2020.11.23 15:10 wanderingbilby Voyeur homes
Noticed this while looking for other spammers. Dozens of posts to random subreddits, all with different accounts.
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2020.11.14 17:54 edgeoJo Homes voyeur
Hey everyone! I’m a 30yr young black woman living in London. I’m bi.
It’s a bit embarrassing to say this, but since almost as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed holding my pee as long as I can, for example when I’m out and about or on a night out.
For some reason, the feeling of being totally full, and that tingling desperate feeling - is kinda hot to me. Don’t ask lol. Usually, I make it home before it’s too late, release, and then masturbate. No judging please! Occasionally I’ll be forced to let tiny amounts of pee out before I can find a bathroom (if my clothing choice allows) to avoid a full on accident.
Anyway, I’m interested to chat to anybody about this kink. And I’m open to explore scenes, personal stories, or anything really. Just want to find someone to have fun and relate to - guy or girl.
Other kinks: wet, voyeuexhibitionist, lingerie/underwear, creampies, nipples (lol)
Limits: pain, rape, torture, incest etc.
Look forward 😚
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2020.11.12 16:03 JeffreyBoswell Voyeur homes
Note: the quotes in this article are fictional.
Indianapolis @ Tennessee (-2) The Colts lost 24-10 to the visiting Ravens, who kept the Colts scoreless in the second half.
"We dropped the old second half goose egg," Frank Reich said. "And when you lay eggs, you end up sucking them. And our suckability was evident. Substitute that egg for a golf ball, and we could have sucked it through a garden hose. Don't even ask me about trailer hitch chrome.
"Let's give the Ravens credit. They are a good team. That's probably why we lost to them. Have you seen our strength of schedule rating? Like the teams we've beaten, it's not good."
The Titans beat the visiting Bears, 24-17, snapping a two-game losing streak. With the Colts loss to Baltimore, Tennessee now leads the AFC South by a game over Indy.
"This is a huge game," Mike Vrabel said. "A national television audience. First place in the division on the line. And featuring the only football team in the state of Tennessee worth seeing. I think people actually 'volunteer' to watch us play, whereas with that college team from Knoxville, fans feel some kind of obligation to watch, at least until halftime, when the game's already out of reach.
"We'll have to get some pressure on Rivers. If we can make Rivers move his feet, we could force some turnovers, or better yet, force him to backpedal and fall down while trying to tackle someone. That happened against the Ravens, and as physical comedy goes, the Three Stooges have nothing on Rivers."
Indy's defense forces an early turnover which leads to a 7-0 lead, and the Colts bounce back, as Rivers tosses 2 short TD passes.
Colts win, 29-24.
Houston @ Cleveland (-3) The Browns return from a Week 9 bye looking to keep pace in the AFC North. Cleveland is 5-3, good for third place in the division.
"Baker Mayfield had a COVID scare last week," Kevin Stefanski said. "He didn't test positive, but was in contact with a staff member who did test positive. I had a Zoom meeting with Baker midweek. He was just chilling on his sofa, which he calls the 'Tim Couch,' and Baker told me 'all is well at home with Baker Mayfield.' He calls home the 'Heisman House.' Baker also informed me that Hulu has live sports."
The Texans won for just the second time, holding on to beat the Jaguars 27-25 in Jacksonville to move to 2-6. DeShaun Watson passed for 2 touchdowns, one to Will Fuller.
"Will was the subject of several trade rumors last week," Watson said. "Luckily, our front office held on to Will. Bill O'Brien would have unloaded Will for peanuts. And Bill loves peanuts. Bill makes a Ricky Williams-loving Mike Ditka look like an astute negotiator.
"Nobody is as shocked as I am that we're 2-6. I look back at our games and ask, 'How did we lose that game?' I'm sure the two teams we've beaten are asking the same question."
Browns win, 30-24.
Washington @ Detroit (-4) Washington lost 23-20 to the visiting Giants as a late Alex Smith interception secured the win for New York.
"We lost Kyle Allen to injury," Ron Rivera said. "Then Alex Smith came in and did his best Jameis Winston impression. Pretty spot on if you ask me.
"Despite the loss, we're still in second place in the NFC East. Trust me, I'm just as shocked as you are. We've surprised a lot of people. Most pundits and experts didn't give us a chance in hell of competing for the division title. In keeping with our theme, those people will remain nameless."
The Lions lost 34-20 to the Vikings in Minnesota. Detroit committed 3 turnovers, and gave up 206 yards and 2 TDs to Dalvin Cook.
"I missed a whole week of practice due to a COVID scare," Stafford said. "And it turned out to be a false positive. What's also a false positive? Someone lying and saying we're a good team."
Lions win, 24-17.
Jacksonville @ Green Bay (-14) Aaron Rodgers passed for 302 yards and 4 touchdowns as the Packers waltzed to a 34-17 win over the injury-depleted 49ers.
"No disrespect to the 49ers," Rodgers said, "but that was like playing our scout team defense, or the Vikings defense.
"I'm still pissed that the 49ers passed over me in the 2005 NFL draft. Some people can hold a fart forever. I can hold a grudge even longer."
The Jaguars lost 27-25 to the Texans in Jake Luton's first start at quarterback for Jacksonville. Luton passed for 304 yards and a touchdown.
"Jake's second pass went for a 73-yard touchdown to his new favorite target D.J. Chark," Doug Marrone said. "Jake was D.J.'s favorite quarterback even before that TD pass.
"We're 1-7. I don't think we're gonna catch the Titans or the Colts, so we're setting our sights on the Jets. In other words, we're already thinking of 2021."
Packers win, 33-17.
Philadelphia @ NY Giants (+3½) The Giants beat Washington 23-20 at FedEx Field, led by a defense that forced 5 turnovers.
"I'm encouraged by the win," Joe Judge said. "I'm discouraged by forcing 5 turnovers and still only beating a 2-5 Washington team by 3 points. We should have won by at least 6.
"Kudos to Daniel Jones. He didn't have a single turnover. However, he did have 2 fumbles that were recovered by the offense. I think by now, Daniel knows that turnovers wreck a game plan. Nickname aside, Daniel's shown that when he turns the ball over, the game can turn on a 'Dime.'"
The Eagles had a Week 9 bye and are in first place in the NFC East with a 3-4-1.
"This Eagles team doesn't soar," Doug Pederson said. "It just hovers, usually below .500.
"Hopefully, Carson Wentz can find that 2017 form. It may take a time machine. Or an inception team. Or Nick Foles to come in and finish the season for him."
Giants win, 27-25.
Cincinnati @ Pittsburgh (-7½) The Bengals had a Week 9 bye and face their toughest test of the season, the undefeated Steelers at Heinz Field.
"Joe Burrow's had 2 weeks to prepare for this," Zac Taylor said. "He's matured so much already this season. And that should continue, because the Steelers D will age you.
"Last week, the Cowboys discovered the blueprint to beat the Steelers. At least for 3 quarters. Then the 'Boys went to the 'blew print,' which gave the schematics on how to blow a 10-point, fourth-quarter lead."
The Steelers squeaked out a 24-19 win over the Cowboys at AT&T Stadium. Pittsburgh methodically battled back from a 13-0 second quarter deficit, and remained the league's only undefeated team.
"The Cowboys came to play," Mike Tomlin said. "And so did we, but not until the fourth quarter. That just won't cut it, unless you're playing this version of the Cowboys, or the Falcons.
"The Dallas defense played surprisingly well. I believe that's the first time the Cowboys defense has shown up this year. So, I guess there's a 'little D' in Dallas. And it's all Jerry's."
Steelers win, 23-17.
Tampa Bay @ Carolina (+6) The Saints smashed the Buccaneers on Sunday night in Tampa, stunning the home team 38-3. Tom Brady passed for only 209 yards and threw 3 interceptions.
"This loss is on me," Brady said. "I take full responsibility. At least until our next win, I'm the 'scape GOAT.'
