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2020.11.25 01:51 No_Faithlessness3486 Nude middle aged moms

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The Number Game
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The Basics:

  1. Age
  2. Gender
  3. Height
  4. Weight 5. Where are you from
  5. Zodiac Sign
  6. First Name
  7. Last Name
  8. Middle Name 10. Birthday
  9. Main Language(s)
Hobbies/Favorite things:
  1. Favorite Color
  2. Favorite Food
  3. Favorite Activity
  4. Favorite Music genre 16. Favorite Artist
  5. Favorite Song
  6. Favorite Movie 19. Favorite Video Game (if any)
  7. Favorite TV show
  8. Do you play any sports 22. Last thing you did
Life/Experience
  1. Do you currently have a job
  2. Future Job/CareeAmbitions 25. Have you drank/smoked anything
  3. Have you done drugs
  4. Do you have any pets 28. Most Favorable Memory
  5. Most embarrassing moment 30. Dream Vacation
  6. How many Family members
  7. How many friends 33. Do you plan on going
college/university
Social Media:
  1. Do you use any other social media then Reddit
  2. Who do you follow
  3. Have you ever had an internet
argument
  1. Most used Social Media app 38. What's your username on each app
  2. Have you met any friends online 40. Do you follow any NSFW accounts/pages
  3. Last Person you DM'd/followed
  4. What was the last message you
sent 43. How many followers/friends on social media
  1. Amount of time you use social
media
to
Personal Belongings:
  1. Most expensive thing you own
  2. Do you own anything above
$1,000
  1. Most prized possession
  2. Do you own anything
embarrassing
  1. Weirdest thing you own
  2. Do you own anything popular
  3. Do you own anything considered
"rich"
  1. Do you own anything futuristic 53. Coolest thing you own
  2. Oldest thing you own
  3. What did you buy get recently
Appearance/Looks
  1. Hair Style 67. Hair Length
  2. Hair Color 69. Nice
  3. Body Style
  4. Ethnicity 72. What are you wearing
  5. Eye Color 74. Are you wearing makeup
  6. Type of Underwear you wear
  7. Favorite outfit 77. Facial/Body Hair
Relationships:
  1. Sexuality
  2. Relationship Status
  3. Who is your crush 81. Celebrity Crush
  4. Have you ever cheated on
someone
  1. Ideal Girlfriend/Boyfriend
  2. Idea of Perfect Date
  3. Have you asked someone out 86. What do you hope in a
relationship
  1. Are you interested in anyone 88. Do you real life online date
Sex & Sexuality:
  1. Are you a virgin 90. Have you ever seen anyone naked
  2. Do you have piercing/tattoos
  3. Have you ever had same-sex
expirence
  1. Have you ever sent a nude
  2. Have you ever sexted
  3. Have you ever kissed anyone 96. Am I attractive
  4. Have you ever slept together
  5. Do you want to have sex 99. Are you straight, bi, gay/lesbian,
pan, etc.
Sexual: (Welcome to Spicy
Town)
  1. Bra/Dick size
  2. Pubic Hair: Natural, trimmed, shaved, none
  3. Do you have any hair 103. (Guys Only) Areautircumcised
  4. How often you Masturbate 105. Have you ever watched porn
  5. Ideal Sexual/Physical attributes
  6. Favorite Sexual Fantasy 108. Turn Ons/Turn Offs
  7. Any Kinks
  8. Ideal Sexual Position 111. How do you masturbate
  9. Do you own a toy 113. Have you ever been caught
Masturbating 114. Have you ever walked in when
someone was having sex
  1. Biggest fears of Sex 116. Do you have any STDS
  2. How often are you horny
  3. Most embarrassing sexual story 119. Are you currently horny
  4. What do you expect in a sexual relationship
Academics/School
  1. Where do you go to school 122. What classes do you take
  2. What grade are you in 124. Most favorite teacher
  3. Least favorite teachers
  4. Highest Grade/Lowest Grade in
classes
  1. How long is your school day
  2. Did you do your homework
  3. Do you have any test, quizzes, or
exams coming up 130. Last bad grade
  1. Last good grade
Economic Status/Wealth:
132: Are you rich/poor
  1. Where do you stand in the wealth
class (lower class, middle class, upper
class) 134. How big is your house
  1. Take a picture of your house
  2. How much do your parents make 137. Do your parents struggle with debt
  3. Do you own a pool
(above-ground/below-ground) 139. Do you live in a gated neighborhood
  1. Do you have expensive stuff 141. How big is your room
  2. What kind of school do you go to
Misc:
  1. Send a selfie
  2. Do whatever I say (no saying no)
  3. DM me
  4. Ask whatever you want (I can't say
no)
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2020.11.23 03:46 myke_oxbig45 Nude middle aged moms

I’m my opinion, Nelk hasn’t actually fallen off. This may be obvious, but I would compare them to Fortnite. Initially it had a very strong following with college-aged people give or take some others. Then overtime, the initial players that made it popular stopped playing and pretty much just kids play it now. I think original Nelk fans may keep up with them, but it’s mostly like highschool kids now. I don’t watch their videos anymore. I used to watch Jesses vlogs and their OG pranks. Around the time they started doing merch drops their content changed and it’s now borderline immature. Also the full send club nudes thing they are pushing is weird.
Maybe I’m a half sender. But the phrase isn’t as cool to me anymore now that middle schoolers are saying it. The money changed them.
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2020.11.22 04:39 apis_cerana Moms nude middle aged

TW for child sexual abuse and such themes.
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In Japan, there still is a sizable population of younger people -- teens and pre-teens, who leave home for a variety of reasons and try to make it on their own. Many of them end up trying to make money however they can, by under the table jobs and physical labor, but the girls often end up getting taken advantage of and prostituted to adult men.
Back in July 13th, 2003, three grade 6 girls who had recently left home was hanging around Shibuya station in Tokyo, next to the Moai statue which was nearby. Kotaro Yoshizato approached them, with a kind expression on his face. He asked them if they would help in cleaning his apartment for 10000 yen (approx. $100), which was a lot of money for the girls. They agreed, and along with another unknown man, they all headed via taxi to the apartment in Akasaka.
Once they arrived, Yoshizato's demeanor changed entirely and he threatened the girls with a tazer, telling them that they "must have known why they had agreed to." He then proceeded to handcuff all of them and take them each to separate rooms, where they were chained to full 20L gas tanks.
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Yoshizato was born in the 70s and grew up in a wealthy household. He later on was accepted to Tokyo University of the Arts, a prestigious university, but there he apparently was known for being a playboy with multiple girlfriends. Despite having a rich family, his father and brother committed suicide in the 90s, and his mother was depressed and said to have attempted suicide as well. I'm sure having such a background didn't help as he ended up in a life of crime.
After graduation, he worked at host clubs for a couple of years, and then started some illegal "date clubs" (prostitution rings), one of them being the "Petit Angel" club, trafficking and prostituting underage girls. This club was so successful that he gained enormous wealth in a short amount of time, and it quickly became infamous.
He hired several high school aged girls to lure in victims and distribute flyers, promising girls "5000 yen for karaoke with a client, 10000 yen for underwear, and 10000 yen for nude modeling". Despite being on parole, having been caught for operating the illegal prostitution rings, he was still able to expand his business, selling child exploitation videos and other materials.
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But something was different this time.
Before the girls were kidnapped, on the 11th, Yoshizato had sold off his two Ferraris, and someone other than him took over the lease for his apartment. And on the following day, the 12th, he purchased the gas tanks used to hold the girls in their rooms, along with charcoal and some compact grills.
On the morning of the 16th, while the police started investigating the girls' disappearances, Yoshizato committed suicide through carbon monoxide inhalation after he made a tent out of poly vinyl, sealed himself and the grills inside, and lit the charcoal.
One of the girls noticed that everything had gone quiet, and managed to free herself. She attempted to free the other girls, but couldn't break off their handcuffs, so she decided to get out and seek help. She ran out bare-footed onto the street and into a flower shop, where the shopkeeper called the police. The three girls were rescued right away and reunited with their parents.
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There are several very bizarre and unanswered things about this case that still have people talking about it to this day.
- Why did Yoshizato commit suicide? He has escaped getting punished multiple times already, and apparently fine with flaunting his lifestyle and having lots of attention (with his taste in expensive cars and just being a flashy person in general). Could he really have had a sudden change of heart?
- Upon committing suicide, Yoshizato was very meticulous in his setup, making sure that there were no holes or gaps in the vinyl and that no smoke could escape. He was found sitting on a chair in the middle of the room and his death was ruled a suicide through carbon monoxide poisoning by the police. However, with the grills (called shichirin grills, which are open-top charcoal grills used in cooking) on in close proximity to him, it was thought that it would leave burn marks on his body, but none were supposedly found. There aren't any details I could find regarding an autopsy, though, and that could all just be speculation.
- Despite the girls mentioning that they encountered several people who were involved in Yoshizato's scheme, and therefore suggesting that it was a much bigger enterprise than it seemed, the identity of those accomplices were never looked into and the case was closed by the police, with the blame placed solely on Yoshizato.
- Upon his death, many awful details about the "dating club" were revealed -- that it was a members-only club, with memberships costing 600000 yen and every "date" with a minor costing 50000 yen. There was a large client list of over 2000 names (all aliases), and with that many clients, it was assumed that hundreds of girls had been exploited.
People who are/were following the case were very curious about who were on the client list, but the police never released the contents of it, and have not moved forward with investigating it. It's all the more bizarre since along with the list, some 1000 video recordings were found of sex acts, presumably of clients as well as the exploited girls.
There are many, many rumors and speculations about who was on the client list and none of them are proven to be true. They range from prominent politicians, judges, movie and TV producers, actors, doctors, and even members of the Imperial House of Japan.
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One of the only journalists who were investigating this case, Satoru Someya, was a reporter who covered the seedy underbelly of Japanese society, writing about drug issues, the Yakuza, and trafficking. He wrote for many Vice-like publications, and was extensively researching the Petit Angel case.
On September 12th of 2003, he was found dead.
A truck driver found his body floating in Tokyo bay, near a cliffside. He had been stabbed 8 times in the back, and blunt force trauma wounds were on his skull. He had been wrapped in chains and a weighted belt used for scuba diving was on his hips.
The last time anyone had talked to him was on the 5th, when he talked to an editor about his most recent piece, and on the 6th, his camera was found abandoned on the street in Tokyo.
Three men were arrested for his murder; all career criminals, they were thought to have committed the act since Someya had exposed them in other books and articles he had written in the past. This is certainly plausible and it could be unrelated to the Petit Angel case, but some seem to think that this was another coverup by the police since Someya had been looking into the contents of the client list at the time of his death. Without any concrete evidence it's hard to say.
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The identities of the girls are unknown due to them being underaged at the time of the incident, but their names and photos were apparently posted on 2chan, the Japanese imageboard. The post was swiftly deleted, but they can still be found if you go digging enough.
Due to the fact that there wasn't a ton of reporting about this since the incident and the fact that there are a lot of sketchy elements to the case, there are a lot of conspiracy theories surrounding this, with people calling it "Japan's Epstein" and such. And it's very similar in some ways, where there very well could be a ton of darker things being covered up, but without much in terms of actual facts being disclosed, all we can do is speculate.

