But aside from some fun sexting and video chats, I felt no human connection. Hell, I had deeper conversations with my cats at this point. Or inside my own crazy mind!
So yeah, everyone got masturbation material. The majority of the reason why Millennials use these things, I figured. But If I wanted to just look at ass and dicks all day or show off my own, I’d just go on Reddit. You know. The quick, efficient way.
I also noticed a disturbing trend... A harrowing realization that I was one of very few forty-year-olds using Tinder and Bumble. One of the very few who wasn’t a serial killer or ugly as shit, that is. And there was still an empty void on these sites: where were the fucking Swedes?
Call it a fetish to be an asshole or my type to be polite, but my lurid lust for Swedish men compelled me. It consumed me!
Growing more frustrated, I continued this app adventure. Going through the more obscure ones like an explorer journeying into a most mysterious wilderness. Sitting on my living room couch, surrounded by cats and pictures of Bjorn and I’s happy past, I scanned the list. My glass of wine no relief to the rising irritation.
Every fucking fetish was well-represented. Every race, every gender. Even sites geared toward scat play, shitting, and farting. Just nothing specifically for Swedes! What the fuck!
But deep down, I knew beggars can’t be choosers. Here I was unable to find a free app for us forty-somethings. At a loss for how to find someone close to my age who at least attempted to be attractive. Much less not be terrifying...
I took another annoyed sip. Gazed off at the flatscreen. At 2014’s Creep... One of Bjorn and I’s favorites.
The memories moved me. Both good and bad. Bittersweet bullets into my soul.
Turning, I forced myself back to my phone. Toward this futile search fueled by a lonely man’s heartbreak and horniness.
Then there was the March miracle. The one I’d been waiting for: a new app was at the bottom of the search pile. SexySwedes read the icon’s big red letters. A New Modern Dating App For Mature Crowds I tapped the icon in a frenzy. The most excitement I felt since Bjorn and I’s late Friday nights in the sack.
Everything got more promising. Sure, there were pics of hot Swedish men who were real on screen but likely bots behind keyboards. But there was the free price tag. The thirty-five and older age requirement. And most of all, the app’s real hook: Introducing Our New Review Feature: Comments And Observations Made After Dates
What the fuck, I thought to myself. Somewhere between disgusted by our dwindling human condition… yet allured by this Amazon of dating. Customer reviews toward… human beings? But fuck, the promise of hot, muscular Swedes was too much. I downloaded that shit in a heartbeat.
I toured the terrain. To my surprise, Americus, Georgia was apparently America’s Stockholm. I wasn’t buying this cash grab exploiting us Swede addicts until I read the reviews. The barbs directed at almost every guy here, both Swedish and American. No reviews were over two out of five stars. In fact, most of them stayed at one or zero. Complete with nice zingers like: Uglier in person, broke ass shit, useless!1 and his breath stank, Cattfish. dis uglyass bitch fat, lied about dick dic tiny, Not a Swede. This was a woman and an ugly one.
I figured no site would air these freakshows out for everyone to see. Not one trying to scam desperate lonelyhearts anyway. So I navigated through this sea of shit. At the very least, entertained by all the negative reviews.
And then I saw Charlie. With just over three-and-a-half stars, Charlie was just the man I was looking for: a perfect Swede… much like Bjorn. The reviews were positive. Not that I cared at this point... His profile pic had him holding a cute cat for Christ’s sake!
I sent the first message. Much to my relief, Charlie replied quick. We hit it off immediately. Exchanged pics. Exchanged personalities. Charlie was a computer programmer and only a few years younger than me. The shot at a realistic romance was becoming all the more apparent. Even on such a strange app...
Playing the cute geek to perfection, Charlie wore glasses. Had spiked brown hair. Weird fashion. At 5'10, maybe he was a little less lean than Bjorn but Charlie still had the big dick and booty to make up for it. And above all, he was just genuine. Charming. The first guy I talked to my age that came without creep vibes… much less literal red flags.
We met in person soon. And for the first time since Bjorn, I felt excitement. Hope. The closest to Bjorn’s goofy charm I could find. I now felt alive. Not to mention hot...
Together, we toured Americus. The romantic spots, the restaurants. Over in Plains, we shared our first kiss. I led the charge, of course. I went straight for Charlie’s mouth, my face pressing against his pointed nose. Our chemistry was explosive. The sex fantastic. Finally, I felt a connection. And fuck, at this point, even our cats got along.