"I have to be better for my team, and my new receiver Antonio Brown. AB is living with me right now. He's got his very own wing in my mansion. We call it the 'Bachelor Pad,' mostly because the walls are actually padded. It also came furnished, but became unfurnished once AB threw out all the furniture."
The Panthers narrowly lost 33-31 at Kansas City as Christian McCaffrey returned to the lineup after an ankle injury sidelined him for 6 games.
"Christian made an immediate impact," Matt Rhule said. "He forced the Chiefs out of their original game plan, and into one that forced Patrick Mahomes to pass for 372 yards and 4 touchdowns.
"We'll be dealing with an angry Buccaneers team that just got creamed by the Saints. They got their asses whupped, stomped, and beaten, as well as handed to them."
Brady finds Brown for 2 scores, and the Bucs defense turns up the heat on Teddy Bridgewater.
Tampa wins, 30-19.
Denver @ Las Vegas (-5) The Broncos lost 34-27 to the Falcons in Atlanta and fell to 3-5.
"We found ourselves down 27-6 in the fourth quarter," Vic Fangio said. "Even against the Falcons, that's too much to overcome.
"Drew Lock struggled early, but came back with three fourth-quarter touchdowns. So, his entire game took place in garbage time."
The Raiders held on to beat the Chargers 31-26 at SoFi Stadium. Derek Carr passed for 2 touchdowns and Las Vegas improved to 5-3.
"We were fined $500,000 and a 6th-round draft pick for COVID protocol violations," Jon Gruden said. "Mark Davis called the punishment 'draconian.' And if a man with that haircut says something is draconian, then it is indeed draconian."
Raiders win, 29-20.
L.A. Chargers @ Miami (-2½) The Chargers lost 31-26 to the Raiders, as Justin Herbert's short pass to Donald Parham in the end zone for the win was ruled incomplete.
"Another close loss," Anthony Lynn said. "And it's devastating. We obviously lead the league in heartbreak. Unfortunately, actually fortunately, that's something our team doctor can't treat."
The Dolphins upset the Cardinals 34-31 at Glendale as Tua Tagovailoa picked up his second consecutive win as a starter.
"I knew what I was doing when I named Tua starter a few weeks ago," Brian Flores said. "I've got a long-term plan here as Dolphins head coach, unlike Tua's college coach Nick Saban. There have been hurricanes in Miami longer than Saban."
Dolphins win, 30-24.
Buffalo @ Arizona (-3) The Cardinals lost 34-31 to the visiting Dolphins. Zane Gonzalez' 49-yard field goal to tie late in the fourth fell short.
"What kind of kicker leaves a 49-yard field goal short?" Kliff Kingsbury said. "One who will forever be mercilessly teased for coming up short in big moments. When you're a kicker who can't clear the crossbar on a 49-yard kick, then you'll never get enough leg."
The Bills jumped on the visiting Seahawks early and held on for a 44-34 win. Josh Allen passed for 415 yards and 3 touchdowns and added a rushing score.
"The Seahawks offense forces the opposition to score points," Allen said. "The Seahawks defense allows it to happen.
"We're 2-0 against the NFC West. 3-0 if you count our future win over the 49ers on December 7th. And 2-1 if you ask the Rams and any credible pass interference analyst.
"But please, let's not jump to conclusions and start comparing us to the mid-1990s Bills. Those guys went to four straight Super Bowls. It's ludicrous to compare us. The only thing we have in common is neither of us have won a Super Bowl."
Cardinals win, 30-25.
Seattle @ L.A. Rams (-1½) Russell Wilson had 4 turnovers as the Seahawks fell 44-34 at Buffalo. Seattle fell to 6-2, but still leads the NFC West by a game over the Cardinals and the Rams.
"Russell can't do it all every game," Pete Carroll said. "At some point, we're gonna need our defense to step up. Like yesterday, if not sooner.
"But let's face it, Russell is worlds better than Jared Goff. If Russell 'cooks,' Jared microwaves."
The Rams had a Week 9 bye and trail the Seahawks by a game in the NFC West.
"This is a must-win game for us," Sean McVay said. "If we lose, we'll be 2 games behind the Seahawks, we'll have an 0-2 division record, and Jalen Ramsey may become disgruntled.
"The secret to slowing Wilson is to pressure him with your front four. That starts with Aaron Donald. Of course, he'll have to deal with the usual double-teams. But that's not unusual. Aaron's been double-teamed more than a San Fernando Valley actress."
Seattle wins, 27-24.
San Francisco @ New Orleans (-9½) The 49ers lost 34-17 to the Packers at Lambeau Field on Thursday night.
"This has been the most trying season of my coaching life," Kyle Shanahan said. "Injuries continue to pile up. So it's no surprise that I hear fans around Frisco talking about a 'time for healing.' Many are suggesting it's needed nationwide; I'd settle for it just here.
"On the bright side, the chances of blowing a 28-3 or 20-10 lead are drastically reduced."
The Saints demolished the Bucs 38-3 in Tampa, roughing up Tom Brady and holding him to only 209 yards passing. Drew Brees passed for 4 touchdowns and now leads Brady 564 to 561 in most TD passes all-time.
"There's a cannon on the pirate ship in the end zone of Raymond James Stadium," Brees said. "It shoots blanks also.
"We backed up our Week 1 win over the Bucs in dominating fashion. They really took it on the chin. That's a kind way of saying they got teabagged."
Saints win, 27-21.
Baltimore @ New England (+7½) The Patriots snapped a four-game losing streak with a narrow 30-27 win over the Jets at MetLife Stadium.
"Let me just state on the record," Bill Belichick said. "We had nothing to do with the installation of cameras in the Jets locker room. There are limits to our voyeurism."
The Ravens overcame a slow start at Indianapolis and dominated the second half to take a 24-10 win over the Colts.
"Lamar Jackson finally won a game as a QB in which he trailed at halftime," John Harbaugh said. "Now we can call him the 'Comeback Kid.' Maybe one day we can call him the 'Comebacks Kid.'"
Ravens win, 28-17.
Minnesota @ Chicago (+2½) The Vikings knocked off the visiting Lions, 34-20, powered by big days from Kirk Cousins and Dalvin Cook. Cousins passed for 3 scores, and Cook rushed for 206 yards and 2 scores.
"A power running game," Mike Zimmer said, "and play-action passes for touchdowns. That's the kind of football that gets me excited. It makes my Whizzinator throb."
The Bears lost 24-17 to the Titans in Nashville and have now lost three in a row. Chicago's offense once again struggled, logging only 56 yards on the ground, and scoring their only TDs in garbage time.
"We have a defense that would make Buddy Ryan proud," Khalil Mack said. "We have an offense that would make Buddy Ryan punch the play-caller."
Bears win, 26-20.
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2020.11.11 04:51 Maddox_Hendrick_Lake Voyeur homes
My feet sank in the sand, my eyes scanned the horizon. The sun set over the labyrinth of red sandstone that we were about to enter, turning its walls varying shades of red, orange, pink, and purple. A cool breeze blew through the air, easing the incredible summer heat making me shiver, since my skin was wet with sweat and sunscreen. Behold Moqui Canyon, I thought to myself, and the Dune of Doom.
The Dune of Doom was the access to the canyon on the map that was marked with the name 'Moqui'. I'm not entirely sure how high it was, but it had to be some hundreds of feet, cascading down into the canyon and swallowing everything in its path like an avalanche. It was dotted with the strange little grey-green scrub plants that seemed to dominate the sandy highlands of the Glen Canyon Reservation Area, and a path zigzagged across the whole way down... but paths were for pussies. Instead of walking from one side of the Dune to the next like ants, my friends and I decided that the best course of action would be to jump down as fast as we could, packs on our backs and all. I can still remember hearing Derek call after us, “Yo, guys! Stop! Guys, guys!” We didn't care. There had to have been several times that I thought I was going to break my ankles as one of my feet sank so far in the sand on impact that it wasn't so easily pulled out as the other was already in the air with nothing but feet worth of air between it and the next touch of ground. Though after a drop of 15 ft. or more that I was lucky enough to land flat on my feet on a section of the zigzag path, I was feeling a little more cautious. My heart was racing, but my friends were ahead of me, so I kept on, until I finally biffed it and fell flat on my face somewhere near the bottom and kept rolling uncontrollably the rest of the way down. I hit the sandy, yet more compacted soil at the base hard, landing on scraped knees, and I spat out blood.