Japanese Wikipedia article
Source 2
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2020.11.22 01:59 SomeMagicOvenMitts Nude moms middle aged

"I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you."
It's almost funny when I think back on it. I replay those words in my head every night before finally falling asleep, usually no earlier than around 3:00 AM on a good night. The nightmares aren't bad; I rarely have them, actually. But when they come on, they come on with an insidious ferocity. Whenever I wake from one of my nightmares, I'm always left periodically checking my closet like a five-year-old child for the remainder of the night and lose any sleep I could hope to enjoy before sunrise in the process. I suppose these occasional nightmares mean I'm destined to forever remember what happened in that hotel room a few years back when I was still out on the hunt for jobs. I don't terribly mind that I can't forget. Like I said, the story is almost funny. Almost.
It happened on a night like tonight. Right now, it's 2:01 AM. Back then, it was 2:01 AM as well, or sometime around then. I was driving down an unfamiliar road that was fairly crowded for that time of night/early morning. The road was called Ashtin Way; at the end of this long, winding road sat the local university where I'd be interviewing for an adjunct gig teaching composition the next day, thankfully at 1:00 in the afternoon. I was looking forward to finding my hotel and getting some good rest before rising and preparing some more for the interview in the morning. Check out time would be 11:00 AM. I'd get some coffee and a light breakfast and be on the way to the school as soon as I woke up.
This was to be my first "big boy" job. I'd already signed a lease to a nearby apartment; that's how certain I was that I'd snag this gig no problem. But the start of my lease wasn't for another few weeks and I'd quit my fast food job earlier in the summer. As a result, I found myself paying for a hotel that was the last one available and wasn't exactly cheap with what meager savings I had. It was annoying to have to fork over the money for a single night, but my hometown was over five hours away. I'd left my parents' (where I was still staying, waiting for my new life to begin) at around 8:30 PM. A late start to get out on the road, I know, but I guess I didn't realize how much of the day had been eaten away by my constant stressing over the interview. But I had a reservation for the night and I had to get to the hotel. I was thinking of modifying my stay to two nights if that was allowed. The stress of the upcoming interview combined with late night driving had sucked a lot of energy from me. I didn't think I'd be able to drive back the next day.
The road was surrounded by businesses and restaurants on either side (some of them still with their lights on), and, like I said, was oddly busy for the lateness of the hour. It was Monday (well, Tuesday at this point), and the zoo just north of here (one of the most major zoos in the country, actually) I knew had discounted tickets on Mondays during the summer months. I'd read about it when researching the area, thinking that if I ended up staying longer, I might as well find something fun to do. I remember being disappointed I'd miss out on the Monday discount. I figured the cars on the road were returning from the zoo, which had some pretty late hours, according to my research. (They were open until midnight, if I recall.) I'd been deposited onto Ashtin Way from the interstate, and perhaps several late-night zoo visitors had just gotten off of it as well on their way back home. I sighed, envying all the people I imagined returning to their cozy, familiar beds after a day of summer fun.
Finally, I arrived at my hotel. It was on the far end of Ashtin Way, a few miles down from where I'd first turned onto the road. Across the street was a large, well-lit gas station, a Wawa. I'd heard of those but had never seen one before. Basically a QT or RaceTrac, only even more upscale than that if you can imagine it. My hotel itself was very nice, too. Like I said, it wasn't cheap. Brentwood Inn was the name of it. I think it was owned by the college or had some partnership with it, seeing as "Brentwood" was also the name of the university I'd be interviewing at tomorrow, on the other end of Ashtin Way. I parked, yawned, and gathered my backpack and the one other bag I'd brought with me. I passed through the hotel's automatic doors and entered the lobby, which was immaculate and modern with a chandelier, a continental breakfast area, a seating area populated by polished leather chairs, a sizeable flat screen spewing out Fox News, a large stone fireplace, the works.
"Hello sir." I was greeted by the woman manning the front desk, on which sat a bowl of apples and bananas. I recognized her voice from when I booked the room over the phone the other day. "Oh!" she said when I gave her my name and told her I had a reservation. "I didn't realize it was you! I'm terribly sorry about the mix up over the phone." She was talking about how she'd given me the wrong room on accident because of a computer error. She jotted down my number to call me back and had to go off to fix it, but it was all sorted out in the end.
"It's no problem," I told her groggily. I managed a smile despite my tiredness. She seemed worried I'd be mad. She probably dealt with all manner of asshole guests. Upon seeing I wasn't gonna bitch at her over a minor inconvenience from a few days ago as people probably normally do, she practically squealed with delight. She sure was a chipper little thing. I imagined she must sleep during the day to be so perfectly awake and cheerful during this overnight shift. That, or she had an impressive amount of caffeine currently flowing through her veins. She didn't look young, but she wasn't old by any means. Her hair nonetheless seemed to be graying, and though she was perfectly energetic and glad despite the late hour, in her eyes you could just detect a deep, long-lasting tiredness, the cause of which was hard to tell. But it of course didn't really matter. I yawned again. Suddenly, feeling confident come August I'd have a good income, I decided to splurge and ask if I could update my stay to two nights. Smiling wide, she said it wouldn't be a problem.
Feeling glad to finally be getting some rest, I headed up to my room. The little green light near the handle blinked when I slid my key card, and pushing the door open, I found myself in a room that was nicer than what my new apartment would look like, if a virtual tour on their website was anything to go by. The wallpaper was a pleasant, calming dark blue, the floors were hard wood, the bed was large and fluffy like some heavenly marshmallow and eagerly awaited me. The next couple of days in this strange place seemed like they'd go pretty okay after all. I had to admit, though, that I wasn't terribly confident about tomorrow's interview. I lay down thinking about what the comp director could possibly ask - trick questions were sure to arise. I bitterly remembered being asked about six ways I'd use a fucking pencil in an interview at a gym that I positively botched before landing the fast food gig. Surely, tomorrow's interview would come with something out of left field designed to stump me.
I began to think of what the comp director might ask beyond questions that would probe my qualifications. I thought about the history of the school. The first thing that came to mind was the mascot. It was an unusual one - a chimpanzee. I remember thinking how odd that was. My research into the school didn't state the mascot's origin as far as I could tell, but it did mention an incident involving said mascot back in the early 1930s when animals rights weren't well-respected and vaudeville acts and the like involving animals like chimps were perfectly common place. Brentwood had brought a chimp out onto the football field during a big game to entertain the crowd. He was actually lent to the school from the zoo. (Initially learning about the zoo from this story was one reason I looked it up later when I was searching fun things to do in the area.) Anyway, the incident played out like a real-life King Kong. The chimp apparently nearly snapped its leash, perturbed by the sounds of the marching band, but was thankfully reeled in by a group of men before it could attack a poor girl who could barely run while held down by the weight of her tuba. It could have been a lot worse. The school suffered a rough patch in its reputation, not helped by a rape and murder that happened the following year, committed by a homeless man who'd apparently been squatting on the campus grounds for months, evading security all the while. I didn't plan to mention any of that during the interview, obviously. But there was a chance they'd ask something stupid like what the mascot's name was. It was starting to annoy me I couldn't remember it, so I sighed, turned over, and reached for my phone on the nightstand. Before I could touch it, it buzzed and lit up with a notification.
"I will grab you. I will rip you. I will eat you."
It was a text from an unfamiliar number. Disconcerting, to say the least. But still, I was more confused than afraid. I briefly wondered if I should text back. The mystery of it was keeping me awake though I knew I needed to be rested for the interview. I'll deal with it later, I finally told myself after a few minutes considering what to do. Still, it was hard to fall asleep. I was just sure my phone would soon light up again with a new, perhaps even more sinister threat. I began to feel vulnerable. I always slept naked. It was just my habit because I can't stand any heat and would be unable to fall asleep otherwise. Now, I wanted to get up to put on some clothes, thinking it might make me feel a bit safer. At the same time, though, I wasn't too keen on getting out of the safety of my bed...
My phone came to life again. But it wasn't another ominous text. It was my alarm blaring. 9:00 AM. I'd woken up at a reasonable time, but I didn't feel rested and ready for the day at all. I would have slipped on the banana peel on the floor near the front desk had the woman who checked me in not cried for me to watch out. She wished me good luck when I told her I was on the way to an interview and I swear the crazy bitch waved at me the whole time as I left the building, even as I was stepping out onto the parking lot. I had to stop to give a massive yawn before opening my car door. Picking up the extra night was definitely a good idea. I wasn't about to drive back home today. I was exhausted, my mind preoccupied with the strange, threatening text from the previous night. In fact, I was so preoccupied, I found, that even a large coffee and some last-minute interview preparation in my car couldn't keep my mind focused on what questions I might be asked and how best to answer them.
As you might have guessed, the interview didn't go great. The comp director didn't seem irritated, but rather confused or even sympathetic about how tired and a little on edge I was. I performed passably (I think she even said that) and I think had the school not closed, I probably would have gotten the job. But I can only imagine.
Night 2. At this point, I was thinking there was a fair chance I didn't get the job, so I was a little depressed. I didn't want to do anything but sleep the rest of the day away and hopefully sleep through the night without incident. I'm not exactly sure why, but when night came, I decided I'd sleep in T-shirt and gym shorts. Maybe my survival instinct was wiser than I was that night. Maybe I just felt a little colder than usual. Maybe I was just looking for a way to feel more secure after last night's threatening text, the mystery of which I left unsolved in my tiredness. But, whatever the reason, I broke my habit and lay down for sleep fully clothed. I fell asleep almost instantly.
I awoke to a sound I expected to be the buzzing of my phone. I'd meant to block the number, but some part of me, I guess, was curious to see if they'd text again. I grabbed my phone and found it showed no new notifications. I knotted up my face in confusion and then, when the sound came again, I froze in terror. Grunting. Grunting or moaning or even some sort of mumbling in a low, guttural voice. And movement. Very slight movement. And the faint sound like someone brushing against--no, no it couldn't be. Brushing against...coat hangers? Was there something in the fucking closet?
My eyes grew huge. I let out a little gasp and clutched the covers, trying in vain to hide. How had someone gotten in? Who else had a room key? I thought I must have been having some sort of nightmare--sleep paralysis or some shit. I didn't have a history of it or anything, but it could happen to anyone, right? That was the best explanation I had in the moment. I wondered what to do. Then, suddenly, I heard (or maybe imagined in my terror that I heard) the creaking of the closet door as it gradually opened.
I jumped out of bed. Thankfully I didn't have to grab any clothes before making my escape since I wore clothes to bed that night. But I probably would have bolted out naked anyhow. I was getting the fuck out of there. I left everything behind and didn't look back. I think I managed not to scream somehow, but I probably uttered a "Fuck no!" or something similar as I dashed into the hallway. Breathing hard, I sprinted down the hall and burst through a door leading to a stairway (fuck waiting on the elevator) and I probably would have run out the building and raced up Ashtin had the woman at the front desk not stopped me.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" she cried in alarm. She ran out from behind the desk to stop me. "Sir, what's going on?"
"There's something in that fucking room!" I screamed.
At first, the woman seemed concerned when I told her this. But then, her face melted into a new expression that seemed almost bemused, as if I she knew perfectly well there was nothing in my room and I was being cutely naïve for thinking so.
"Oh really?" she said. "Well, why don't we go take a look? I'm Babs, by the way."
Was now really the time for proper introductions and pleasantries? It really did feel as if she were my mother (now that I think about it, the sick bitch was probably old enough to be) and was taking me back to my room to show me there were no such things as monsters in the closet.
"I'm not fucking going back up there."
"Oh, don't make such a fuss," Babs shot back at me, mildly annoyed. She beckoned me to follow her upstairs. "He gets out sometimes. It isn't that big a deal. He's perfectly harmless."
I swear my mouth must have fallen open in shock at that. I followed her, wanting to know what the hell she was talking about. If she wasn't afraid, I supposed I didn't have to be either. Did she keep some poor person captive in the hotel? I was starting to think I wouldn't put it past her; I realized at that moment just how off she'd seemed since the moment she checked me in.
She pulled the door open and sauntered into the room, not shutting it behind her. She looked utterly uninterested as she briefly searched around. I was hesitant to step inside. I could see the closet door was wide open, the hangers strewn everywhere.
"Well," she said, satisfied, "Looks like there's nothing here." She glanced at the coat hangers and smirked. "A little messy are we? She picked up my pants I wore to the interview, which were splayed on the floor and dotted with one or two drops of dried mud from my walk across campus. "A little dirty?"
I almost said something. No, I wasn't fucking messy or dirty - something was in my fucking closet. But then, this woman, trying to make her voice seductive, cut me off and said, "Well, cutie, you know I can be dirty too."
Flabbergasted, I washed as she began to disrobe. Soon, I found a naked, middle-aged woman walking toward me. I found myself backing up, shocked and disgusted, like Jack Nicholson after that decrepit woman in the tub came slowly approaching him while cackling in The Shining. That might as well have been what was happening. I put up my hands, telling her nonverbally to back the fuck off. I nearly said something, but I was interrupted by the sound of someone of something rushing down the hall and suddenly stopping. The same grunting I'd heard in bed. And now a new sound: curious hooting.
Babs froze. I lowered my arms slightly and carefully peered over my shoulder. In the doorway, there sat a chimpanzee. His fur was jet black and wild. His exposed teeth were yellow and fanglike. In his hand, he held a banana. Thinking about it now, I nearly smile. It was almost wholesome - like a picture you'd see on a zoo advertisement (minus the teeth, of course). But the chimp wasn't focused on his fruit. No, he was trying to peer past me, I could clearly see, for there was something very interesting about the nude woman before me.
I glanced back at Babs. She glanced down at her body. She looked back up, meeting the chimp's eyes. Her face looked like she'd just realized a gun she'd put to her head as some unfunny joke was actually loaded and she'd just pulled the trigger.
"Jeffrey," she uttered, shaking with fright. "Jeffrey, it's--"
The chimp lunged at her with a terrible shriek. I can only imagine how many people in that hotel jumped out of bed in a panic upon hearing it. I only saw a brief flash of the mauling before I stumbled out of the room and pushed past a bunch of confused and terrified guests spilling out into the hall. I still have nightmares, like I said. Likely, just thinking back on it tonight will trigger the nightmare to play once again if I do manage to sleep. When the police finally got to the hotel and shot the animal dead, they found only Bab's torso and bloody, mangled stumps were her limbs once were. Everything above her neck was utterly destroyed. The only remnant of her head was a massive blood stain on the floor. Streaks of blood and little chunks of her were apparently also splattered all over the calm, ocean-blue walls in that room, if eyewitness reports from the local paper are to be believed. The report mentioned that no one else was injured, that the chimp's rage was directed at Babs specifically for some strange reason, and he didn't harm or even pursue anyone else even as they all fled the hotel. I guess everyone was lucky enough to have worn clothes to bed that night.
Brentwood University is closed. There was no recovering from what came out after the chimp attack. It turns out that even though they discontinued using live chimps as their mascot at football games, they found an alternative use for the animals, one that was both utilitarian and morally questionable, to say the very, very least. The school, like I said, suffered a major blow to its reputation after a homeless squatter on campus raped and killed someone. It turns out there have been multiple such squatters over the years, given the area where the school was built gradually became plagued by poverty and crime. The school's solution: use chimps to eliminate the problem. The one who provided the chimps was the nearby zoo, just as they did when the chimps were a hallmark of the school's football games decades ago. The school maintained their partnership with the zoo and continued requesting they loan them the chimps without disclosing why. The zoo didn't ask questions because they found this actually benefited them. Because the school wanted the chimps to be transported under the cover of night, the zoo had to make staff stay later as a result in order to make this possible. As such, the zoo was able to increase its hours of operation, maximizing profits.
The zoo was one of the largest employers in the relatively small town (a lot of students who attended Brentwood worked there), so the staff couldn't complain much about the new hours and eventually got used to them. Whenever they had to transport a chimp to the college, most staff apparently didn't care to question it, though the paper quoted one worker as saying she was told the chimps were part of some sort of display for this or that spirit day (a chimp was the school's mascot, after all). The unknowing zoo staff were apparently always told the chimp would be well-supervised by expert trainers. College representatives seemed to want to underscore that it wouldn't be like the football games of decades past when the chimps couldn't be successfully wrangled. Regardless, word somehow never really spread about the zoo giving Brentwood chimps for shady, unknown reasons.
I think they knew what they were doing was wrong, though. The reason Jeffrey--the chimp at the hotel--attacked Babs is because she was nude, and the college had trained their chimps to maul only those who were naked. The homeless who appeared on campus would be stripped of their clothes and their clothes would be quietly donated to a Goodwill or somewhere similar, perhaps to assuage the guilt that might have come with murdering the campus trespassers. Campus security would always take any suspicious-looking people to the Brentwood hotel (which was indeed college property), where their chimp executioner resided in the large basement. The college apparently preferred doing this to contacting the police because the small-town police, in their opinion, couldn't be trusted to do an adequate job of solving their problem. Babs was apparently the only hotel worker who knew the college's secret. Jeffrey was the latest chimp that Brentwood had brought on board as a homeless exterminator, and Babs was the first employee of the hotel to discover him (as he had a habit of getting out). The school thought they were done for, but Babs pledged to keep the secret so long as she could keep Jeffrey as her pet. The woman was deeply lonely, as you could imagine. Single her whole life. Had no family or friends to speak of, according to her obituary. Well, except for her chimp, of course. She was fascinated by primate intelligence. Inspired by Koko the gorilla, she tried to teach Jeffrey sign language, but had better success teaching him how to type...
"I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you."
He was talking about a banana he found in the bowl on the front desk. He'd found Babs's phone. The creepy bitch had saved my number from when I gave it to her so she could call me back while she was having some trouble booking the room. Jeffrey certainly loved his bananas. That was one thing he loved to express in his typing, you know.
I sleep with clothes on now. Always. It's hard to get used to it and I often get hot. Maybe that's another reason I can't sleep. That and the image in my head of the gnarled ebony fingers of Jeffrey's paw clamping firmly into Babs's face as she wails in agony.
Think I'll check the closet one last time tonight...you can never be too careful.
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2020.11.21 22:25 SomeMagicOvenMitts Nude aged middle moms