We took turns spending the night at each other’s houses. Mine in suburbia, Charlie’s out in the country. The relationship grew stronger, the bond deeper. And deep down, I knew Bjorn would approve.
But the app still lingered. I checked SexySwedes from time to time. Not for a fuck buddy or sext buddy. Just out of amusement. A compulsion. Yeah, the guys were hot… but how’d I end up with the only one over two stars? I get I was attractive but I wasn’t a conventionally fine hottie… Still, I wasn’t worried. I was happy. Charlie and I had a chance.
We got closer. Only I got more hesitant. Bjorn wanted me to move on… He even told me so. But this didn’t feel right. Not being this happy without him. Not this level of joy. Maybe I should’ve considered happiness normal. Common in the real world… but man, it was tough. Especially considering my best memories came with Bjorn and Bjorn only.
I ended up breaking up with Charlie. I just wasn’t ready. Not emotionally. Or maybe I was too scared... Too afraid our new love would obfuscate my old one. Truly bury Bjorn.
Either way, I ended it. A beautiful romance halted before it could fully blossom. Hey, at least, I did it in person.
At the downtown square, Charlie shook his head in sadness. The overcast day setting a mood neither of us wanted. But a funeral I felt was necessary.
“But Marc…” he started.
I couldn’t say much. Behind the glasses, I felt tears forming.
“I thought we were doing great,” Charlie said.
Conflicted, I stepped beside one of the small trees. Cowering from my own cowardness. Bjorn wouldn’t have been proud.
Charlie grabbed my shoulder. A soft touch. “Is it something I did?”
Like a sentimental soap opera that felt all too real, I faced him. “No.” The pain squeezed my soul. “I’m just not ready for this.” I took a step back. The March breeze whipping through my coat. “I never was.”
“But Marc-”
I interrupted him with a kiss. Our last goodbye.
Over the next few days, I ignored all of Charlie’s calls. His texts. Instead, I kept busy at the house. Feeding cats, watching horror movies. Staring at the photos of Bjorn and I. Watching our videos. Drifting into the dream…
Finally, I got drunk (and horny) enough to fuck with the apps again. Naturally, my first selection was SexySwedes. Not necessarily to find a mate... Just some dick.
Well past midnight, I logged in. Felt the excitement creep back in. A brief reprieve from the grieving…
Until a text message distracted me. Charlie had sent me a message: Marc, please read the text. A message I read in his sexy deep voice.
But still I battled the urge. The desire to talk to the man that would’ve been Bjorn 2.0
Focusing on the app, I went to my profile. The pic and info were all still there. Only my inbox was empty. There were no matches at all… A first for me.
“What the Hell…” I said with a smirk.
I then navigated to the prize pool.. or cesspool depending on your definition. The same potential suitors were still there. The vast majority of them with negative reviews: He ugly, addicted 2 meth, dont date him, He’s an asshole. Again, I saw no one over a two out of five.
Apparently, not even me. Stunned, I clicked on my profile. Saw I had a whopping one out of five rating. Off five reviews!
“What the fuck!” I yelled in dismay.
Anger overtaking my buzz, I scrolled through the comments: Weirdo, He gave me the creeps, Fuckin creeeeppyyy, and the most unnerving one of all: *This guy is a cereal killer!1 Tried killin me on first date, bitch pulled a knife out! Keeping yall informed and warning u
The last one got me. These comments had been there for over a week. I now felt fear. A sickening grip to my stomach grew tighter. The type of fright I hadn’t felt since those first few nights without Bjorn.
Worst of all, I couldn’t see who left the reviews. Couldn’t hide them. I was helpless to this fucking app.
I know, I get it. I shouldn’t fucking care. This app was so obscure… So new and trashy. But there were no options for me. Imagine looking for an app for matches my age. Free apps. Specifically for Swedes! Then you’d understand my desperation. Not to mention my horror at being called a murderer and creep! This was my best chance at finding love from hot Swedish men and these assholes weren’t gonna stop me!
“Goddammit!” I cried with theatrical rage. I hurled my phone to the floor, right by Bjorn and I’s DVD collection. The outburst sending our cats sprinting in terror.
Less drunk and more calm, I spent the next day exploring all avenues to fix these dumbass reviews. There was nothing about SexySwedes on Google. Hell, the app didn’t even have its own site. No customer service. There was no fanfare. No on-line discussions. There was no way for me to even delete my account… Now anyone I knew in the real world could see those reviews. Imagine potential dates, any fineass guys I wanted to hook up with searching my name and finding this shit! This was a permanent cock block!