“Holy shit!” I heard someone yell, but my head was spinning, so I wasn't sure who.
I heard the impact of hiking boots next to me, and the clanging of the metal thermoses that were hanging off of Connor's pack.
“Dude, are you ok?” He sounded pretty worried; I wasn't really sure how far I had rolled, but it had to be 30 ft. at least.
I smiled at him, my teeth red with my own blood, and I started laughing. There was something that was strangely exhilarating about having almost seriously injured myself, but as far as I could tell, I could still feel everything, so I must have been fine.
“That was fucking awesome!” I yelled back at him.
He started laughing too.
“Dude, you fuckin' ate shit!” He squatted down next to me, “Are you sure you're ok?”
“No...” I struggled to get up.
“Look at your arm...” He pointed at it, and I looked — there was a huge scrape running from my shoulder to my elbow... after all, I wasn't wearing a shirt.
“We don't want that to get infected...”
“That's why we have Neosporin and bandages in the first-aid kit.” I told him.
“You'll have a funny tan.”
“Who the fuck cares?” I stood up and reached for my water bottle, “I didn't take my shirt off cuz I wanted a tan. If we wanted tans we'd be at Lake Powell.”
“Trynian!” That was Matt's voice, “Trynian! Are you ok man?”
He came running down, but was unable to stop himself until he was a few feet ahead of us.
“He's fine!” Connor smiled, “But that was pretty fuckin' crazy.”
“Fuck yeah it was!” Matt said, looking at my scrape, “You want me to bandage that up?”
“Doesn't Jack have the first-aid kit?” I looked up at Jack, who had come down almost at the same time as Matt.
“I did yesterday...” He gestured up the Dune, “Derek has it now.”
All four of us looked up to see where my stepbrother was, only to see that he was now little more than a spec moving slowly down the zigzag trail.
“Ummm... where are his balls?” Connor asked.
“He's old, man. Let him be old.” I said, though it did occur to me that 24 wasn’t that old at all, “Plus, the altitude seems to be more of a thing for him. I think he might have asthma or something.”
“Come on dude!” Jack yelled up at him, “At least try to look like you're in a hurry! We—”
I cut him off, reaching over and popping him in his bare shoulder with my fist.
“Shut the fuck up dude! Give him a break...” I said.
“You guys go ahead and make camp! ” We heard him bellow down at us, “I ain’t got no time for no broken legs!”
We all laughed at that. My stepdad and step-siblings were hillbillies from California (yes, such a thing exists), and while they didn't usually talk with that thick of an accent, I had trouble understanding them sometimes when they were upset. Except one time when my stepdad, Terry, had repeated that iconic Samuel L. Jackson line when he had caught me sneaking out. English, mothafucka! Do you speak it? The thought made me laugh. The four of us walked down the trail passed some trees into the dried up riverbank. The orange-colored sand was extremely soft. I sat down I took another moment to look around me and appreciate the majesty of the red-brown cliffs that were towering over our heads.
“This place is really fuckin' cool.” I said.
“Shame we couldn't bring those girls with us...” Jack said, taking in the view.
We had stayed quiet about what happened for more than forty-eight hours, now. I kind of felt like I owed everyone else an apology for inadvertently ruining their evening in my own little post-rejection fit. At the same time though, I was indignant, and I didn’t want to say anything until I got an apology from Derek, which… the more I thought about it, I wasn’t really entitled to. Yes, all gay people don’t have AIDS, but Derek was only looking out for me, and I knew it, even if I thought his logic was more than a little inconsistent, what with his and everyone else’s obvious intentions on taking the two Italian girls to bed.
“Yeah… about that…” I said, “… I’m really sorry, guys.”
“It’s cool man. We still love you.” Jack unbuckled his back and sat down, “It would’ve been shitty anyways if we all went off to get laid while you did fuck all by yourself. Plus, it was just a little bit weird how they were so ok with the whole thing even after they knew we were only 16.”
“Yeah, how old were they anyways? Did anyone catch that?” Connor asked.
“Nope.” Jack said, “You don’t ask a woman her age, right?”
“I guess.” Connor said, unbuckling his pack.
“You guys speak for yourselves, I’m kinda pissed.” Matt said.
“Aaaaw… Princess Madison!” Jack quipped.
“Fuck you, man!” Matt laughed, “That was seriously kind of fucked up, Trynian.”
“I know,” I sighed, “I didn’t mean to fuck it up for you. I’m sorry.”
“What was Trynian supposed to do?” Jack said.
“Who says he couldn’t have joined in?”
Matt was looking at Jack expectantly, and Jack cracked an awkward smile.
“Don’t be nasty, man!” He laughed.
“What, is Trynian nasty?”
Was something going on here? I wanted to ask, but Jack opened his mouth before I could.
“Dude, no. I’m just not into guys. What was Trynian gonna do while we tag teamed?”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
There was a long silence while Matt looked at Jack. He had this mischievous look on his face, like he and Jack knew something the rest of us didn’t, and my curiosity was beginning to get the better of me.
“Do you two need a room to discuss this?” Connor finally said.
“Nope.” Matt said with a smile, “Never mind.”
“Wait, what?” I licked the blood on my teeth, “Is there something you wanna say.”
“Not really, no.” Matt said, still smiling at Jack.
It suddenly dawned on me exactly what he was getting at, and I was kind of a little put off. There had been a rumor flying around at school a few months ago about Jack and Matt that they had done stuff together, which they had of course denied to everyone, including Connor and I, profusely. Both of us had taken their word for it at the time, but now I found myself doubting. So, being 15 and something of a drama king, I started to feel like I was going to be sick. It wasn't really that they had fooled around as much as it was that I wasn't Matt's first choice. I had literally been dreaming about him for years, and he had had every opportunity to make the moves on me, and he had gone for Jack instead... how did that even happen, anyways? What was the context under which Jack, who up until that moment seemed to be straight as the Iron Rod itself, was willing to get frisky with Matt?
Frankly, it didn't matter. My mind started to peel through all the different times that I had hung out with Matt, and I started to realize that he had been hitting on me all along—I was just too insecure to realize it, and he had ended up going for someone else… one of our best friends. AH! It was maddening. How could I be so fuckin' stupid? I thought.
“It's ok...” I sighed, self-sacrificially, “You guys enjoy each other.”
I got up and started walking.
“What man?” Matt said; he didn't seem to understand.
I kept walking though. I didn't want to talk to him, or any of them, really. As I walked I felt my shoulder and my knees sting, but I told myself I could worry about all that later.
The canyon got dimmer as I walked up it, the walls towered higher, and the vegetation started to get denser on the sides of the bone dry riverbank, somehow. I wasn't familiar with any of the plants really, except for the skinny cottonwoods that ran along the shoreline. There was no breeze in the canyon, strangely enough, and so it seemed as though I would never be able to escape the voices of my friends who were all chattering about what was 'up my ass'. I heard Matt say that I was jealous, and then I heard Connor say 'no shit', but I started singing to myself as I walked so I couldn't hear anything after that.