"I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you."
It's almost funny when I think back on it. I replay those words in my head every night before finally falling asleep, usually no earlier than around 3:00 AM on a good night. The nightmares aren't bad; I rarely have them, actually. But when they come on, they come on with an insidious ferocity. Whenever I wake from one of my nightmares, I'm always left periodically checking my closet like a five-year-old child for the remainder of the night and lose any sleep I could hope to enjoy before sunrise in the process. I suppose these occasional nightmares mean I'm destined to forever remember what happened in that hotel room a few years back when I was still out on the hunt for jobs. I don't terribly mind that I can't forget. Like I said, the story is almost funny. Almost.
It happened on a night like tonight. Right now, it's 2:01 AM. Back then, it was 2:01 AM as well, or sometime around then. I was driving down an unfamiliar road that was fairly crowded for that time of night/early morning. The road was called Ashtin Way; at the end of this long, winding road sat the local university where I'd be interviewing for an adjunct gig teaching composition the next day, thankfully at 1:00 in the afternoon. I was looking forward to finding my hotel and getting some good rest before rising and preparing some more for the interview in the morning. Check out time would be 11:00 AM. I'd get some coffee and a light breakfast and be on the way to the school as soon as I woke up.
This was to be my first "big boy" job. I'd already signed a lease to a nearby apartment; that's how certain I was that I'd snag this gig no problem. But the start of my lease wasn't for another few weeks and I'd quit my fast food job earlier in the summer. As a result, I found myself paying for a hotel that was the last one available and wasn't exactly cheap with what meager savings I had. It was annoying to have to fork over the money for a single night, but my hometown was over five hours away. I'd left my parents' (where I was still staying, waiting for my new life to begin) at around 8:30 PM. A late start to get out on the road, I know, but I guess I didn't realize how much of the day had been eaten away by my constant stressing over the interview. But I had a reservation for the night and I had to get to the hotel. I was thinking of modifying my stay to two nights if that was allowed. The stress of the upcoming interview combined with late night driving had sucked a lot of energy from me. I didn't think I'd be able to drive back the next day.
The road was surrounded by businesses and restaurants on either side (some of them still with their lights on), and, like I said, was oddly busy for the lateness of the hour. It was Monday (well, Tuesday at this point), and the zoo just north of here (one of the most major zoos in the country, actually) I knew had discounted tickets on Mondays during the summer months. I'd read about it when researching the area, thinking that if I ended up staying longer, I might as well find something fun to do. I remember being disappointed I'd miss out on the Monday discount. I figured the cars on the road were returning from the zoo, which had some pretty late hours, according to my research. (They were open until midnight, if I recall.) I'd been deposited onto Ashtin Way from the interstate, and perhaps several late-night zoo visitors had just gotten off of it as well on their way back home. I sighed, envying all the people I imagined returning to their cozy, familiar beds after a day of summer fun.
Finally, I arrived at my hotel. It was on the far end of Ashtin Way, a few miles down from where I'd first turned onto the road. Across the street was a large, well-lit gas station, a Wawa. I'd heard of those but had never seen one before. Basically a QT or RaceTrac, only even more upscale than that if you can imagine it. My hotel itself was very nice, too. Like I said, it wasn't cheap. Brentwood Inn was the name of it. I think it was owned by the college or had some partnership with it, seeing as "Brentwood" was also the name of the university I'd be interviewing at tomorrow, on the other end of Ashtin Way. I parked, yawned, and gathered my backpack and the one other bag I'd brought with me. I passed through the hotel's automatic doors and entered the lobby, which was immaculate and modern with a chandelier, a continental breakfast area, a seating area populated by polished leather chairs, a sizeable flat screen spewing out Fox News, a large stone fireplace, the works.
"Hello sir." I was greeted by the woman manning the front desk, on which sat a bowl of apples and bananas. I recognized her voice from when I booked the room over the phone the other day. "Oh!" she said when I gave her my name and told her I had a reservation. "I didn't realize it was you! I'm terribly sorry about the mix up over the phone." She was talking about how she'd given me the wrong room on accident because of a computer error. She jotted down my number to call me back and had to go off to fix it, but it was all sorted out in the end.
"It's no problem," I told her groggily. I managed a smile despite my tiredness. She seemed worried I'd be mad. She probably dealt with all manner of asshole guests. Upon seeing I wasn't gonna bitch at her over a minor inconvenience from a few days ago as people probably normally do, she practically squealed with delight. She sure was a chipper little thing. I imagined she must sleep during the day to be so perfectly awake and cheerful during this overnight shift. That, or she had an impressive amount of caffeine currently flowing through her veins. She didn't look young, but she wasn't old by any means. Her hair nonetheless seemed to be graying, and though she was perfectly energetic and glad despite the late hour, in her eyes you could just detect a deep, long-lasting tiredness, the cause of which was hard to tell. But it of course didn't really matter. I yawned again. Suddenly, feeling confident come August I'd have a good income, I decided to splurge and ask if I could update my stay to two nights. Smiling wide, she said it wouldn't be a problem.
Feeling glad to finally be getting some rest, I headed up to my room. The little green light near the handle blinked when I slid my key card, and pushing the door open, I found myself in a room that was nicer than what my new apartment would look like, if a virtual tour on their website was anything to go by. The wallpaper was a pleasant, calming dark blue, the floors were hard wood, the bed was large and fluffy like some heavenly marshmallow and eagerly awaited me. The next couple of days in this strange place seemed like they'd go pretty okay after all. I had to admit, though, that I wasn't terribly confident about tomorrow's interview. I lay down thinking about what the comp director could possibly ask - trick questions were sure to arise. I bitterly remembered being asked about six ways I'd use a fucking pencil in an interview at a gym that I positively botched before landing the fast food gig. Surely, tomorrow's interview would come with something out of left field designed to stump me.
I began to think of what the comp director might ask beyond questions that would probe my qualifications. I thought about the history of the school. The first thing that came to mind was the mascot. It was an unusual one - a chimpanzee. I remember thinking how odd that was. My research into the school didn't state the mascot's origin as far as I could tell, but it did mention an incident involving said mascot back in the early 1930s when animals rights weren't well-respected and vaudeville acts and the like involving animals like chimps were perfectly common place. Brentwood had brought a chimp out onto the football field during a big game to entertain the crowd. He was actually lent to the school from the zoo. (Initially learning about the zoo from this story was one reason I looked it up later when I was searching fun things to do in the area.) Anyway, the incident played out like a real-life King Kong. The chimp apparently nearly snapped its leash, perturbed by the sounds of the marching band, but was thankfully reeled in by a group of men before it could attack a poor girl who could barely run while held down by the weight of her tuba. It could have been a lot worse. The school suffered a rough patch in its reputation, not helped by a rape and murder that happened the following year, committed by a homeless man who'd apparently been squatting on the campus grounds for months, evading security all the while. I didn't plan to mention any of that during the interview, obviously. But there was a chance they'd ask something stupid like what the mascot's name was. It was starting to annoy me I couldn't remember it, so I sighed, turned over, and reached for my phone on the nightstand. Before I could touch it, it buzzed and lit up with a notification.
"I will grab you. I will rip you. I will eat you."
It was a text from an unfamiliar number. Disconcerting, to say the least. But still, I was more confused than afraid. I briefly wondered if I should text back. The mystery of it was keeping me awake though I knew I needed to be rested for the interview. I'll deal with it later, I finally told myself after a few minutes considering what to do. Still, it was hard to fall asleep. I was just sure my phone would soon light up again with a new, perhaps even more sinister threat. I began to feel vulnerable. I always slept naked. It was just my habit because I can't stand any heat and would be unable to fall asleep otherwise. Now, I wanted to get up to put on some clothes, thinking it might make me feel a bit safer. At the same time, though, I wasn't too keen on getting out of the safety of my bed...
My phone came to life again. But it wasn't another ominous text. It was my alarm blaring. 9:00 AM. I'd woken up at a reasonable time, but I didn't feel rested and ready for the day at all. I would have slipped on the banana peel on the floor near the front desk had the woman who checked me in not cried for me to watch out. She wished me good luck when I told her I was on the way to an interview and I swear the crazy bitch waved at me the whole time as I left the building, even as I was stepping out onto the parking lot. I had to stop to give a massive yawn before opening my car door. Picking up the extra night was definitely a good idea. I wasn't about to drive back home today. I was exhausted, my mind preoccupied with the strange, threatening text from the previous night. In fact, I was so preoccupied, I found, that even a large coffee and some last-minute interview preparation in my car couldn't keep my mind focused on what questions I might be asked and how best to answer them.
As you might have guessed, the interview didn't go great. The comp director didn't seem irritated, but rather confused or even sympathetic about how tired and a little on edge I was. I performed passably (I think she even said that) and I think had the school not closed, I probably would have gotten the job. But I can only imagine.
Night 2. At this point, I was thinking there was a fair chance I didn't get the job, so I was a little depressed. I didn't want to do anything but sleep the rest of the day away and hopefully sleep through the night without incident. I'm not exactly sure why, but when night came, I decided I'd sleep in T-shirt and gym shorts. Maybe my survival instinct was wiser than I was that night. Maybe I just felt a little colder than usual. Maybe I was just looking for a way to feel more secure after last night's threatening text, the mystery of which I left unsolved in my tiredness. But, whatever the reason, I broke my habit and lay down for sleep fully clothed. I fell asleep almost instantly.
I awoke to a sound I expected to be the buzzing of my phone. I'd meant to block the number, but some part of me, I guess, was curious to see if they'd text again. I grabbed my phone and found it showed no new notifications. I knotted up my face in confusion and then, when the sound came again, I froze in terror. Grunting. Grunting or moaning or even some sort of mumbling in a low, guttural voice. And movement. Very slight movement. And the faint sound like someone brushing against--no, no it couldn't be. Brushing against...coat hangers? Was there something in the fucking closet?
My eyes grew huge. I let out a little gasp and clutched the covers, trying in vain to hide. How had someone gotten in? Who else had a room key? I thought I must have been having some sort of nightmare--sleep paralysis or some shit. I didn't have a history of it or anything, but it could happen to anyone, right? That was the best explanation I had in the moment. I wondered what to do. Then, suddenly, I heard (or maybe imagined in my terror that I heard) the creaking of the closet door as it gradually opened.
I jumped out of bed. Thankfully I didn't have to grab any clothes before making my escape since I wore clothes to bed that night. But I probably would have bolted out naked anyhow. I was getting the fuck out of there. I left everything behind and didn't look back. I think I managed not to scream somehow, but I probably uttered a "Fuck no!" or something similar as I dashed into the hallway. Breathing hard, I sprinted down the hall and burst through a door leading to a stairway (fuck waiting on the elevator) and I probably would have run out the building and raced up Ashtin had the woman at the front desk not stopped me.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" she cried in alarm. She ran out from behind the desk to stop me. "Sir, what's going on?"
"There's something in that fucking room!" I screamed.
At first, the woman seemed concerned when I told her this. But then, her face melted into a new expression that seemed almost bemused, as if I she knew perfectly well there was nothing in my room and I was being cutely naïve for thinking so.
"Oh really?" she said. "Well, why don't we go take a look? I'm Babs, by the way."
Was now really the time for proper introductions and pleasantries? It really did feel as if she were my mother (now that I think about it, the sick bitch was probably old enough to be) and was taking me back to my room to show me there were no such things as monsters in the closet.
"I'm not fucking going back up there."
"Oh, don't make such a fuss," Babs shot back at me, mildly annoyed. She beckoned me to follow her upstairs. "He gets out sometimes. It isn't that big a deal. He's perfectly harmless."
I swear my mouth must have fallen open in shock at that. I followed her, wanting to know what the hell she was talking about. If she wasn't afraid, I supposed I didn't have to be either. Did she keep some poor person captive in the hotel? I was starting to think I wouldn't put it past her; I realized at that moment just how off she'd seemed since the moment she checked me in.
She pulled the door open and sauntered into the room, not shutting it behind her. She looked utterly uninterested as she briefly searched around. I was hesitant to step inside. I could see the closet door was wide open, the hangers strewn everywhere.
"Well," she said, satisfied, "Looks like there's nothing here." She glanced at the coat hangers and smirked. "A little messy are we? She picked up my pants I wore to the interview, which were splayed on the floor and dotted with one or two drops of dried mud from my walk across campus. "A little dirty?"
I almost said something. No, I wasn't fucking messy or dirty - something was in my fucking closet. But then, this woman, trying to make her voice seductive, cut me off and said, "Well, cutie, you know I can be dirty too."
Flabbergasted, I washed as she began to disrobe. Soon, I found a naked, middle-aged woman walking toward me. I found myself backing up, shocked and disgusted, like Jack Nicholson after that decrepit woman in the tub came slowly approaching him while cackling in The Shining. That might as well have been what was happening. I put up my hands, telling her nonverbally to back the fuck off. I nearly said something, but I was interrupted by the sound of someone of something rushing down the hall and suddenly stopping. The same grunting I'd heard in bed. And now a new sound: curious hooting.
Babs froze. I lowered my arms slightly and carefully peered over my shoulder. In the doorway, there sat a chimpanzee. His fur was jet black and wild. His exposed teeth were yellow and fanglike. In his hand, he held a banana. Thinking about it now, I nearly smile. It was almost wholesome - like a picture you'd see on a zoo advertisement (minus the teeth, of course). But the chimp wasn't focused on his fruit. No, he was trying to peer past me, I could clearly see, for there was something very interesting about the nude woman before me.
I glanced back at Babs. She glanced down at her body. She looked back up, meeting the chimp's eyes. Her face looked like she'd just realized a gun she'd put to her head as some unfunny joke was actually loaded and she'd just pulled the trigger.
"Jeffrey," she uttered, shaking with fright. "Jeffrey, it's--"
The chimp lunged at her with a terrible shriek. I can only imagine how many people in that hotel jumped out of bed in a panic upon hearing it. I only saw a brief flash of the mauling before I stumbled out of the room and pushed past a bunch of confused and terrified guests spilling out into the hall. I still have nightmares, like I said. Likely, just thinking back on it tonight will trigger the nightmare to play once again if I do manage to sleep. When the police finally got to the hotel and shot the animal dead, they found only Bab's torso and bloody, mangled stumps were her limbs once were. Everything above her neck was utterly destroyed. The only remnant of her head was a massive blood stain on the floor. Streaks of blood and little chunks of her were apparently also splattered all over the calm, ocean-blue walls in that room, if eyewitness reports from the local paper are to be believed. The report mentioned that no one else was injured, that the chimp's rage was directed at Babs specifically for some strange reason, and he didn't harm or even pursue anyone else even as they all fled the hotel. I guess everyone was lucky enough to have worn clothes to bed that night.
Brentwood University is closed. There was no recovering from what came out after the chimp attack. It turns out that even though they discontinued using live chimps as their mascot at football games, they found an alternative use for the animals, one that was both utilitarian and morally questionable, to say the very, very least. The school, like I said, suffered a major blow to its reputation after a homeless squatter on campus raped and killed someone. It turns out there have been multiple such squatters over the years, given the area where the school was built gradually became plagued by poverty and crime. The school's solution: use chimps to eliminate the problem. The one who provided the chimps was the nearby zoo, just as they did when the chimps were a hallmark of the school's football games decades ago. The school maintained their partnership with the zoo and continued requesting they loan them the chimps without disclosing why. The zoo didn't ask questions because they found this actually benefited them. Because the school wanted the chimps to be transported under the cover of night, the zoo had to make staff stay later as a result in order to make this possible. As such, the zoo was able to increase its hours of operation, maximizing profits.
The zoo was one of the largest employers in the relatively small town (a lot of students who attended Brentwood worked there), so the staff couldn't complain much about the new hours and eventually got used to them. Whenever they had to transport a chimp to the college, most staff apparently didn't care to question it, though the paper quoted one worker as saying she was told the chimps were part of some sort of display for this or that spirit day (a chimp was the school's mascot, after all). The unknowing zoo staff were apparently always told the chimp would be well-supervised by expert trainers. College representatives seemed to want to underscore that it wouldn't be like the football games of decades past when the chimps couldn't be successfully wrangled. Regardless, word somehow never really spread about the zoo giving Brentwood chimps for shady, unknown reasons.
I think they knew what they were doing was wrong, though. The reason Jeffrey--the chimp at the hotel--attacked Babs is because she was nude, and the college had trained their chimps to maul only those who were naked. The homeless who appeared on campus would be stripped of their clothes and their clothes would be quietly donated to a Goodwill or somewhere similar, perhaps to assuage the guilt that might have come with murdering the campus trespassers. Campus security would always take any suspicious-looking people to the Brentwood hotel (which was indeed college property), where their chimp executioner resided in the large basement. The college apparently preferred doing this to contacting the police because the small-town police, in their opinion, couldn't be trusted to do an adequate job of solving their problem. Babs was apparently the only hotel worker who knew the college's secret. Jeffrey was the latest chimp that Brentwood had brought on board as a homeless exterminator, and Babs was the first employee of the hotel to discover him (as he had a habit of getting out). The school thought they were done for, but Babs pledged to keep the secret so long as she could keep Jeffrey as her pet. The woman was deeply lonely, as you could imagine. Single her whole life. Had no family or friends to speak of, according to her obituary. Well, except for her chimp, of course. She was fascinated by primate intelligence. Inspired by Koko the gorilla, she tried to teach Jeffrey sign language, but had better success teaching him how to type...
"I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you."
He was talking about a banana he found in the bowl on the front desk. He'd found Babs's phone. The creepy bitch had saved my number from when I gave it to her so she could call me back while she was having some trouble booking the room. Jeffrey certainly loved his bananas. That was one thing he loved to express in his typing, you know.
I sleep with clothes on now. Always. It's hard to get used to it and I often get hot. Maybe that's another reason I can't sleep. That and the image in my head of the gnarled ebony fingers of Jeffrey's paw clamping firmly into Babs's face as she wails in agony.
Think I'll check the closet one last time tonight...you can never be too careful.
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2020.11.21 01:42 GirlWith2ManyHoodies I stole this from someone but I'm bored as all hell talk to me