Pacing around the living room, I called up Geoffrey. Told him everything.
He sighed. “I told you the apps to use, Marc-”
“But I like Swedes! You know that!”
A vibration pierced my ear.
“I don’t know anything about this SexySwedes app,” Geoffrey said.
I confronted my phone. There was yet another text from Charlie: *Can we talk, please? I miss you, babe!” Yet another text I chose to ignore.
“But I’ve never heard of any damn app that lets you review… other people,” Geoffrey continued. “What kind of shit is that?”
Like a panicking crook, I ran a hand through my hair. Felt sweat run down my smooth skin. “I don’t know! But I didn’t meet five people on there! I don’t know who’s leaving the reviews.”
An uneasy tension spread between us.
“Well, did you?” Geoffrey asked.
“Did I what!” I yelled.
“Try to kill someone-”
“No!”
“I mean you like horror movies.”
“What the fuck, man!”
Getting defensive, I could hear Geoffrey stumble over his words. Always flustered when I put him on the spot. “Look, I know it’s been tough since Bjorn passed, Marc. It’s a fair question.”
I glanced down at the coffee table. At the booze… and many pills. Not to mention the cats encircling me. My only companions...
“Maybe you don’t remember or got mad at somebody,” Geoffrey said. “I mean it’s possible…”
Growing more nervous, I hesitated. Geoffrey had a point after all. “Well, what the Hell can I do to get rid of it!”
Geoffrey groaned. “I don’t know, Marc… Maybe somebody in IT?”
Another shrill vibration hit me. A new text from Charlie: I miss you, babe
I finally responded to my would-be boyfriend. Against my better judgment… but much to my heart’s delight.
Charlie was ecstatic. More amused than worried when it came to my dating app dilemma.
That afternoon, I swung by his house. The two of us then convened in his home office… Charlie still pale and handsome. Still so hot.
Dressed in a bathrobe, he handed me a cup of coffee.
I know I looked a hot mess. I hadn’t showered, had my hair in disarray. My tee shirt and jeans rumpled. But Charlie still eyed me with attraction rather than disgust.
Charlie sat that ass on his desk. His smile beaming through the dark room. “So you’re saying someone left some troll reviews?”
“Mm-hmm…” Here I was struggling to even talk beneath that smoldering spotlight.
“I, uh, don’t know much about SexySwedes.”
Trying to control the anxiety, I glanced around the office. Toward the two laptops, the Keurig. The David Bowie poster… and the psychedelic rug my knees were used to.
“Like I told you, I kinda just stumbled on it too,” Charlie said.
I put the coffee on the desk. Forced myself to face him. Forced myself to stop trembling. But I couldn’t stop the heavy heartbeat. “But how can I get rid of the comments?”
Smirking, Charlie stood up. His cool confidence already helped soothe me.
“Some of them have been there weeks,” I continued.
Charlie ran a hand along my arm. “Hey, it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”
I caved in. Both to the fear and lust. I gave Charlie a passionate hug. Right against his firm body.
“Oh, okay!” Charlie remarked. He rubbed my back in slow, steady strokes.
In those moments, I felt peace. As if I were back in my baby’s arms again. There was love and comfort. No different than how Bjorn held me...
“We’ll get it taken care of,” I heard Charlie say. “I promise.”
My eyes drifted down toward his desk. Beneath a few folders, I saw that familiar logo protruding out: SexySwedes. The words printed out in glorious red font. Even from here, I could tell there was more beneath it.
“What’s wrong?” I heard Charlie ask.
For once compelled to leave his body, I stumbled up toward the logo. Pushed those folders and books aside.
“Marc,” Charlie said, his voice low. The most vulnerable I ever heard him.
There on his desk were more SexySwedes notes and scribbles. A code.
I felt Charlie’s hand grab my shoulder. His grip still gentle. “I can explain,” he said.
But I didn’t respond. Not yet. I looked through those codes. Different pages showed photos of so many men from other apps. Faces I recognized off SexySwedes. Faces that never belonged on there.
I then read through comments created just for the app. Bad reviews. Including the ones directed at me… None of them real.
Then a block of text stunned me: SexySwedes Created By: Charlie Glover
“I’m sorry,” I heard Charlie say, his voice still sincere. Still sympathetic. “I only did it cause I love you, Marc.”