“Portobello Road! Portobello Road! Street where the riches, of ages are stowed. Anything and everything a chap can unload, is sold off the barrow in Portobello Road. You’ll find what you want in the Portobello Road!” It was a song from an old musical my mom used to sing me when I was little to get me to go to sleep, and I kept on singing until I couldn't hear their voices clearly enough to be able to tell what they were saying, “Rare alabaster! Genuine plaster! A filigreed samovar owned by the czars! A pen used by Shelley! A new Boticelli. The snippers that clipped old King Edward’s cigars!”
I sat down on a cold hunk of sandstone and stared at the sand. The more I thought about Jack on his knees, with his mouth wrapped around Matt’s junk, the more intense the burning feeling in my chest got. Then I thought about how Matt had all but offered to give me what I'd wanted from him for years, like it was some cheap bit of fun, I got this heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach. How noble. He never wants me to be left out of anything. I thought to myself, sarcastically. Matt had a long history of making sure that I felt involved in the group. He was, after all, my original friend in the Tri Cities. When I moved there in the 6th grade from Ellensburg, he was actually the very first kid at school to talk to me. Hey!a\ Are you the new kid? I could still see him in his Carmichael Middle School hoodie. Can I sit here? He asked me.
I was sitting alone in the cafeteria.
Sure. I said.
Thanks dude. He sat down and started eating his lunch.
I couldn't remember what we were eating, though. I can still remember those little blue and white paper milk cartons, and I remember that his had been pink—he had gotten the strawberry milk. I remember that because it was our first conversation.
You got the pink kind? I said it so condescendingly, like it was dog food.
Ummm... yeah. It's strawberry...? He looked at me, his face crinkled. You've never seen strawberry milk before?
Of course I had. I wasn't home schooled. I just thought strawberry milk was gross.
Yeah, I have. I've just never had it before.
Do you want some?
Thinking about it made my eyes teary. Then I remembered how Matt had defended me to Victor when I had come out to all of them.
See, our group of four had originally been a group of five. Victor Ruiz was the one that had actually got the entire group together back in 8th grade when I met him in algebra class. He had convinced me to try out for soccer freshman year. Before that, it had just been me and Matt. We were all best friends from then on, until the summer of freshman and sophomore year that I came out to them in confidence, and Victor flipped a bitch. He started accusing me of having been creeping on all four of them since the get go, and using sports as an opportunity to check everyone out in various states of undress. The latter claim wasn't entirely inaccurate, but really, what's a kid in that position supposed to do? I mean... really? If you were a straight guy in the locker room with a bunch of girls, and they all assumed you were gay and started changing in front of you... would you stop them? Would you speak up? I don't think so.
But Victor took this normal teenage voyeurism, and like many kids at the time did, turned it into something sinister. After I came out, to them, he quickly spread the news around the whole school, and it wasn't that long before everyone on the soccer team I had played on for years was questioning whether they were 'comfortable' playing with me. By the time the season rolled around, some of the parents of my teammates had gone so far as to ask coach to buy jersey's for scrimmages so we wouldn't have to play 'shirts and skins'... if I was still going to be on the team, that was.
Coach was great about the whole thing. He told all of the parents to piss up a rope, and that soccer practice would continue as normal whether I was on the team or off it. But it was also cuz of coach barring Victor from the team that all of the drama that I had worked very hard at containing all year finally got back to my parents. Victor's parents, like mine, had no idea what was happening at school. So, when Victor told them that coach wasn't going to allow him on the team, they were understandably furious. It was only when they called my parents to see if Victor and I could settle the issue so he could play that my parents finally heard about it... a long time before I was really ready to tell them... and that's when Matt lost it. The next day at school, when I told him before class that my parents knew everything, he marched across the hall into Victor's and my Spanish Class and beat his ass right there, in front of Mr. Davis, the Spanish Teacher, and Mr. Balzeretti, the principle. Of course, they moved as quick as they could to stop him, but by the time they pulled Matt off of him, Victor had left a bloody mess all over his desk.
What was it all for? I thought. A meaningless fuck between friends?
I told myself to buck up, and that I was being melodramatic. But it was a little hard. I seriously wanted to cry, but I wasn't going to let myself. If I cried, then everyone would be able to see once I got back to camp, and I didn't want them to think I was some bitch. I dried my eyes with the hair on my arm and wiggled the flies off my shoulder and knees that had piled up since I stopped moving for my little trip down memory lane.
As I stood up, I realized that I must have been sitting there for an hour at least, with the way what little bits of sky were visible had already turned purple and yellow. The failing light was contrasting something in the sand that I hadn't noticed before, however—animal tracks. Had they been smaller, I would've completely disregarded them, since I knew that coyotes were pretty much harmless, but the size was a little off-putting. They were waaaaay too big to be coyote tracks, and the way the front paws seemed to walk on their toes while the back paws walked on the soles of their feet made it impossible for them to belong to a cougar either, since cougars walk on their toes.
Maybe... a bear? A black bear? I knew that Utah was full of black bears, but this didn't exactly strike me like the kind of place that had enough vegetation and large mammals to support black bears. Even then, bears always walk on the soles of their feet... don't they? Bears don't have thumbs. I thought, looking at the tracks made by the hind paws. I was no expert tracker, but I had spent enough time hunting deer, elk, ducks, and geese in the back country with my dad to know the tracks that I needed to watch out for, and the arrangement of the digits was all wrong for a bear.
“What the fuck...?” I decided to follow the tracks down the ravine a bit, but I didn't get very far.
My nose became infested with this really potent smell—it was almost like butterscotch, but with a tinge of urine. My heart started beating at a thousands beats a minute, and I could almost feel my balls shrinking to the size of raisins as I inhaled the odor. It hadn't occurred to me how utterly helpless I was, standing there in the open until then. I wasn't wearing anything but gym shorts, socks, and hiking boots. The Smith and Wesson 500 was with Derek, and my CUTCO Hunting Knife was back in my pack. When I followed the tracks with my eyes I saw that they had left the ravine and gone into some cottonwoods on the shore. Then there was total silence. Not even the sound of an insect's wings, or a lizard in the dirt—nothing. My eyes were fixed on the cottonwoods, but whatever was hiding in them knew what it was doing, cuz I couldn't see anything. I could definitely feel it, though. It's a hard feeling to describe, when you know you're being watched by a predator. The world kind of stands still, and everything you ever thought about your own strength dissipates. You're suddenly very aware of how small you are, of how slow you are, of how weak you are. You don’t have claws or big teeth. Just your brain, and so you start to calculate your options. The more you do, the more you realize that they all suck. You can stand your ground, and hope that whatever predator you're dealing with is the kind that is going to be fooled by something like that, or you can run away, and hope that it's slow—though the moment you turn your back to a predator, you become prey. I started to slide my feet back slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on the trees, hoping that even though I couldn't see it, it could see me, and that I wasn't afraid... even though I was terrified.
Then I saw it. What I had previously thought was a shadow being cast by one of the rocks on the wall of the canyon stood up and charged at me. Before I could even think I ran toward it with my arms open, screaming at the top of my lungs. It stopped dead in its tracks and stared at me through sapphire eyes and roared, a piercing, bellowing roar that made my ears ring. I stood there, frozen, while it stood on its hind legs and roared again—we stood eye to eye. Then it came back down on all fours and tossed up some sand with its forepaws as it growled. I flinched, but I didn't move. It spat at me and barked, almost like an elk, and then it started to hiss, its ears down and the hair on its neck standing up, and then it moved from side to side.
I don't know how long it was that I stood there as it growled, roared, spat, barked, and hissed, but it felt like an eternity. All the while I kept my eyes locked on its eyes, its blue eyes, like nothing I had ever seen before. I wasn't staring in its eyes because I was trying to stand my ground, or stare it down—truth be told, all rational thought had left me at that point. Everything I had ever been seemed to be stripped away, and all I could think about was the moment.
Finally it turned its eyes downward and lowered its head, and just like that, it trotted off into the trees. Even though it was gone, I stood perfectly still for a while, my heart still racing, drenched in sweat, until I heard the voices of my friends down the canyon.