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2020.11.20 19:48 gangsta-chicken Moms middle nude aged

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  6. Zodiac Sign
  7. First Name
  8. Last Name
  9. Middle Name 10. Birthday
  10. Main Language(s)
Hobbies/Favorite things:
  1. Favorite Color
  2. Favorite Food
  3. Favorite Activity
  4. Favorite Music genre 16. Favorite Artist
  5. Favorite Song
  6. Favorite Movie 19. Favorite Video Game (if any)
  7. Favorite TV show
  8. Do you play any sports 22. Last thing you did
Life/Experience
  1. Do you currently have a job
  2. Future Job/CareeAmbitions
    1. Have you drank/smoked anything
  3. Have you done drugs
  4. Do you have any pets 28. Most Favorable Memory
  5. Most embarrassing moment 30. Dream Vacation
  6. How many Family members
  7. How many friends 33. Do you plan on going
college/university
Social Media:
  1. Do you use any other social media then Reddit
  2. Who do you follow
  3. Have you ever had an internet
argument
  1. Most used Social Media app 38. What's your username on each app
  2. Have you met any friends online 40. Do you follow any NSFW accounts/pages
  3. Last Person you DM'd/followed
  4. What was the last message you
sent 43. How many followers/friends on social media
  1. Amount of time you use social
media
to
Personal Belongings:
  1. Most expensive thing you own
  2. Do you own anything above
$1,000
  1. Most prized possession
  2. Do you own anything
embarrassing
  1. Weirdest thing you own
  2. Do you own anything popular
  3. Do you own anything considered
"rich"
  1. Do you own anything futuristic 53. Coolest thing you own
  2. Oldest thing you own
  3. What did you buy get recently
Appearance/Looks
  1. Hair Style
  2. Hair Length
  3. Hair Color
  4. Nice
  5. Body Style
  6. Ethnicity 72. What are you wearing
  7. Eye Color 74. Are you wearing makeup
  8. Type of Underwear you wear
  9. Favorite outfit 77. Facial/Body Hair
Relationships:
  1. Sexuality
  2. Relationship Status
  3. Who is your crush 81. Celebrity Crush
  4. Have you ever cheated on
someone
  1. Ideal Girlfriend/Boyfriend
  2. Idea of Perfect Date
  3. Have you asked someone out 86. What do you hope in a
relationship
  1. Are you interested in anyone 88. Do you real life online date
Sex & Sexuality:
  1. Are you a virgin 90. Have you ever seen anyone naked
  2. Do you have piercing/tattoos
  3. Have you ever had same-sex
expirence
  1. Have you ever sent a nude
  2. Have you ever sexted
  3. Have you ever kissed anyone 96. Am I attractive
  4. Have you ever slept together
  5. Do you want to have sex 99. Are you straight, bi, gay/lesbian,
pan, etc.
Sexual: (Welcome to Spicy
Town)
  1. Bra/Dick size
  2. Pubic Hair: Natural, trimmed, shaved, none
  3. Do you have any hair 103. (Guys Only) Areautircumcised
  4. How often you Masturbate 105. Have you ever watched porn
  5. Ideal Sexual/Physical attributes
  6. Favorite Sexual Fantasy
  7. Turn Ons/Turn Offs
  8. Any Kinks
  9. Ideal Sexual Position 111. How do you masturbate
  10. Do you own a toy 113. Have you ever been caught
Masturbating 114. Have you ever walked in when
someone was having sex
  1. Biggest fears of Sex 116. Do you have any STDS
  2. How often are you horny
  3. Most embarrassing sexual story 119. Are you currently horny
  4. What do you expect in a sexual relationship
Academics/School
  1. Where do you go to school
  2. What classes do you take
  3. What grade are you in
  4. Most favorite teacher
  5. Least favorite teachers
  6. Highest Grade/Lowest Grade in
classes
  1. How long is your school day
  2. Did you do your homework
  3. Do you have any test, quizzes, or
exams coming up 130. Last bad grade
  1. Last good grade
Economic Status/Wealth:
132: Are you rich/poor
  1. Where do you stand in the wealth
class (lower class, middle class, upper
class)
  1. How big is your house
  2. Take a picture of your house
  3. How much do your parents make
  4. Do your parents struggle with debt
  5. Do you own a pool
(above-ground/below-ground)
  1. Do you live in a gated neighborhood
  2. Do you have expensive stuff
  3. How big is your room
  4. What kind of school do you go to
Misc:
  1. Send a selfie
  2. Do whatever I say (no saying no)
  3. DM me
  4. Ask whatever you want (I can't say
no)
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2020.11.20 19:24 No_Faithlessness3486 Moms aged nude middle

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  1. Age
  2. Gender
  3. Height
  4. Weight 5. Where are you from
  5. Zodiac Sign
  6. First Name
  7. Last Name
  8. Middle Name 10. Birthday
  9. Main Language(s)
Hobbies/Favorite things:
  1. Favorite Color
  2. Favorite Food
  3. Favorite Activity
  4. Favorite Music genre 16. Favorite Artist
  5. Favorite Song
  6. Favorite Movie 19. Favorite Video Game (if any)
  7. Favorite TV show
  8. Do you play any sports 22. Last thing you did
Life/Experience
  1. Do you currently have a job
  2. Future Job/CareeAmbitions 25. Have you drank/smoked anything
  3. Have you done drugs
  4. Do you have any pets 28. Most Favorable Memory
  5. Most embarrassing moment 30. Dream Vacation
  6. How many Family members
  7. How many friends 33. Do you plan on going
college/university
Social Media:
  1. Do you use any other social media then Reddit
  2. Who do you follow
  3. Have you ever had an internet
argument
  1. Most used Social Media app 38. What's your username on each app
  2. Have you met any friends online 40. Do you follow any NSFW accounts/pages
  3. Last Person you DM'd/followed
  4. What was the last message you
sent 43. How many followers/friends on social media
  1. Amount of time you use social
media
to
Personal Belongings:
  1. Most expensive thing you own
  2. Do you own anything above
$1,000
  1. Most prized possession
  2. Do you own anything
embarrassing
  1. Weirdest thing you own
  2. Do you own anything popular
  3. Do you own anything considered
"rich"
  1. Do you own anything futuristic 53. Coolest thing you own
  2. Oldest thing you own
  3. What did you buy get recently
Appearance/Looks
  1. Hair Style 67. Hair Length
  2. Hair Color 69. Nice
  3. Body Style
  4. Ethnicity 72. What are you wearing
  5. Eye Color 74. Are you wearing makeup
  6. Type of Underwear you wear
  7. Favorite outfit 77. Facial/Body Hair
Relationships:
  1. Sexuality
  2. Relationship Status
  3. Who is your crush 81. Celebrity Crush
  4. Have you ever cheated on
someone
  1. Ideal Girlfriend/Boyfriend
  2. Idea of Perfect Date
  3. Have you asked someone out 86. What do you hope in a
relationship
  1. Are you interested in anyone 88. Do you real life online date
Sex & Sexuality:
  1. Are you a virgin 90. Have you ever seen anyone naked
  2. Do you have piercing/tattoos
  3. Have you ever had same-sex
expirence
  1. Have you ever sent a nude
  2. Have you ever sexted
  3. Have you ever kissed anyone 96. Am I attractive
  4. Have you ever slept together
  5. Do you want to have sex 99. Are you straight, bi, gay/lesbian,
pan, etc.
Sexual: (Welcome to Spicy
Town)
  1. Bra/Dick size
  2. Pubic Hair: Natural, trimmed, shaved, none
  3. Do you have any hair 103. (Guys Only) Areautircumcised
  4. How often you Masturbate 105. Have you ever watched porn
  5. Ideal Sexual/Physical attributes
  6. Favorite Sexual Fantasy 108. Turn Ons/Turn Offs
  7. Any Kinks
  8. Ideal Sexual Position 111. How do you masturbate
  9. Do you own a toy 113. Have you ever been caught
Masturbating 114. Have you ever walked in when
someone was having sex
  1. Biggest fears of Sex 116. Do you have any STDS
  2. How often are you horny
  3. Most embarrassing sexual story 119. Are you currently horny
  4. What do you expect in a sexual relationship
Academics/School
  1. Where do you go to school 122. What classes do you take
  2. What grade are you in 124. Most favorite teacher
  3. Least favorite teachers
  4. Highest Grade/Lowest Grade in
classes
  1. How long is your school day
  2. Did you do your homework
  3. Do you have any test, quizzes, or
exams coming up 130. Last bad grade
  1. Last good grade
Economic Status/Wealth:
132: Are you rich/poor
  1. Where do you stand in the wealth
class (lower class, middle class, upper
class) 134. How big is your house
  1. Take a picture of your house
  2. How much do your parents make 137. Do your parents struggle with debt
  3. Do you own a pool
(above-ground/below-ground) 139. Do you live in a gated neighborhood
  1. Do you have expensive stuff 141. How big is your room
  2. What kind of school do you go to
Misc:
  1. Send a selfie
  2. Do whatever I say (no saying no)
  3. DM me
  4. Ask whatever you want (I can't say
no)
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2020.11.19 06:26 Confident_Spread_167 Moms aged nude middle

Hello 22 M here. I work in a jail as a guard. My shifts are 8 hours long however every day I am forced over and have to work a 16 hour shift. I live with all men in my house and typically work with all male coworkers. With this the only females im ever in contact with are family which I enjoy but I want more female interaction in my life. Let’s me say I’m not looking for sex or nudes or anything of the sort. I’m a kind caring and genuine young man that wants a platonic relationship with a female. I will not send you pictures and will not ask for any. I’m looking for very sweet, interesting and curious females that just want a good conversation. I have an admittedly dark sense of humor meaning I can joke about anything (also not referring to sex, that got old in middle school) and would enjoy that in a conversation as well. This is exclusive to females at the age of or over the age of 18 considering I’m 22 I wouldn’t relate to younger females and don’t think it wise to have an conversation with a minor. Thanks guys👍🏻
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2020.11.18 18:52 BadiolaBB Annoying Little Brother (Parts 4 and 5, the end)