Fueled by curiosity, I got closer to the final few pages. The adrenaline built inside me. Not from dread but excitement. Exhilaration. I got hot…
There were several pictures of me. Ones Charlie kept hidden all along. Ones taken long before I ever met him. Well before I joined the very app he created.
“You created it…” I said. Cracking a smile, I confronted my newfound love. My relief and romance colliding inside. “You made the app?”
Put on the spot, Charlie gave me a weak nod. His shame obvious. Never had he looked so nervous. “I’m sorry…”
“So none of those comments were true?”
“No.” Charlie bit his lip. Even as I draped my hands around his neck. “I… just wanted to get to know you, Marc. That’s all.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. His actions were creepy, sure… but cute. Fuck it, I was flattered. Turned on. I knew Charlie had to feel my thumping pulse. My joy. Not to mention my throbbing erection.
“I didn’t know any other way to get your attention-” Charlie started.
I interrupted him with a kiss. Charlie and I the first successful couple in SexySwedes history.
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2020.03.23 22:20 rhonnie14 Mms sex hidden cam

Losing the love of your life would affect anyone. And I was no exception. Bjorn and I’d been together for well over ten years... A decade of bliss now gone to despair.
Bjorn was a tall Swede. Complete with intelligence, accent, and an ass and dick to spare. His chiseled good looks and blue eyes captivated me from the start. Up until the day he died from an aneurysm. And now Bjorn’s gorgeous features haunted my dreams... The few times I felt joy in this cold, distant world.
I’d lost weight since he passed. Both from stress and sadness. About the only good thing to come out of this personal tragedy.
And now I stayed home every night. Alone in a fortress of horror movies and countless cats. My only companions at this point. Besides the pills. Like a haunted castle, the house of Bjorn and I reeked of desolation. Loneliness. I couldn’t escape our framed photos. Our shared love of weird feline figurines. I didn’t want to really… They were all I had left of him and our gorgeous memories.
I worked from home so never got out much. This suburban prison perfect for my misery. To think at one point, I was the life of the party. The outgoing smartass to Bjorn’s reserved professor. Now I was the gay male equivalent to a cat lady…
Until one day my close friend Geoffrey talked me off the loneliness ledge. He was my old flame turned confidante. His advice usually sound. And here he was the one talking me into trying modern romance: dating apps.
I took his advice. I told the world who I was on Tinder, Bumble… and yes, even Grindr. Hell, I even used Marc, my real name. I wasn’t here to catfish… just to try and move on. I knew Bjorn still would’ve wanted me to considering I was only forty-four. Regardless of all the weight loss and stress, I was still attractive.
All these bios and decisions were tough. I mentioned I was Filipino. A horror movie fan. And to honor Bjorn, I chose my most scholarly photo: me in my wire-rimmed glasses and tweed single-breasted jacket. My dark coiffed combover. Of course, I mentioned I was a kinky bottom as well.
There was a thrill with each app. I enjoyed the attention, the compliments. All the conversations with these gay caricatures: the twinks, the bears, the “straight” jocks. The variety of sexy ethnicities. There were white guys, black guys, Latinos. I didn’t discriminate against beauty.
But nothing went anywhere. Sure, I was popular. It was fun playing the cute older Filipino freak. But aside from some fun sexting and video chats, I felt no human connection. Hell, I had deeper conversations with my cats at this point. Or inside my own crazy mind!
So yeah, everyone got masturbation material. The majority of the reason why Millennials use these things, I figured. But If I wanted to just look at ass and dicks all day or show off my own, I’d just go on Reddit. You know. The quick, efficient way.
I also noticed a disturbing trend... A harrowing realization that I was one of very few forty-year-olds using Tinder and Bumble. One of the very few who wasn’t a serial killer or ugly as shit, that is. And there was still an empty void on these sites: where were the fucking Swedes?
Call it a fetish to be an asshole or my type to be polite, but my lurid lust for Swedish men compelled me. It consumed me!
Growing more frustrated, I continued this app adventure. Going through the more obscure ones like an explorer journeying into a most mysterious wilderness. Sitting on my living room couch, surrounded by cats and pictures of Bjorn and I’s happy past, I scanned the list. My glass of wine no relief to the rising irritation.
Every fucking fetish was well-represented. Every race, every gender. Even sites geared toward scat play, shitting, and farting. Just nothing specifically for Swedes! What the fuck!