“Trynian! Trynian!” They were calling.
They sounded panicked, but I didn't answer them—I couldn't speak. I suddenly felt a warmth between my legs, and I looked down, only to see that I must have pissed myself during the whole encounter. I touched my groin to make sure, but as soon as I did I noticed a trickle down my leg. Somehow, I couldn't even bring myself to be ashamed. All I could think of was the fact that I was miraculously still alive.
“Trynian!” That was Derek's voice; they were getting closer.
It was maybe a minute more before I heard them coming up behind me, but I was still staring into the trees when I felt him grab my arm.
“Trynian! Thank god... thank god, man. Are you ok?”
I didn't answer. He snapped his fingers in my face and asked me again, but I just kept staring.
“What's up, man? What's the matter?” He looked over to the trees, “What are you lookin' at? What's in the trees?”
I stood still, and Connor pointed out the tracks, “Look!”
“What... what is that? Are those from a bear? Trynian, was it a bear?” Matt stood in front of me, trying to get my attention.
I shook my head, “It's not a bear.”
“Well, what was it then?” He asked; he sounded afraid.
“Not a bear...” I told him.
“These look like bear tracks, man...” Connor said, doubtfully.
“It's not a bear.” I said, quietly.
Derek squatted down to take a look. He wasn't at all an expert, but he was right to be confused, just the same as I had been.
“Do bears have... thumbs?” He said, at long last, looking at Connor.
“Well then those ain't bear tracks.”
“Maybe it's deformed?” Connor stood up and looked at me, “Are you sure it wasn't a bear?”
I swallowed, and then I looked back at him.
“Then what was it?”
“I don't know...”
I heard the subtle click of the hammer of a pistol being pulled into full-cock, and I looked at Derek to see that he had the Smith and Wesson 500 in both hands.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” I reached for him, frantically, but Matt and Connor were in my way, “Please don't, Derek! Please! Please? Let's just go. Let's fuckin' go, man! Please, let's just go!”
He didn't move his eyes off the trees.
“I can see it...” He said, and then everybody looked.
Sure enough, behind the cottonwoods, I could see it too. It was difficult to make out the image of its body, but you could see it pacing back and forth in the brush, and I could hear it growling. I started to get this really eery feeling that almost made me sick, and my chest started to tingle.
“Guys.” His voice was quiet now, “Run.”
I didn't need to be told twice. I whipped around and started running as fast as I could, ignoring the pain from my injuries, and whether or not anybody else was coming with. If I had had a tail, it would surely have been between my legs, but I didn't really care. I heard another elk-like bark, followed by the same low hiss, then I heard a spitting noise, and I picked up my pace. My friends followed me, but they were far behind me, and somehow that didn't concern me at all. All I could think about was getting the fuck out of that canyon. But before I got back to the spot that we had left our packs, I heard the sound of two gunshots. I stopped immediately, so quickly that it almost made me trip, and I looked back up the canyon. That's the only brother you have left. Are you gonna leave him? I thought. Derek might not have been my blood, but since our parents had gotten married, he had been everything to me that a brother should have been—was I going to leave him to die? Cowboy the fuck up! My mind was screaming at me, but I couldn't move, all I could do was scream, “Derek! Derek!”
There was no answer. But there wasn't any sound, either. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my friends' boots on the sand and the rocks. My eyes started to fill with tears, and I gasped for air. It was as if I had literally been hit in the stomach with an aluminum baseball bat, and I collapsed. My friends caught up to me, and they all stopped, and started calling his name, one after the other.
“Derek! Derek! Derek!”
Their calls faded slowly as they realized that no answer was coming. The silence that ensued was deafening. I could hear their heavy breathing, the movement of their feet on the ground, and the distortion of the air as it twisted around them as they moved their heads as if to catch some kind of sound from the right angle. I heard myself, wheezing, and I could feel my heart beating in my eyes. I couldn't see, I couldn't think, and I couldn't breathe.
“What?!” His voice echoed off the red walls.
I heard my friends sigh with relief, and then they started to laugh, but I didn't even notice until Matt turned around and saw me in the state that I was, on my knees and hunched over, my face almost in the sand.
“Trynian, Trynian! Listen!” He put his hand on my shoulder, my scraped shoulder.
The pain was what made me sit up.
“Are you alive?” Connor called down the canyon.
It was quiet for a moment, but then I heard the answer.
“Well… no shit!”
My breathing started to slow, and I smiled, awkwardly.
“He's alive, man!” Matt told me.
“Are you ok?” Connor called again.
“I'm fine!” Derek yelled back, “But my wrist is a little fucked up. No wrist-brace my ass.”
I started laughing. I recalled the discussion we had had with my stepdad shortly before leaving about which gun to take. Derek had seemed convinced that his LMTD Luger 1908 Parabellum was enough to stop a cougar, which had made both my stepdad and I bust up laughing. Your mom must have dropped you on your head too many damn times if you think some puny ass World War I pistol is about to be stoppin' a damned mountain lion. You think animals come apart as easy people? Take the damn Smith and Wesson. Derek had objected that Arnold Schwarzenegger had broken his wrist firing one, and Terry and I had reassured him that that was only because the ex-governor of California hadn't worn a wrist-brace with the short barrel. The longer barrel takes the kick, dude. It'll be fine. I told him.
“Yeah, it's real fuckin' funny!” I heard him yell back.
He was running back to us; I could hear his footsteps and the shortness in his breath. As soon as he was in view of all of us he started to slow down for a second to catch some breath to speak.
“Ummm... did we all not just see that? Did that thing look like a bitch? What the fuck are y'all doin' sittin' here on yer asses? Fuckin' move!”
I of course ignored him, I was so happy to see him. I ran right up to him and jumped at him, which ended up knocking the two of us over.
“I love you so much dude! I love you! I'm sorry I left you back there...”
“What the fuck are you doin' man?” He yelled at me, “I got a god damn gun in my hands and you come runnin' at me layin' my ass out when there's a rabid ass who-the-fuck-knows-what-the-hell-kinda-animal-it-is just up the canyon? I love you too man, but getch’ yer dumb ass up and run!”
He was on his feet before I was, pistol in hand, grabbing me by my wounded arm and pulling me to mine.
“Move! Move god damn it! I'll fuckin' shoot all four of you if y'all don't fuckin' move!”
He pushed me, hard, but I listened this time. We ran all the way back to camp and had our packs over our shoulders before we even knew where we were going and were headed down the canyon as fast as our feet could carry us with thirty plus pounds on our backs. The width of the riverbank didn't help though. Most of he time, the riverbank was either right up to the walls of the canyon, or the shore was so overgrown with tamarisks and cottonwoods for it to have been worth trying to run along. Though, even when the trees weren't too thick, I think everyone else was as afraid as I was of running in them, but I was especially, after what I had just seen. The riverbank was made of soft red sand, making it all the harder to run in when you're wearing hiking boots and trying to carry a pack. I think we ran for about a half hour before we found an access out of the canyon that first led to this massive overhang that definitely seemed like the kind of place that an animal wouldn't be able to easily access. That is, until we saw the cow-pies on top of it. How cows got up there, I really couldn't tell you, because we had had to climb vertically to get on top of that overhang, but the dried gray piles of cow shit spoke no lies—somehow the overhang was accessible to large, quadrupedal mammals, with hooves no less. If cows could get there with their hooves, then so too could whatever the hell it was that Derek and I had just seen with its thumbs. We decided to take the access all the way out. It was so steep that we actually had to pass packs, which made us fairly confident that any animal that was hellbent on eating us alive probably wasn't going to be able to come at us from there... even if it had thumbs.
“Fuck it! I'm done!” Derek said at last, gasping for air, “If that thing wants to eat me, it can have me.”
He sat down in the soft, warm sand and reached for his water bottle, but I wasn't good to stop.
“Dude, fuck no. Get up dude... please?” I tried to grab his arm, but he just jerked it away.