Been a long time since I updated this story (2 months!) due to lockdown and various commitments, but I've been thinking about finishing it off ever since.
This is a very long update, all in one go as Part 4 contains buildup and reaction only (no busting). Didn't want to tease too much!
Hope you all like the direction it takes.
Parts 1, 2 and 3
Part 4a:
Ellie and Amie eventually got bored of teasing John, who was still lying prone on the floor like a dead bug. They went back to Amie’s room to watch a film together, leaving him to continue crying his eyes out.
After a while, John came out of shock enough to get back to his knees. It was dark now and he could only faintly hear the TV from Amie’s room. He crawled back to his room, but didn’t have enough energy to climb onto the bed. He lay, still weeping, on his own floor.
Eventually he thought he’d try to get downstairs and alert mum. She was always really good at making him feel better, and she’d definitely punish the girls for this and make sure it never happened again. He slowly crawled his way downstairs, being careful to keep his legs wide apart so they didn’t touch his aching balls. He was a little paranoid that one of the girls would sneak behind him again, so he kept stopping and turning his head.
The lounge was empty when he finally got there. Mum must have gone to bed already. How long was he in Ellie’s room for?
Still in a lot of pain, he crawled himself up onto the sofa and laid down in the patch mum normally was. It was still a little warm from where she’d been, which was as much comfort as he was going to get. He curled up in a ball and softly cried himself to sleep, begging this feeling to go away and never come back.
Part 4b:
“John? Wake up honey. Why are you sleeping down here?”
John opened his eyes, his mum was sat on the edge of the sofa, looking back at him. He tried to stretch his legs out, and the dull ache returned in his lower half.
“Mum, they hurt me again”
“What? Who did?”“Ellie and Amie”
“Oh, for god sake! What did they do this time?”
“They both kicked me”
“What?! In your--- in your willy again?”
John looked sad and nodded
“Mum, it still hurts” John groaned, on the verge of tears again
“What did you do to them?”
“We were fighting again and…”
“I’ve had enough of this fighting! Why are you fighting them?”
“Cause I wanted to show them how big and strong I am!”
“And you still want to do that?”
“Yeah, but they keep kicking me in the bad part, mum. They keep cheating! They promised they wouldn’t”
“Ok, I’m going to talk to the girls. This needs to end! And you need to stop teasing and annoying them until then, ok?”
“Ok, I swear”
John’s mum got up, and went upstairs. He could hear her calling Ellie and Amie out, and felt reassured that she would sort them both out and protect him. He tried to get up so he could hang around at the bottom of the stairs and listen in to their conversation, but as he tried to stand up he realised how sore his balls still were. He was going to lay here for a while and watch TV instead.
He could trust mum.
Part 4c:
“Ellie! Amie! I need to speak to you in my room now!”
Ellie and Amie had both been sound asleep until mum had shouted for them. Amie cursed John as she pulled herself out of bed. He’d ruined their morning again. Would he ever stop being this annoying?!
They both emerged from their rooms and sloped into their mum’s room. They tried to hold themselves in a way that seemed as vulnerable and regretful as possible.
“Is what John’s saying true?”
“Mum, he’s been such a creep again!” Ellie pleaded
“He’s your brother! He’s not a creep, he just likes spending time with you! And now you’re both kicking him in his privates for it?!”
“I saw him staring at Ellie’s boobs mum. And he keeps pulling at my clothes like he wants to see me naked!”
John’s mum was disturbed by this accusation, and took a few seconds to respond.
“He’s your little brother! He wants to be close to you, he’s probably trying to get some affection out of the two of you. Why are you always so mean to him?”
“But mum, I promise this time! If you were there you’d have seen what he was doing!” Amie said
“Right… Ellie, do you have anything to say?”
“Yes mum, I promise too. He’s been acting really weird and it makes us both super uncomfortable! I was only trying to protect Amie!”
“Well that’s not what John is saying at all. Can’t you play nicely with him?”
“Mum, you don’t see what he’s like! And he only thinks he’s stronger cause he’s a boy”
“Ok, you’re fighting again tonight are you?”
“If he wants to still!”
“He said to me he did, so let’s see if you’re telling the truth. This time I’m going to be there to make sure nothing bad happens to anyone, and you will not be kicking your brother in his willy again! Either of you!”
Ellie spluttered a bit at the word ‘willy’. Mum’s language about anything sexual was always this innocent and juvenile. Tonight, she thought, mum would realise that John wasn’t so innocent himself anymore.
Part 5a:
The evening came, and it was nearly time to wrestle. John had barely managed to eat any dinner, as his sisters kept whispering and giggling away at the dinner table. His mum hadn’t been very happy when she collected his plate up, having spent hours slaving over dinner.
John still had mum on his side, but he had to have a plan if things started to go wrong. He’d been thinking all day, and he thought he had something.
Once they’d let their food (or lack thereof) settle, they gathered together in mum’s room. The girls were both wearing small pyjama shorts and old, baggy white t-shirts. Mum had on a pair of grey jogging bottoms and one of her workout tops. In this top it was clear to see where Ellie had got her boobs from, though these days mum was quite a bit broader than either of the girls, and carried some extra weight around her bum, legs and waist. Still, her spinning and yoga classes ensured that she carried this weight well for a woman of her age, and had a good deal of strength underneath the extra layer or two.
“Right” mum said “We should start then. How do you normally do it?”
“Well, John fought Amie twice already. He’s lost once and… I guess he won one.” said Ellie
“Ok, so we’re even there. John, who do you want to fight?”John looked at both girls. He hadn’t yet had the chance to wrestle Ellie properly, and thought about being pressed up next to her boobs.
“Ummm… either! I can fight both!”
“Maybe we should just stick to one. Do you want to fight Amie again, or Ellie?”
“Ok… Ellie please. I haven’t been able to beat her up yet!”“Ok, and you want to fight Amie afterwards?”
“Yeah!”
“That seems like it might be a lot for one night! We'll see how how go and how strong you are. Maybe I'll join your team and we can fight together!”
“Mum! I don’t need you on my team, that’s embarrassing. I can handle them both!”
“Well, we’ll see. I don’t want you getting beaten up by both of them in one night. You might need my help to wrestle them off!”
The girls stood giggling together through this whole exchange. This was going better than they expected. They hadn’t banked on getting mum that involved! Ellie needed to win convincingly.
Part 5b:
Mum set out the rules. No strikes, nothing that leaves a mark, just wrestling. Anything different and her say is final. John complained that he wouldn’t be able to use his karate kicks, but mum made herself clear. Any kicking of any kind is a straight disqualification.
Ellie walked towards John in the centre of the room, standing tall over him as they went face to face.
“Ready… go!”
Ellie raised her arms and held them out slightly, then stopped there, staring at John, willing him to make the first move. John leapt towards her waist and tried for a takedown, but he couldn’t quite pull her down. As John hung off her legs, Ellie subtly slid her shorts down while appearing to try and shake him off.
“John! Mum!!! Look what he’s doing. I told you!”
John looked up, and saw Ellie’s shorts had been pulled down below her crotch, leaving her little cotton pants exposed. He couldn’t help but stare for a second, then realised what was going on. He let go and turned towards mum, red in the face.
“I didn’t--- I didn’t”
Mum looked at John, unsure what to feel, but a bit caught up in what she’d just seen. Were the girls right all along? It certainly looked like it. They’d been fighting 5 seconds and he was already pulling Ellie’s shorts down. And right in front of her!
“JOHN!... ok, that’s a warning. Any more of that and you’re disqualified AND grounded. I do not want to see you treating your sisters like that, do you hear me?”
“Mum, I didn’t mean---”
“Do you hear me?!”
“Yes mum. Sorry.”
“Right… are you ok Ellie? Yeah? Ok, you can both carry on… but I’m watching you.”
John got up slowly, red with embarrassment. He thought about what had just happened and how unfair it was, and became really quite angry. He was going to embarrass both of his sisters back by beating them up the best he could.
This time he jumped at Ellie’s head and went for a headlock. He got his arms round her neck, pulled her head down, planted his feet on the floor and squeezed as hard as he could. Ellie let him hold her there for a few seconds while she thought about what to do next. She also figured it was good for him to think he was winning again and let his guard down before she took him down and out.
Ellie stood bolt upright, sending John up off the ground while trying to cling onto her. She ran backwards into the wall, sending him back first and squashed by her body. They both sank down to the ground, where John tried to get his breath back.
“Ellie, careful! You could hurt each other doing that. Keep it in the middle of the room, no walls or objects!” Mum said.
John scrambled up before mum even finished, and grabbed at Ellie’s leg again, trying to get her in an Ankle Lock like he’d seen on the tv. It didn’t work, and Ellie lent over him, lifting him by the back of his arms. He must’ve been weak from not being able to eat any dinner, and couldn’t put up much resistance.
It was time for his plan.
He grabbed at her again, and tried to pull her down towards the floor with all of his might. She wasn’t budging, so her went down to her legs and pinched the back of her knee as hard as he could, then quickly swept at the other leg. Ellie dropped to her knee and looked at him, pissed off at what a little prick he was.
“Oh, you want to play like that?”
They started rolling around the floor, limbs flailing. John felt Ellie’s shin catch him in the thigh, and went for it.
“Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Owwwwwwwwwww! Oh god, not my balls again!”
John started rolling around the floor, holding his balls.