But deep down, I knew beggars can’t be choosers. Here I was unable to find a free app for us forty-somethings. At a loss for how to find someone close to my age who at least attempted to be attractive. Much less not be terrifying...
I took another annoyed sip. Gazed off at the flatscreen. At 2014’s Creep... One of Bjorn and I’s favorites.
The memories moved me. Both good and bad. Bittersweet bullets into my soul.
Turning, I forced myself back to my phone. Toward this futile search fueled by a lonely man’s heartbreak and horniness.
Then there was the March miracle. The one I’d been waiting for: a new app was at the bottom of the search pile. SexySwedes read the icon’s big red letters. A New Modern Dating App For Mature Crowds I tapped the icon in a frenzy. The most excitement I felt since Bjorn and I’s late Friday nights in the sack.
Everything got more promising. Sure, there were pics of hot Swedish men who were real on screen but likely bots behind keyboards. But there was the free price tag. The thirty-five and older age requirement. And most of all, the app’s real hook: Introducing Our New Review Feature: Comments And Observations Made After Dates
What the fuck, I thought to myself. Somewhere between disgusted by our dwindling human condition… yet allured by this Amazon of dating. Customer reviews toward… human beings? But fuck, the promise of hot, muscular Swedes was too much. I downloaded that shit in a heartbeat.
I toured the terrain. To my surprise, Americus, Georgia was apparently America’s Stockholm. I wasn’t buying this cash grab exploiting us Swede addicts until I read the reviews. The barbs directed at almost every guy here, both Swedish and American. No reviews were over two out of five stars. In fact, most of them stayed at one or zero. Complete with nice zingers like: Uglier in person, broke ass shit, useless!1 and his breath stank, Cattfish. dis uglyass bitch fat, lied about dick dic tiny, Not a Swede. This was a woman and an ugly one.
I figured no site would air these freakshows out for everyone to see. Not one trying to scam desperate lonelyhearts anyway. So I navigated through this sea of shit. At the very least, entertained by all the negative reviews.
And then I saw Charlie. With just over three-and-a-half stars, Charlie was just the man I was looking for: a perfect Swede… much like Bjorn. The reviews were positive. Not that I cared at this point... His profile pic had him holding a cute cat for Christ’s sake!
I sent the first message. Much to my relief, Charlie replied quick. We hit it off immediately. Exchanged pics. Exchanged personalities. Charlie was a computer programmer and only a few years younger than me. The shot at a realistic romance was becoming all the more apparent. Even on such a strange app...
Playing the cute geek to perfection, Charlie wore glasses. Had spiked brown hair. Weird fashion. At 5'10, maybe he was a little less lean than Bjorn but Charlie still had the big dick and booty to make up for it. And above all, he was just genuine. Charming. The first guy I talked to my age that came without creep vibes… much less literal red flags.
We met in person soon. And for the first time since Bjorn, I felt excitement. Hope. The closest to Bjorn’s goofy charm I could find. I now felt alive. Not to mention hot...
Together, we toured Americus. The romantic spots, the restaurants. Over in Plains, we shared our first kiss. I led the charge, of course. I went straight for Charlie’s mouth, my face pressing against his pointed nose. Our chemistry was explosive. The sex fantastic. Finally, I felt a connection. And fuck, at this point, even our cats got along.
We took turns spending the night at each other’s houses. Mine in suburbia, Charlie’s out in the country. The relationship grew stronger, the bond deeper. And deep down, I knew Bjorn would approve.
But the app still lingered. I checked SexySwedes from time to time. Not for a fuck buddy or sext buddy. Just out of amusement. A compulsion. Yeah, the guys were hot… but how’d I end up with the only one over two stars? I get I was attractive but I wasn’t a conventionally fine hottie… Still, I wasn’t worried. I was happy. Charlie and I had a chance.
We got closer. Only I got more hesitant. Bjorn wanted me to move on… He even told me so. But this didn’t feel right. Not being this happy without him. Not this level of joy. Maybe I should’ve considered happiness normal. Common in the real world… but man, it was tough. Especially considering my best memories came with Bjorn and Bjorn only.
I ended up breaking up with Charlie. I just wasn’t ready. Not emotionally. Or maybe I was too scared... Too afraid our new love would obfuscate my old one. Truly bury Bjorn.