“Fuck yes! I’m not moving. I'm done.”
“No!” He yelled back.
Come to think of it, wasn't I the one who was defending his slow descent down the Dune of Doom earlier?
“There's gotta be a kiva around here, or something...” I said, but I knew that that was a dumb possibility to be holding out hope for.
We had seen maybe three or four kivas on our trek through the desert thus far, only one of which was positioned under an overhang, which was ideal for a defensive position, but it was miles away and we might be looking all night long for another one.
“You wanna get lost, dude?” He looked up at me; I knew he was right, “No? Neither do I. Not this far from civilization. Who's down to hang tight here?”
My friends were all gasping, and I don't think any of them were feeling the same sense of urgency I was, but I was utterly fuckin' terrified.
“Dude, as long as we have a fire, and we stick together, I think we'll be fine.” Connor said, “Bears are usually pretty skittish, right?”
“It’s NOT a fucking bear! I told you!”
If I had seen a cougar, or a bear, I would say that he had a point. We had a Smith and Wesson 500 with us, after all, the bullets of which are enough, theoretically, to stop an elephant. But what I had seen was neither, and it had literally scared the piss out of me, and nothing had ever scared the piss out of me before. I had no idea what it was, no frame of reference for its behavior. Was it skittish of people, like bears and cougars? Was it scared of groups? Would it follow our trail up the canyon? How good of a climber was it? How smart was it? Was it just going to wait until we were all asleep and then dragged one of us off? If it tried, we'd blow its fuckin' head off, obviously. But we were too far away from a hospital or cellphone reception for that risk to seem worth it. If somebody got attacked, even if it just bit his foot, he would have to walk on that foot all the way back to the car, and we didn't really have the equipment in our first aid kit to deal with an injury like that.
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2020.11.09 11:58 OneSilverRaven Voyeur homes
Alright... I can do this. Deep breaths. In... out... in...
So Kouzuki Yuuko.
God even saying her name enrages me, this lady is... she's going to... UGH I can't! I just can't spoil it! I hate her, I have never felt such a pure feeling of disgust at a two dimensional image before. I can only thank my lucky starts she's barely in this novel.
*sigh* Let's just get her introduction over with.
Kouzuki hit Sumika with her car and muses about how she "thought that was her" to p-kun. p-kun calls her horrible in his mind, which I had forgotten was one of his first lines about her and couldn't be happier about remembering. She says humans are surprisingly resilient. Sumika materializes back into frame and Kouzuki references how she shot through the air in a chibi scene so I guess those are all real and these people really do just punch like the hulk. Meiya comments on the violent nature of the school's students and faculty which is absolutely accurate. Kouzuki observes Meiya like a potential lab experiment and Tsukuyomi pulls a god damn knife on her. Meiya orders her to stand down after being surprisingly humble about the whole thing before Tsukuyomi shadow steps away like this is a DnD game. A second later she reappears in front of p-kun to explain the Mitsurugi financial group which Meiya is apparently heir apparent to. not sure how you inherit a friggen corporate conglomerate as a teenager but whatever I'm not a businessman and capitalism confounds me anyway. The five minute lecture (I'm not kidding, it's a five minute lecture) didn't help.
Through this whole thing Kouzuki has just stood unflinching which Meiya complements her on, but it turns out she just fainted. Enjoy that small moment dear reader, it is the last where this vile woman shall show a shred of weakness.
p-kun muses on why a financial heiress would visit his sorry ass of all people and while the narrative has not yet provided a satisfactory answer I'll give him another point for at least being THAT self aware. Score is 2 to 91 for those at home.
For some reason the novel chooses NOW to give a Chizuru CG in her lacrosse uniform drinking from a water fountain. I guess to lighten the mood after all that comedy I just sat through? Everyone goes to greet her and she lays into p-kun right after. They have a subtle battle of words. Apparently due to the events of KgNE the school built an indoor pool and it's been pulling all the good Lacrosse recruits so the school is about to shut down the team. That kind of sucks I guess. I played Lacrosse for like 3 games. Still have all the gear even though it's way too small for me now.
p-kun accidentally sends Meiya on a quest to kill a daemon in the form of Akane, starting to think this is just someone's DnD game they wanted to turn into a VN. He proves his narcissism again by explaining how Chizuru's club disbanding is so hard on HIM because it gets Chizuru all fired up to call him out on his bad behavior. Then he and Sumika rush to class.
Kouzuki interrupts role call to tell p-kun to keep his harem in check. A joke funnier in hindsight then in the moment. Trust me you haven't even seen half his waifu candidates yet and only two of the good ones. Jinguuji totally abandons p-kun to the mercy of the class rumor mill and homeroom ends early.
p-kun ends up recounting some events from Akane Maniax where it was established Chizuru was Akane's rival and best friend, long story not important. p-kun tries to flee the class but instead ends up tangled with Chizuru on the floor when she tries to stop him and they land right in front of Kei...
Yeah I don't get this character.
I didn't like Rin in Katawa Shoujo, I didn't get the appeal of kuudere characters in other novels, I don't get why Kei is so popular. She gets some of the best lines, I'll give her that much. My favorite line in the series is one of hers, but I'm just not a fan. Also for some reason p-kun only uses her last name to refer to her the whole series but fuck that I've read five novels with this bitch she's Kei-chan and she can live with it! Chizuru's anger is momentarily shifted to Kei to scold her about being late but Kei ignores her hard core. p-kun is so stunned he just goes back to his seat.
A MAN'S HEART, HIS STOMACH, YOU KNOW THE QUOTE
That day during break Meiya and Sumika both offer him a lunch while Tama comments on how popular he is. Sumika made the same thing as yesterday but still this must have been a ton of work. Meiya's offering is the stupid mushroom dish p-kun complained about not getting during the prologue. The game breaks the fourth wall at this point, thankfully more tactfully then I'm used to in VNs, and has p-kun think about how this choice could be life altering for him, and I guess it is but... well I'll get there.
Yeah I'm gonna eat Sumika's, I'd feel like shit if I didn't she worked so hard on this. And those octopuses are freakin adorable! In a rare show of kindness picking this choice prompts Meiya and p-kun to allow Tama to have the fancy meal which is fine by me. p-kun apologizes to Meiya who takes her L like a champ and excuses herself. For some reason Sumika feels the need to feed p-kun, which is simultaneously humiliating and makes me feel like a king. Kinda wish this was grapes instead NGL but the CG of her holding a little octopus with her mouth open to get p-kun to open his is so adorable I'm willing to just go with it. Yeah this scene is the best one so far, definitely picked the best option here, even if p-kun DOES have to spoil the mood by insulting every detail about the food while he eats. He gives her one whole compliment at the end and she looks so pleased to have "worked so hard" it's really heartwarming.
In the first time of what will become an alarming trend p-kun is kidnapped as he walks the hall after his meal. He ends up in the Physics lab where GODDAMIT!
*Sigh* Kouzuki has Jinguuji in a demon cosplay... Whatever you just imagined it's not EVEN that sexy, 4/10 AT BEST. p-kun likes it though the perv. Kouzuki engages p-kun in a battle of wits but while she brought an anti-material rifle with a full clip and custom scope p-kun seems to be working with a squirt gun. Kouzuki even takes on poor Jinguuji poking fun at her failing love life as a 16t weight drops on her head. Since everyone could see the chibi stuff I'm guessing that's a real thing that's actually happening and am just going to ignore it to preserve my sanity. Kouzuki implies Gouda was transferred out so Maiya could get a seat next to p-kun but jokes on her, he's actually off on Rigel V about now so shows what she knows.