Amie and Ellie both turned to look at mum. She breathed in deeply and shook her head. She had been watching them closely, and knew a bad acting performance when she saw one.
“Ellie! What are you doing?” she said
Ellie wasn’t sure how to play this. She had a whole plan for how this fight would go, but this wasn’t in it at all.
“Mum, I didn’t---”
“I don’t want to hear it Ellie. John, are you ok?!”
John continued to roll around the floor, holding his balls. He tried to put on the most injured voice he could muster
“Oooohhhhh, aaahhhhhh, ouch. Mum, she kicked me again!”
“Yes, I saw that honey. Is your willy ok?”
“Mummmmmm, it really hurts.”
“Ok, well you won John. Ellie, you’re disqualified. I hope you’re happy, look at your brother”
Mum was behaving in a way Ellie couldn’t read at all. She sounded upset, but she didn’t look it. She looked over to Amie, who was smiling. Amie had seen it too, there was no way mum thought that was a kick in the balls.
“John, are you going to be ok for match number 2? Come on. Mum will be with you this time, no more of that business”
John smiled a bit, but tried to stop it as he was supposed to be hurting.
“Oohhhh, give me 10 minutes, then yes”
Part 5c:
John stumbled around with a pronounced limp, acting like he’d been shot. After 10 minutes, he told mum he’d be ok to carry on as long as they didn’t do that again.
“Not on my watch! We’ll wrestle them both down together, how about that?”
John smiled again. He knew he could count on mum, and Ellie would definitely be getting grounded after this. If he could get mum distracted wrestling one of them, maybe he’d be able to pull up the other’s top quickly too.
They lined up facing each other. “Let’s go!” Mum said.
John jumped forward and grabbed Amie, expecting mum to do the same to Ellie. He had Amie by the shoulders, when he felt Ellie’s arms coming over him. The girls picked him up on their shoulders together and shook him around as much as they could. They kept going with him kicking and squirming for a good 20 seconds, before dropping him down.
“Mum! You’re supposed to help me!”
Mum looked back and him and shrugged.
Right, John thought he’d have to be really strong and do this on his own. He stood up again and jumped at Ellie this time, briefly getting her in a headlock before Amie appeared and lifted him up again. This time they held him between them in a bearhug, squeezing him tight. John might’ve enjoyed this much more if he could breathe properly. He looked over at mum, who was lightly pushing and shaking Ellie in a play attempt to get her off.
Again, after a while, they dropped him.
John was again furious, and more than a little panicked.
“This isn’t fair! You’re both ganging up on me and all I’ve got is big fat mum doing nothing!”
Ellie and Amie both put their hands over their mouths. He’d called her fat?!
John turned around, realising he was probably in trouble.
“Big fat mum?! Right you”
Mum grabbed John and wrestled him down, rolling him about while the girls laughed and cheered.
“Stop mum, you’re embarrassing me!”
“Oh, you think this is embarrassing?”
Mum pulled John up so she was sat behind him, with his legs kicking around.
“Is this what you wanted to do to your sisters?”
She grabbed the inside of his shorts, paused for a second, and then quickly pulled them aside, exposing his genitals to the room. She held them there while he shouted and flailed. The girls roared with laughter.
As she let go of his shorts, she loosened her grip on him. She figured this, while an unusual punishment, would be enough for him to lose face and stop being such a brat.
John defiantly swung his arm back as hard as he could, catching his mum flush in the face with his elbow.
She went down, clutching her face, while once again the girls covered their mouths. John was still furious, and showed absolutely no concern this time. He stood over her, braced to swing again.
Mum took away her hand from her face, checking for blood. There was none, but her face was throbbing with pain.
“You DARE! Ok, rules are off.” Mum said “You need knocking down a bit. Girls, you’ve got my permission to do whatever it takes to win”
John turned around and looked at his sisters, they were smiling. They had him exactly where they wanted him. He had to do something and quick.
John swung his right hand at Amie, catching her in the chin. The little shit might not have had much strength, but these punches still hurt. She went down to her knees.
Ellie grabbed him. He tried to punch her too, but she held his arms. He scrambled about and managed to nearly pull her top up in the process.
A shout came from Amie
“Kick him in the willy!”
John was momentarily paralysed with fear.
“No, no, no”
While Ellie was lining up, he got his movement back. He quickly twisted his body and pulled with everything he had to get away from her. She released him, and he lay on the floor, trying to move away from them. Ellie took a quick step and faked a kick towards him, and he stood up, jumping back.
Right to where mum was waiting.
She put a finger to her lips to signal the girls not to give her away
“Mum! Make them stop” John called out, keeping his eye on his sisters
She looked at the girls. Amie was still holding her face. Ellie, her first born, had been putting up with this for months. He’d lied to her. Who knows what he’d been putting them through. No more. He needed a hard lesson.
She tapped John on the shoulder, and as he turned around she grabbed him and without hesitation she drove her knee emphatically into her son’s groin.
It was a disastrous collision. The sort of blow that completely realigns your front end. She had lost all inhibition and rationality, and put the full force of her powerful legs into his genitals.
John was devastated. His own mother, the person he trusted most in the world, had just uncorked a vicious knee into his special place. He’d been robbed of his dignity again, and left questioning everything he held true.
He sunk to his knees as his hands covered his privates. His face, contorted in shock, began to flood with his tears. He let out a pathetic weep before bursting into a full cry and falling further to the ground. Only the floor kept him from sinking into the absolute abyss. It was game over and night night for him. Out of action indefinitely.
Mum looked over at the girls intensely. They were again left with no idea how to react, completely stripped of their plans but elated at how things had worked out.
Mum raised her arms, and high kicked the air.
“And yourrrrrr winner….. Big... Fat... Mum!”
The girls erupted with laughter. They both ran up and hugged their mum tight.
“That was amazing! Oh my god! Mum, you got him so good!”
“I’m just so sorry I doubted you girls. I’d do anything for you. All of you. Even John. You might not have got what you wanted, but you sure got what you needed. Don’t you EVER touch your sisters like that again, or pretend to me like they hurt you! Now you know what it’s like to get REALLY hurt!”
The girls danced around, squealing, clapping and high fiving. Mum let them carry on, knowing they hadn’t often had much to celebrate lately with John harassing them constantly.
“And if he ever does anything like that again. Anything. Any peeping, any pulling at your clothes, anything inappropriate at all. You know how to get him back!”
“Really mum?”
“Yes. Let that be a lesson John!”
John was present in body, but not in spirit. He continued to wail on the floor in agony throughout this whole exchange.
Ellie had an idea.
“Mum… look… he’s pulling my top up again!”
She began pulling her top up. Mum and Amie laughed.
“What… and my shorts are coming down!” said Amie, pulling her shorts to her knees
“Oh gosh girls… and my bottoms!” Mum added, bending over and pulling down her bottoms
“He must be punished!” said Ellie, now with her top lifted just below her boobs
“Well, one more couldn’t hurt!” Mum laughed, as she whipped her bottoms down to her ankles and off. She knew she was getting a bit carried away, but she felt like she really owed the girls, and that a bit of fun with them now would mean a lot. John was down and out anyway, how much worse could it get?
“Pick him up girls, let’s make it count!”
The girls took an arm each, lifting John up. He offered little resistance, still not really aware of his surroundings.
“Hang on…” Ellie said, leaving him in Amie’s arms.
She stood out in front of John, pulling her top up all the way. She hadn’t been wearing a bra. Her huge boobs hung in front of him, in what would’ve been utterly tantalising if he had any capacity to think beyond his broken balls.
“There we go, now we’ve definitely got a reason!”
She pulled her top down, stepped behind him and took an arm back, and they both kicked his legs out, holding him firm and high.
Mum stepped up like she was kicking the final points in the Super Bowl. All of her muscles tensed, and the extra meat on her legs swung towards him, her arched foot crashing into his balls as if it was on course for the ceiling.
If John could process this one, it would be 10x worse than the last, and anything the girls had dished out. If he was broken before, he was shattered now. There was no going back.
“See Ellie, that’s how you actually kick him and make it count!”
“Mum! I think you broke his willy” Ellie squealed through tears
“Ha ha! You can’t have kids anymore!” Amie repeated obnoxiously, pointing her finger at him each time
This time mum cheered with them, and they all launched high kicks towards the air while running around and pretending to have groin injuries.
Ellie pulled her top up so her boobs fell out again “Oops, we’ve got to get him again””
Mum laughed “Ellie! No more now… wait, what’s this?” Mum pulled her top up too, exposing her boobs, which hung lower but with all of the shape and size of Ellie’s
Amie pulled her shorts all the way down, her cotton panties going with them “Oh my god… well I’m glad I don’t have a willy and balls at least!”
John was not only going to be gripped to his mum’s floor, inconsolable, for the entire night, but he’d also missed a long and full view at the semi naked bodies of his sisters and, unexpectedly, his mum. He wouldn’t have the chance to see any of them nude again, and no longer had any means to get away with even trying.
They would walk around the house in very little clothing now, teasing him and hoping to put him in a compromised position, but getting caught was now to risk his manhood, to risk having his family jewels permanently realigned at the end of another boot from the ones he loves.
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2020.11.18 17:00 brokentaurus Aged middle nude moms