Either way, I ended it. A beautiful romance halted before it could fully blossom. Hey, at least, I did it in person.
At the downtown square, Charlie shook his head in sadness. The overcast day setting a mood neither of us wanted. But a funeral I felt was necessary.
“But Marc…” he started.
I couldn’t say much. Behind the glasses, I felt tears forming.
“I thought we were doing great,” Charlie said.
Conflicted, I stepped beside one of the small trees. Cowering from my own cowardness. Bjorn wouldn’t have been proud.
Charlie grabbed my shoulder. A soft touch. “Is it something I did?”
Like a sentimental soap opera that felt all too real, I faced him. “No.” The pain squeezed my soul. “I’m just not ready for this.” I took a step back. The March breeze whipping through my coat. “I never was.”
“But Marc-”
I interrupted him with a kiss. Our last goodbye.
Over the next few days, I ignored all of Charlie’s calls. His texts. Instead, I kept busy at the house. Feeding cats, watching horror movies. Staring at the photos of Bjorn and I. Watching our videos. Drifting into the dream…
Finally, I got drunk (and horny) enough to fuck with the apps again. Naturally, my first selection was SexySwedes. Not necessarily to find a mate... Just some dick.
Well past midnight, I logged in. Felt the excitement creep back in. A brief reprieve from the grieving…
Until a text message distracted me. Charlie had sent me a message: Marc, please read the text. A message I read in his sexy deep voice.
But still I battled the urge. The desire to talk to the man that would’ve been Bjorn 2.0
Focusing on the app, I went to my profile. The pic and info were all still there. Only my inbox was empty. There were no matches at all… A first for me.
“What the Hell…” I said with a smirk.
I then navigated to the prize pool.. or cesspool depending on your definition. The same potential suitors were still there. The vast majority of them with negative reviews: He ugly, addicted 2 meth, dont date him, He’s an asshole. Again, I saw no one over a two out of five.
Apparently, not even me. Stunned, I clicked on my profile. Saw I had a whopping one out of five rating. Off five reviews!
“What the fuck!” I yelled in dismay.
Anger overtaking my buzz, I scrolled through the comments: Weirdo, He gave me the creeps, Fuckin creeeeppyyy, and the most unnerving one of all: *This guy is a cereal killer!1 Tried killin me on first date, bitch pulled a knife out! Keeping yall informed and warning u
The last one got me. These comments had been there for over a week. I now felt fear. A sickening grip to my stomach grew tighter. The type of fright I hadn’t felt since those first few nights without Bjorn.
Worst of all, I couldn’t see who left the reviews. Couldn’t hide them. I was helpless to this fucking app.
I know, I get it. I shouldn’t fucking care. This app was so obscure… So new and trashy. But there were no options for me. Imagine looking for an app for matches my age. Free apps. Specifically for Swedes! Then you’d understand my desperation. Not to mention my horror at being called a murderer and creep! This was my best chance at finding love from hot Swedish men and these assholes weren’t gonna stop me!
“Goddammit!” I cried with theatrical rage. I hurled my phone to the floor, right by Bjorn and I’s DVD collection. The outburst sending our cats sprinting in terror.
Less drunk and more calm, I spent the next day exploring all avenues to fix these dumbass reviews. There was nothing about SexySwedes on Google. Hell, the app didn’t even have its own site. No customer service. There was no fanfare. No on-line discussions. There was no way for me to even delete my account… Now anyone I knew in the real world could see those reviews. Imagine potential dates, any fineass guys I wanted to hook up with searching my name and finding this shit! This was a permanent cock block!
Pacing around the living room, I called up Geoffrey. Told him everything.
He sighed. “I told you the apps to use, Marc-”
“But I like Swedes! You know that!”
A vibration pierced my ear.
“I don’t know anything about this SexySwedes app,” Geoffrey said.
I confronted my phone. There was yet another text from Charlie: *Can we talk, please? I miss you, babe!” Yet another text I chose to ignore.
“But I’ve never heard of any damn app that lets you review… other people,” Geoffrey continued. “What kind of shit is that?”
Like a panicking crook, I ran a hand through my hair. Felt sweat run down my smooth skin. “I don’t know! But I didn’t meet five people on there! I don’t know who’s leaving the reviews.”
An uneasy tension spread between us.
“Well, did you?” Geoffrey asked.
“Did I what!” I yelled.
“Try to kill someone-”
“No!”
“I mean you like horror movies.”