Time skips to the end of the school day where p-kun has cleaning duty. Kei apparently is similarly drafted but she gets into an argument with Chizuru over if she should even be responsible when she's apparently never here. She volunteers Sumika and Meiya in her place and bails. I'm given the option to run away but screw that p-kun could use some hard lessons in the application of elbow grease the lazy bum. Luckily their is a fade to black but TBH that kind of makes the whole scene feel pointless. On the way out of the school Sumika comments on Mikoto's absence and on Meiya's questioning it's explained he apparently gets conscripted by his dad regularly to go adventure, which sounds pretty cool. Sumika spots a note in Mikoto's shoe cubby and p-kun takes it to read, so I guess I can add doesn't respect privacy to the list of things I have against him. Apparently some first year boy wrote Mikoto a love letter which is honestly SUPER romantic but because Japan only recognizes two sexualities, straight and fetish, this revelation is met with some light homophobia and the scene concludes.
Best character Takahashi comes back for a painfully short minute of dialogue and the group is off in the megasine home. Apparently my boy Takahashi is researching some kind of high speed theory so he's got brains AND looks which is just amazing. The group discovers a lot of vans outside p-kun's place which turn out to be full of... well literally the entire neighborhood's worth of people. Apparently everyone is moving away, that kinda sucks, property value is going to go down here, better tell dad, he might not be too happy to find out he just lost a couple grand on his "biggest investment." p-kun's a little suspicious but Meiya waves him off. Sumika asks to wake p-kun the next day and the scene ends.
The following morning p-kun wakes up alone, the scene is silent, not even any background music as he stands up. He checks the room for Meiya, but doesn't find her before noticing a strange new door in his bedroom wall. The novel makes a joke about flags, gotta admit I'm liking the soft meta humor approach. Then suddenly tits. Like full on Meiya's taking off her shirt, no bra, tits. Insert escalating quickly meme here.
After some quick advice from her aid Meiya screams and throws a clock at p-kun. I want to say he deserved it, but I'd open a strange door in my room that appeared one day without knocking too so he gets a pass. Maybe could have closed it a little quicker to save himself but NGL I'd probably be too stunned to move too.
Takahashi makes a brief cameo to reinforce his theory research so the reader can know it's important and it's off to school.
Theirs a CG of Kouzuki that I hate I have to remember exists. Basically the class is discussing Quantum Causality, which I guess is technically physics but come on what are you teaching these kids string theory? When in any reasonable setting will I need to go beyond 5 dimensions anyway let alone 14? Yes, cause and effect are a core idea in Physics, that's a given, but Bell's Theorem and general relativity are about as far as you need to go for a high school class don't waste my time on the 10v14 debate. And apparently this form isn't even in the book it's an original theory from the instructor which is SO not cool in a world of standardized tests.
I'd be remis if I didn't mention the Henyu but that's not important to the story.
p-kun, at a loss to answer a question, attempts to contact Mikoto telepathically, and actually manages to luck into his showing up. He's no help on the work but har har funny coincidence!
It's at this point in the narrative anyone who's already played Alternative will start having flashbacks.
Mikoto mentions how it feels like he hasn't seen p-kun in three years which is oddly specific but whatever. Honestly this whole scene is purposeful nonsense so ridiculous they reference Gouda again.
Skipping to Lunch time, Sumika brings two whole bento boxes she made so much which is like... still not a lot by American standards but I bet that's a lot in Japan. She opens them and... I have no idea what's going on. Apparently she made something called Manga-meat? Some legendary dream like something or other. Meiya made Sashimi from Salmon Parr which sounds dope, apparently only one out of every 15,000 salmon makes the cut for this type of meat. Sumika tries to guilt me into picking her meal but one in 15k sounds expensive as hell this is once in a lifetime. Why does the novel even give me the choice to flee who would pass this up?
Sumika is less graceful in defeat then Meiya but while she certainly didn't earn any points I won't take any off either she did make a meat that doesn't exist after all. p-kun even shares with Mikoto who is apparently going to just be a walking vehicle for jabs against homosexuals but this novel is almost two decades old so I guess that's expected.
Chizuru makes p-kun clean the room again before I get another choice. So soon? I just had one of these. I guess I'll pick to just go home? No real reason to go behind the school or loiter p-kun isn't cool enough for that. p-kun runs into Mikoto and the rivals for his stomach waiting for him outside the school so I guess I picked right if I found where the plot is at. Mikoto wants to go play Valgern-On, that game from the prologue, and the girls are coming just because. Up for a minigame I'm pretty stoked about the idea.
At the train station Meiya makes a comment about how being poor at math would make her a bad Japanese citizen. Help me out here, is that a thing? Like is being good at algebra a point of pride in Japan? More so then other subjects? I've never heard of this before. Apparently Meiya has lived in 32 nations which is pretty impressive. My Grandfather traveled the world to a similar degree learning languages, I can admire being well traveled.
At the "Gamu Center" Meiya comments on the full emersion seats as appearing like military equipment, which I guess is kind of accurate, I mean from my understanding they are functionally the same as flight simulators which are used by militaries. p-kun sits down in a chair and suddenly everything is in English. The screen changes to look like a game display screen and I can only imagine this must be pretty jarring for a native Japanese speaker rather then a welcome distraction for myself. I like how the voice mispronounces the planet name.
Anyway I'm hit with three choices in a row asking for tactics on how to proceed in the fight. I'm going to be forced to see this minigame a half dozen more times so sorry if this spoils the surprise but you lose almost every time. Oddly enough the path to victory is to pick the last option in every choice here but I'm pretty sure all the rest of them lead to you being defeated. I didn't get how this foreshadows Alternative until I literally typed it out here but that's a conversation for a later time.
Somehow even this small victory is too much for the novel to let p-kun have so in the next scene it's added he lost his next two games but I know I won the game that mattered so so be it. Mikoto crushes the dream of mecha fans by pointing out that bipedal locomotion would be a nightmare and yeah, he's right. Not sure when I'll have the opportunity to talk about the absurdity of giant mecha robots as a VN reviewer but I'm sure theirs an example out there somewhere in this genre. If you guys know any feel free to recommend one maybe I'll get to it after this series.
Anyway back to what's relevant everyone within a kilometer of p-kun's house shows up to tell him they're moving away and give him farewell gifts. Nice gesture but dude I don't know you people you didn't have to bother. I notice in the background someone left the lights on down the street, hope that's not still being charged to them electricity in Japan is expensive. p-kun runs inside to confront Maiya but catches her changing again which brings up the question why was she changing out of her casual cloths earlier? wasn't she going to class in her uniform in the next scene? And wait a minute how is she changing out of her casual cloths now! She was just in her uniform why take that off just to put on your comfy stuff and take THAT off! you're just wasting your time lady.
Meiya throws a baseball at him. Honestly though she should learn to wear a bra.
Sumika mentions through the window after scolding him that she'd probably let p-kun watch her change which is... kinda creepy. I mean whatever if voyeurism is your kink no judgment but who just says that to their best friend you know? It wasn't even in a joking tone. She talks about her diary, the same one from the prologue I'm guessing, apparently she's never missed a day which is a damn achievement good for her. She asks p-kun to take the chain lock off his front door, something that has stymied her the past few days, and he agrees, which I guess is kind of sweet.
That night he has a dream about LITTLE, TINY CUTE SUMIKA AND SHE'S JUST FRIGGEN ADORABLE! Gosh I did not expect to find her so cute. She's… waiting for sandy claws... to bring her a present, because he skipped her, and wow why is this suddenly so sad? She stayed up all night to thank him and p-kun tells her she's a bad girl for staying up and she starts to friggen cry but little p-kun gives her a little Santa rabbit and convinces her Santa will still bring her something and runs home to get her a present and WHAT WENT WRONG IN THIS CHILD'S LIFE? Why did you turn out to be so terrible in high school that was like the sweetest thing ever? Oh my god that was so cute!