I was 19, living with my mom and her husband. We had moved to Texas a year prior since her husband got a job transfer, they always wanted to move somewhere warm when my sister and I finished high school. My sister needed up going to college in our home state but I left with my mom because I knew she couldn’t be alone.
My mom is a very, very codependent person (I believe I’m using that word right). She has never been able to think for herself, she honestly has never been alone in life because she’s scared. Family has always been number one to my mom but when she remarried no one in our family liked him. He is vulgar, rude, controlling, and can make anybody uncomfortable as soon as he walks into the room. (Not to mention he was also my dads best friend- yes, my mom married my dads best friend). My moms husband made her cut all ties with her family because he felt they didn’t respect him- which they didn’t. (There was actually a major incident that happened but that’s a story for another time)
So life in Texas has been very difficult since the first day. My mothers husband and I would always argue day after day, week after week. I would always be the one to apologize, my mom always asked me too since her husband is just too stubborn and has no problem staying mad his whole life.
(If anyone is into zodiac signs- her husband is Dec. Sagittarius, my mom is an April Aries, and I’m a May Taurus.)
Her husband always made me uncomfortable. I never knew how to say this to anyone because my mom always said he never meant in any sort of way... he always walked around the house with shirt off. I was in middle school the first time I saw him take his shirt off and I twisted his nipples because I thought it was funny? (I was like in the 8th grade, it was hilarious for some reason) But then he started doing it back to me... for years. It became more frequent when we moved to Texas, it was just the three of us in that house. He would sometimes slap my butt, he wouldn’t let me wear thongs (yes he’d check for them), I was always questioned if I had lace underwear or bras, he’d tell me to stop covering up my boobs with my arms if I was braless in the morning, he would come into my room at night and spoon me from behind if he couldn’t sleep. He also had me do his feet- put them in a foot bath, cut his toenails, massage and lotion, and even paint them black. He had me shave his face, I’d bring a bowl and shaving cream to the couch and he’d lay back. He called it a “father daughter tradition”. Back then I called him dad, he kept telling me he earned it and deserved to be called that even though I told him I didn’t feel comfortable... I told him I felt like I was betraying my dad. He also said he deserved to be kissed on the lips, it was a sign of respect. I fought him on both of those for about a year, even told him I didn’t love him- but my mom wanted her family happy. I did anything for my mom.
Her husband used to hold my hand on the couch, and move his thumb up and down on my hand. He used to caress my face when we were on the couch watching tv, I never really liked being touched by him so I would always swat him away. But one day he got mad and told me “what are you gonna do when you have boyfriend? not let him touch you??”
So I finally got a boyfriend. I never dated in high school, I was shy and I was always dealing with family issues and schoolwork to even think about one. But I met a guy at my job, my mom actually worked at the same place. She was his boss for about a year.
We started talking in January, we were friends a year prior but he worked outside the building and I worked inside so we hardly saw each other. February is when we officially started dating. We kept it a secret from everyone because we have 24 year age gap. (I understand big age gaps like this don’t make sense to some people and that’s okay, just please be kind.)
I started working two jobs around the same time we started dating. I would tell my mom that I was working late or got called in- but in reality I was meeting with my boyfriend in the parking lot. (They had a tracker on my phone so if I said I was going to work, I would drive over there and leave my phone in my car and hop into his. We never went far tho, I was always paranoid)
Fast forward to April, my mom and her husband were going out of town for his motorcycle club so I invited my boyfriend to come over after work. He drove out, I made us some dinner, and I lost my virginity. He came over to my house a total of three time.
Fast forward to May, I had just turned 20. I was in yet another argument with her husband. I was taking a shower and he proceeded to bang on the door, he wanted the phone he just bought me back. I handed it to him and closed the door. He ended up getting into a really big argument with my mother which resulted in him to pack his bags, hop on his bike and leave.... again. Hi how them resulted in my mom, hoping in her truck to try and follow him. On his way out though he destroyed my beauty room, threw my vanity mirror to the ground, knocked my painting off the wall- I was so angry I just started packing it all up.
The next day, he still wasn’t home and he still had my phone. I went in to work early to get a facial before my shift, I work in the beauty industry. As soon as I start my shift, I get a call at my job. It’s her husband, he tells me that they know about everything and that I need to get home immediately.
I started panicking at work but I left. I made it home and I saw my mom pacing on the front porch, sobbing. Her husband was inside smoking a cigarette. I honestly don’t remember everything he said, but he went through my phone. He went somewhere to get it jailbroken or something. He read all my messages with my boyfriend, he saw all the nudes I sent him, all the videos I sent him, he saw a picture of a magnum wrapper on my bedroom floor, he saw everything and saved it. He saved my nudes. He threatened to call my dad and tell him everything I did, and even said he’ll send my dad my nudes. He asked me if I liked it, if he was good since he fit a magnum, I said I wasn’t gonna answer that and he slapped me. He slapped my so hard the glasses fell off of my face and my head hit the wall. He slapped me twice. My mother didn’t say anything since she was told to shut up.
He ended up kicking me out, let me leave the house with two pairs of socks, bras, underwear, pants, and shirts. Thankfully I was able to grab my paperwork (birth certificate and everything) and I had another change of clothes in the car.
Her husband went outside to remove the license plates from my car, leaving me and mom alone for a second while I packed my bag. She was so upset, crying and hyperventilating telling me not to leave her, I’m making a big mistake, “we can fix this”- but she also said that I deserved to get hit. So I walked outside. My mom was crying in her husbands arms.
The last thing he said to me was that I was an asshole, and because I’m an asshole I don’t deserve to see my mother ever again. And he was going to take her and move her far far away from me.
So he did.
They packed up the house and moved back to our home state two months later. Without telling me.
I’m now 22 and I still haven’t spoken to my mother since. I have reached out to her multiple times over the years, but I don’t get a response. My sister tells me she’s read them, but she doesn’t say much.
Just this past September, the both of them drove from our home state to Texas to see his friend in his motorcycle club. My mom was in town for a week, and stayed twenty minutes away from me but didn’t tell me.
My mom was my best friend. I love her so much and I would do anything for her. I still don’t know how to handle not having a mom to talk to or want to see you.
Should not have invited my boyfriend over when they were out the house? Absolutely not. But isn’t that 19 year olds do?? Isn’t that what high schoolers do?? I acted my age for the first time in a long time. All I want in my life is to be happy, I chose my boyfriend because he makes me happy.
But I have never been so depressed in my life.
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2020.11.18 04:44 FreedomFingers My experience to confirm my belief