“What the fuck, man!”
Getting defensive, I could hear Geoffrey stumble over his words. Always flustered when I put him on the spot. “Look, I know it’s been tough since Bjorn passed, Marc. It’s a fair question.”
I glanced down at the coffee table. At the booze… and many pills. Not to mention the cats encircling me. My only companions...
“Maybe you don’t remember or got mad at somebody,” Geoffrey said. “I mean it’s possible…”
Growing more nervous, I hesitated. Geoffrey had a point after all. “Well, what the Hell can I do to get rid of it!”
Geoffrey groaned. “I don’t know, Marc… Maybe somebody in IT?”
Another shrill vibration hit me. A new text from Charlie: I miss you, babe
I finally responded to my would-be boyfriend. Against my better judgment… but much to my heart’s delight.
Charlie was ecstatic. More amused than worried when it came to my dating app dilemma.
That afternoon, I swung by his house. The two of us then convened in his home office… Charlie still pale and handsome. Still so hot.
Dressed in a bathrobe, he handed me a cup of coffee.
I know I looked a hot mess. I hadn’t showered, had my hair in disarray. My tee shirt and jeans rumpled. But Charlie still eyed me with attraction rather than disgust.
Charlie sat that ass on his desk. His smile beaming through the dark room. “So you’re saying someone left some troll reviews?”
“Mm-hmm…” Here I was struggling to even talk beneath that smoldering spotlight.
“I, uh, don’t know much about SexySwedes.”
Trying to control the anxiety, I glanced around the office. Toward the two laptops, the Keurig. The David Bowie poster… and the psychedelic rug my knees were used to.
“Like I told you, I kinda just stumbled on it too,” Charlie said.
I put the coffee on the desk. Forced myself to face him. Forced myself to stop trembling. But I couldn’t stop the heavy heartbeat. “But how can I get rid of the comments?”
Smirking, Charlie stood up. His cool confidence already helped soothe me.
“Some of them have been there weeks,” I continued.
Charlie ran a hand along my arm. “Hey, it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”
I caved in. Both to the fear and lust. I gave Charlie a passionate hug. Right against his firm body.
“Oh, okay!” Charlie remarked. He rubbed my back in slow, steady strokes.
In those moments, I felt peace. As if I were back in my baby’s arms again. There was love and comfort. No different than how Bjorn held me...
“We’ll get it taken care of,” I heard Charlie say. “I promise.”
My eyes drifted down toward his desk. Beneath a few folders, I saw that familiar logo protruding out: SexySwedes. The words printed out in glorious red font. Even from here, I could tell there was more beneath it.
“What’s wrong?” I heard Charlie ask.
For once compelled to leave his body, I stumbled up toward the logo. Pushed those folders and books aside.
“Marc,” Charlie said, his voice low. The most vulnerable I ever heard him.
There on his desk were more SexySwedes notes and scribbles. A code.
I felt Charlie’s hand grab my shoulder. His grip still gentle. “I can explain,” he said.
But I didn’t respond. Not yet. I looked through those codes. Different pages showed photos of so many men from other apps. Faces I recognized off SexySwedes. Faces that never belonged on there.
I then read through comments created just for the app. Bad reviews. Including the ones directed at me… None of them real.
Then a block of text stunned me: SexySwedes Created By: Charlie Glover
“I’m sorry,” I heard Charlie say, his voice still sincere. Still sympathetic. “I only did it cause I love you, Marc.”
Fueled by curiosity, I got closer to the final few pages. The adrenaline built inside me. Not from dread but excitement. Exhilaration. I got hot…
There were several pictures of me. Ones Charlie kept hidden all along. Ones taken long before I ever met him. Well before I joined the very app he created.
“You created it…” I said. Cracking a smile, I confronted my newfound love. My relief and romance colliding inside. “You made the app?”
Put on the spot, Charlie gave me a weak nod. His shame obvious. Never had he looked so nervous. “I’m sorry…”
“So none of those comments were true?”
“No.” Charlie bit his lip. Even as I draped my hands around his neck. “I… just wanted to get to know you, Marc. That’s all.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. His actions were creepy, sure… but cute. Fuck it, I was flattered. Turned on. I knew Charlie had to feel my thumping pulse. My joy. Not to mention my throbbing erection.
“I didn’t know any other way to get your attention-” Charlie started.
I interrupted him with a kiss. Charlie and I the first successful couple in SexySwedes history.
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