Okay here it goes. Mind u I am no author, nor english major, so expect typos and grammar flaws. I imagine this will sound like a creepypasta and honestly, I have no real evidence other than a few lost evps on a old laptop that was my friends and a link to my highschool band soundcloud as proof that we existed, I would link it but I wasnt aware that my name would also be the link, if u want i can link privately maybe Also the name of the town which is took place, Dillonvale, ohio (idk the address nor would I disclose it I only know the road the house sits on. The intersection of county road 6 and 7. Maybe google street view will have the house photographed, a beat up 2 story small brown house But if u google the town and surrounding towns u should come across ghost stories, indian sites, and that it was safe havens for the underground railroad.) Please do not visit as I'm not sure who or if anyone still lives there Anyway let's begin, idk where to begin.
Before my band became a thing my friends would go to this house and hang out with another friend we would often stay the night as my friend, logan had a crush in the chick that lived there and we all went to highschool together. The first night staying there u could from the start feel that something was off, but I played it off as just a new place new people. That is until then first event happened. I was sleeping up stairs in a sort of second den on a sofa while my friend and his crush slept in her room. Also sleeping in the second den was a friend Laura and devin, her in a recliner and him on a floor mat. I just started to doze off when the closet off from the steps turned on. Thinking to myself "okay no big deal could be chicks mom looking for something" a few moments go by and no noise at all. Then a radio turns on! By now I'm laying bricks in my pants (but hey atleast this ghost had good taste in music) after what seemed like 5 or 10mins the radio shuts off and I finally fall asleep... The next day of course i asked chicks mom if she was looking for something upstairs and she said no and that the closet has no power and certainly no plug for a radio. That's when I learned about some history of the house from her and that it was haunted. She claimed (and confirmed with a newspaper article from some time in the 1900s that she found in her basement) that there was 5 permanent spirits, and others that would come and go either hang out for a few days or only once. She strongly believed there was a portal in the basement. (You know how crazy it actually is to take a shower and be scared that when u pull the curtain back something might be on the other side? Terrifying)
The 5 spirits from what I can remember are;
a young boy roughly 8, he fell in the well on property and the community could not get him out so they had to seal it. Trust me I know it sounds out there, i did not believe it either until she showed me the newspapers. I honestly would of called her out for trying to scare me if it wasnt for that and me actually experiencing the child.
One year after my band departed me and chick kept hanging out she was a year younger than me and a grade behind, so she left for school and I slept in. Chick has a little brother named... benji we will say... well as I was sleeping I felt the foot of the bed bow down and I say "go down stairs benji I'll be down to play in a minute" Upon saying this I rethink wait he isnt allowed upstairs and then I see this boy on the bed lookin at me, not in a scary or menacing way. Just watching me. (Have u ever seen a old photograph that is aged, looks brown or yellowish? That's what he looked like) he was wearing overalls short hair and a blank expression. He then stood up walked to a dark corner of her room and vanished.. (she has black out curtains to make the room darker) and that was my only encounter with the child.
The old lady This old lady would like to play tricks I never seen her but things would come up missing or moved, my shoes, keys, pop cans would get knocked over, door handles would jiggle. The last two I did experience while playing xbox360
The cowboy.
Cliche I know but this house was built sometime in the late 1800s and I think it was around Christmas (we were friends for years) I was watching something in the main room and tv and I smelled something off. That was not cooking lol it smelled of a strong cigar and then the stairs leading upstairs creaked and u could hear spurs cling and clang from old boots and eventually hear thuds of the man walking around this happened on two occasions.
I know I said 5 but I did not witness all 5 in fact idk what the fifth one is or was. I could be the same or separate from the last one I'm about to explain.. this last one is what caused me to stop going to this house and a few months later my friends had a falling out and we all stopped hanging out for one reason or another one moved the other got jealous the other got a job, ya know life and growing up. But this last one I will never forget..
My band just got done opening a show for another local band, and we were crashing at this chicks house for the night after a little partying my guitarist devin and I fell asleep in the main room. It was a full moon out and the house has bay windows (if it is on Google maps u will see the windows first floor right side) so the moonlight was shining in.
I just started to fall asleep in a recliner and my guitarist behind me on the sofa. As I was dozing off I felt something tap the back of my chair. It tapped 2 or 3 times. I thought it was my guitarist throwing stuff at me, I told him to stop and I was trying to sleep, then I felt a harder tap I looked back and he was passed out, the entire house was. Her mother's room was downstairs 2 rooms over off from the kitchen. Her mom my guitarist and I were the only ones downstairs My drummer the chick and her 2 friends were upstairs. The house was oddly quite. I then thought okay it must be the old woman, I got up and moved to the other smaller couch thinking she just wanted to sit in the chair.
As I moved to the couch and laid down I couldn't sleep I felt as if something was watching me and I was scared. I scanned the room for a bit and saw this shadow in the upper right corner (left from the street view) this shadow was not a natural darkness, it was darker than dark and we stared at each other. Even as I type this years later I still get goosebumps. It then quickly moved to the left, then right, then left, then to the center top of window. I gasped, it then fell to the floor and went to the right corner of the wall/window. It went left to right again. I start yelling for devin wake up wake up wake up, hes dead to the world.. the shadow then begins to quickly crawl toward me (think about how the grudge crawls..) it gets close I kick and then shout "No!" And I swear on everything, as quickly as the thing vanished literally everyone in the house woke up my guitarist shot up looked at me, her mom came out asked what was going on "ur house is fking haunted jo" the people upstairs woke up and shouted down if everything was alright... i spent the rest of the night in the band van.
Later after the event i learned that this shadow or another shadow that hung out in a 3rd room up stairs would target her younger brother (not benji) she had 2 brothers a young child benji and a older brother (middle child) Joey we will call him
This shadow or maybe another (that's why I said 5) would target Joey and he would wake up in the mornings naked and confused he was old enough to start changing and thinking certain ways but still too young to be sleeping in the nude lol he would often sleep walk, talk, and wake up confused and undressed..
He moved into his grandmother's house and lived there most of the time visiting occassionally but this house was so haunted it literally pushed him out and his room was off limits to everyone that would come to hang out and even the people living there wouldnt go in unless needing to look for something as a last resort.
There was a small office room upstairs across from the closet in the beginning of this and that's where we would use the laptop to try and get evps, we would leave in the den room upstairs and leave for a few hrs to come back and see what it picked up. And picked up things it did. Obviously we could hear her mom doing stuff downstairs and if a loud noise would occur we could quickly determine it was her, but there was also other things. Quite footsteps, voices. And not like one or two from the same voice. Multiple voices. From multiple sources, almost full conversations or parts of, we could hear things move around tips over turn on. It was the wildest thing. Idk if chick or her mom still own that laptop or if the thing even still works. We tried video taping things with her camcorder and webcam but never caught anything smartphones didnt work either just evps.
But anyway that's my experience over the course if a few yrs hanging out at this house, dillonvale, mountpleasant, smithfield, adena. Are hotspots with all the history going on I once lived in Smithfield and u could see shadows run across the streets in the night and see stuff in the graveyard in town, (I would walk round at night to grab smoke lol) but between indian lands, and all the other history
These small villages in ohio are very active.
Take this story for what u will I wouldnt believe it either if I didnt experience this stuff myself, like I said it probably sounds like a bad plot to a creepypasta, or I'm being a edge lord looking for attention. I can assure you this is not the case. This happened and is my most wild experience. I've had others but not to this degree I'd love to tell the others but maybe another time.
Take this for what u will, I'm new to the subreddit and wanted to get my experience out there. But I am now 100percent convinced there is stuff out there we dont completely understand or know about. Becareful dabbling in the unknown lol we never used oujiboards or anything crazy like that we never had to, just sitting there could trigger stuff. So I guess this is where I'll end it got work in the am and rambled for far too long. Thanks for reading
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2020.11.16 21:11 CommunicationBrave35 Nude middle aged moms

During the 1960’s, 1970’s and 1980’s California went through a boom of serial killings. Advances in News Coverage and Law Enforcement techniques played a role in brining the seemingly new phenomenon to light. While many were eventually caught, their is a consistent stream of murders from 1969-1975 (possibly before and after this date depending on who you view as a confirmed victim) committed by killers who remain at large.
California Population in 1975: ​21.5 million Bay Area population in 1975:​ 2.5 Million Santa Rosa population in 1972: ​60,000
Zodiac Killer - Summary: ​One of the most prolific serial killers of the 60s and 70s, the Zodiac Killer gained his moniker from taunting letters sent to the San Francisco Bay Area press and police, which opened with the infamous line of “this is the Zodiac speaking.” Although he claimed to have murdered as many as 37 individuals, only seven victims have been confirmed, two of which survived their encounter with the Zodiac. Couples were typically targeted by the Zodiac Killer, and several victims were either shot or stabbed. The Zodiac Killer was also known for sending ciphers to the police, only one of which has been solved to this day. The three-part solved cipher revealed a rambling, heavily misspelled note that the Zodiac was “collecting slaves for the afterlife,” as he believed his victims would be forced to be his slaves when he died. Later ciphers the police received would supposedly reveal the name of the killer himself, but they have never been solved. While no one has been prosecuted as the Zodiac Killer, the main suspect in the Zodiac case, Arthur Leigh Allen, passed away in 1992 due to natural causes. The case remains an open investigation within the state of California to this day.
Confirmed Victims: David Arthur Faraday, 17, and Betty Lou Jensen, 16:​ ​shot and killed on​ December 20, 1968
Michael Renault Mageau, 19, and Darlene Elizabeth Ferrin, 22:​ ​shot on ​July 4, 1969,
Bryan Calvin Hartnell, 20, and Cecelia Ann Shepard, 22:​ ​stabbed on ​September 27, 1969
Paul Lee Stine, 29: shot and killed on ​October 11, 1969
Heard a possible theory that the name “Zodiac” refers to a boat. That the killer usually killed around bodies of water. Possible clue ? (Personally don’t buy it)
The Santa Rosa Hitchhiker Killer
Summary: ​A series of at least seven murders in the North Bay, California area, the Santa Rosa Hitchhiker Murders occurred between 1972 and 1973. The female victims of these murders were all found nude in rural areas near steep embankments, or in creek beds along a roadside. Originally, it was thought that there were only seven victims in the case, who ranged in ages from 12 to approximately 23 years old. However, the FBI released a report in 1975 claiming that there were a series of fourteen connected homicides, which included the original seven Santa Rosa Hitchhiker murders. The cause of death for victims was typically asphyxiation due to being strangled with a cord of some nature. Many possible murder suspects were proposed, ranging from The Zodiac Killer to Ted Bundy, but no one was ever prosecuted, and the case has gone cold in Sonoma County.
Confirmed Victims:
Maureen Louise Sterling and Yvonne Lisa Weber, both 12-year-old ​Herbert Slater Middle School​ students, disappeared around 9 pm on ​February 4, 1972.
Kim Wendy Allen, 19, ​March 4, 1972
Lori Lee Kursa, 13, had been reported missing by her mother on​ November 11, 1972 Carolyn Nadine Davis, 14 years old disappeared​ July 15, 1973
Theresa Diane Smith Walsh, 23, of Miranda, was last seen on​ December 22, 1973
In 1975 the FBI released a Report stating that they believe that the Santa Rosa Slasher was responsible for far more victims then thought (or I give credit for)
The Doodler -
Summary: ​Thought to be responsible for up to fourteen murders and three assaults, The Doodler attacked members of the gay community in San Francisco, California. Meeting his victims at gay nightclubs, bars, or restaurants, the Doodler would draw sketches of his victims as a “friendly” gesture, luring them into leaving a public venue with him. Afterwards, the Doodler would take his victims to a secluded spot (typically a park or waterfront), where he would engage in sexual relations with them before stabbing them to death, and leaving their bodies in the park. Only three men are known to have survived an attack by the Doodler, all of whom were thoroughly questioned by police. Although these interrogations helped produce the sketch seen above, the prime suspect for these murders was never prosecuted, as all three assault survivors refused to testify against him, as they feared “outing” themselves to society as gay men. The survivors are said to have included both a “well-known entertainer,” and a European diplomat, although they have never been revealed to the public. Today, the case has gone cold, and very little information is known about the suspect, as his name was never released to the public. Similarly, the sketches made of victims by the Doodler have never been released to the press.
Confirmed Victims: Gerald Cavanaugh Cavanaugh was found at Ocean Beach ​Jan. 27, 1974​.
Joseph Stevens, was discovered on ​June 25, 1974
Klaus Christmann, was discovered by a woman walking her dog on​ July 7, 1974
Frederick Elmer Capin, aged 32, was discovered on ​May 12, 1975
Harald Gullberg, aged 66, was discovered on ​June 4, 1975
California Serial Killers active in California the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s: Vaughn Greenwood ("Skid Row Slasher") Edmund Kemper Santa Rosa hitchhiker murders San Mateo slasher The Doodler Patrick Kearney Rodney Alcala Richard Chase Thor Nis Christiansen Zebra killings Randy Kraft Phillip Carl Jablonski The Hillside Stranglers William Bonin Lawrence Bittaker and Roy Norris (Toolbox killers) Gerald and Charlene Gallego The Original Night Stalker Joseph Naso The Sunset Strip killers Gerald Parker The I-5 Killer The Trail Side Killer
Possible to identify victim ? Santa Rosa Hitchhiker Killer victim #8 :
Name:​ Jane Doe
Date body was found​: July 2nd, 1979
Location of the body​: found about 100 yards from the location where Lori Kursa was found on Calistoga Road in the 2000 block of that street.
Minor clues on her identity: - On July 2, 1979, the skeletal remains of a young white female were discovered in a ravine in ​Santa Rosa, California​. The body of Lori Lee Kursa had been found in the same location seven years earlier. Cause of death could not be ascertained, but is believed to be a homicide as she was found nude and bound. She was estimated to have been dead for three years. She was estimated to be between 16 and 21 years old and was 5 feet 3 inches tall. She had brown or auburn hair. Weight and eye color could not be ascertained. A metal candy tin was found near the body with a contact lens inside of it.

More Information: Zodiac Killer victim remains location: https://www.google.com/maps/d/viewer?ie=UTF8&hl=en&om=1&msa=0&ll=38.699606076798 34%2C-119.98615154039933&spn=1.651111%2C2.271423&z=6&mid=1iPWMe91oegsJmdtL EFZY8Zdl5KI
The Santa Rosa Hitchhiker Killer: - http://www.santarosahitchhikermurders.com/ - https://www.sfweekly.com/news/yesterdays-crimes-the-santa-rosa-hitchhiker-murders
The Doodler: - https://listverse.com/2018/06/29/10-haunting-facts-of-the-doodler-of-san-francisco/
A few of my Questions:
● What caused this spike in serial killers ?
● Are the Zodiac killings and the Santa Rosa killings connected at all ?
● Was the Santa Rosa Hitch Hiker killer a native to the area ?
● Do any victims I deemed non confirmed kills seem as though they were done by either serial killer ?
● Who is Jane Doe #8 ? How has she remained unidentified after all these years ?
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