Sumika comes to wake him up the next morning but she just throws him out of bed and tells him to follow her. Apparently some huge construction sight sprung up in the night next door. I'm more impressed then anything personally, wouldn't that make a ton of noise? Meiya left for school early and Tsukuyomi is yelling on her phone about some stupid kids so Sumika and p-kun just go ahead and leave for school. p-kun notices Sumika's rabbit again and remembers how his parents bought Sumika a stuffed copyrighted character for Christmas, not as cute as if he bought it for her but close enough.
WE SPEND AN AWFUL LOT OF TIME IN CLASS IN THIS NOVEL DON'T WE?
Math class today is self-study, which I always felt was the worst, I mean who wants to just sit there doing problems all period? God I'm so glad I never have to take another math class as long as I live. Speaking of which I get a choice for who to pawn my work off onto. Sumika, who p-kun already bulled into doing half. Meiya, who has no need to even be in this class so probably isn't even DOING the work. Tama, for some ungodly reason. and Kei, who p-kun has barely spoken to and isn't even on a first name bases with... yeah I'm screwed. I guess Meiya is the right choice? She at least seems smart enough to HELP.
p-kun calls her smart and she blushes which is adorable, glad I picked this option just for that. Except no apparently the thing that made her blush was being called dude... weird chick. She goes on to say she's never been addressed that informally before by anyone but her own father which is a GUTWRENCHING sentence that just gets worse after her romance route so that's fun. I take it back this choice's pain was immeasurable and my playthrough is ruined.
Looking to Chizuru for help and getting none as she's apparently in high demand p-kun gives up and goes to sleep because somehow THAT is supposed to endear me to him. He wakes to find he had his paper turned in blank and Chizuru is furious but the bum deserves it so no sympathy from me. Apparently Tama is kinder then I am though because she agrees to help him steal his paper back by... I don't know being cute in the staff room? I'm just not sure how well this plan was thought through. Apparently p-kun also stole Sumika's paper too which, spoilers again, means that's the romance route I'm on. Poor girl, I tried to steer him right I really did, guess you're just doomed.
Melancholy at that p-kun returns to the classroom for lunch before being flattened by a cloud of dust storming through the hall, and then the other way, and then he's accosted by three midgets in fetish wear. They insult him, threaten him, and speak in a foreign language from some imperialist country. They run off calling for Meiya after p-kun gives them directions before jumping out a window. Not bad, little unnecessarily flashy but not bad.
So for lunch today Sumika brought a full Udon setup, hot plate and all. Which I have to admit is impressive, I mean she carried that shit up a huge hill to get here that must have sucked. P-kun seems uninterested and admittedly it doesn't sound fantastic or anything but damn you just have to admire that girl's commitment. Apparently Meiya went with Jinhua ham, google tells me that's only a few hundred dollars though so not as impressive to me as her previous attempts. Guess today is kind of a slow one. I'm given an option to eat both, which I predict and am right in assuming means putting the pork in the stew Sumika was going to make, and I like that option better then the two mediocre ones I have otherwise so let's do that.
The music changes as it's revealed Sumika added steak sauce, Tabasco, and wasabi, which is a crime against food worthy of the death penalty. p-kun agrees and flees when he's served for a substitute carton of banana chocolate milk, which honestly sounds delicious why is that not American yet is it because fruit? Stupid fat America hating fruit. I get the option to go to the roof, the prep room, or the courtyard to hunt for food. Probably not going to find anything on the roof at this school and the prep room sounds like a recipe for seeing the devil again so I guess courtyard it is!
I immediately regret this choice as p-kun ends up bumming food from poor Chizuru who suffers more then enough of him in class and now must deal with him even during her brief moment of respite. The scene is at least short, apparently Chizuru makes her own lunches and p-kun owes her one now. Sucks for him but that's probably for the best. Hopefully she puts it to good use and gets him to stop being such a baby. p-kun sneaks' off to return his and presumably Sumika's worksheet before running into Sumika and Meiya in the hall. In a nice bit of sound design Sumika's voice is made softer to show she's father away and I know that's a really small detail but most VNs wouldn't even bother so I'm going to point it out anyway.
Meiya was interested in observing the Lacrosse and Archery teams after having seen Tama head to the range and Chizuru off to Lacrosse. I get to choose which, and given I just bothered Chizuru earlier and watching Tama do archery sounds interesting, we'll do that one. The swish and stick of an arrow can be heard, another nice sound design touch, and Meiya comments on the beauty of Kyujitsu. Tama is the one shooting, She looks really focused until she notices p-kun and suddenly becomes terrible. She blushes so hard her whole face turns red and she questions why the three non-club members are here. Meiya apologizes for disturbing her and Tama denies observers are a bother even as she trembles. The two talk shop for awhile. As a military historian, I personal wish they went into some more detail but that would probably bog things down.
Tama says her father teaches her archery at their home archery range, which is pretty awesome. I mean I'D have no use for one but it's cool that she does. Apparently her dad is ranked really highly in some archery ranking... thing, so she uses a style that isn't common for the school. Nifty. Tama doesn't handle praise well but she gets some cute faces in and looks kind of mature with her hair pulled back in a sock and her cloths all official. The group leaves Tama to practice and decides to head home. Best boy Takahashi is waiting for them. This time he gets to give his backstory about being a cool speed racer, and his father was a romantic, and his name is like a whole sentence long in English, and he used to be all charismatic and infamous and he lets everyone call him his first name, and I have to stop I'm drooling a bit he's so hot...
The gang is driven home but everything outside the windows looks oddly flat. Turns out Meiya had the whole neighborhood flattened to build a giant mansion, like probably at least 10 stories tall. all that's left behind is Takeru and Sumika's houses and that stupid neighborhood park. p-kun is less then pleased. Perhaps finally seeing how incredibly weird all this is he tries to ask Meiya why she came to live with him but she evades. Sumika suggests that maybe p-kun is some kind of important person which I can only hope isn't true. If this guy is the chosen one we all better get used to living under our evil overlord and hope whoever it is doesn't eat us or something.
p-kun goes to his room only to be greeted by the three ninja midgets. Tsukuyomi lays the smack down on them and informs them they have to serve p-kun from now on for being rude to him earlier and the images that flooded my mind of the depraved things they are no doubt going to be forced into means this is where we're stopping for today.
GOD I HOPE THE PLOT STARTS SOON THIS KIND OF MOE IS JUST TORTURE, AND I LIKE MOE STUFF
By technicality it's possible at this point to piece together the rest of Extra from the information you have but that's not exactly an easy task. Part 4 I'll be starting the plot point that came to define Extra in people's minds as well as gloss over some really important details that future novels will latch onto but because they aren't important here I don't really have much reason to call them out. I'll mention them, but don't expect me to linger and give away the surprises. Admittedly, having read the whole series it's going to be weird seeing these events from the other side again, but in a good way I think. Part 4 will center around the full cast for the first time, and set the stage for pretty much everything to come, so be sure to come back this Saturday.
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2020.11.07 23:27 Michael_Snowy Photographing personal possessions. Breach of lease for trivial tidiness issues. Take Action
| I recently had a house inspection. First one in 12 months, I assume because of covid.|
I took a phone call from the agent 2 weeks later. The conversation started with "Were you aware that there was a inspection of your property recently?" I mean really? Every agent is fully aware of the fact that every rental property tenant is acutely aware of when their house inspections are to occur. They have made it a very stressful experience.
Her question was premeditated and deliberately designed to set up a faux incredulous amazement that the property was so messy that she couldn’t possibly believe that I was aware that there was an inspection.
Her style of communication was disingenuous and condescending in the extreme and it obviously put me on the defensive.
It was very transparent to me that her intention was to enforce the power imbalance between tenant and realtor so she could proceed with her litany of trivial comments about my possessions, incorrect assumptions about the original condition of the landlord's actual property (because she hadn't looked at my entry condition report) and false accusations of me not reporting structural damage to the property. Ceiling plaster collapse in a bathroom caused by a leaking roof which I reported on Mar 11th and which still hasn't been repaired after 8 months.
The main thing, though, that piqued my curiosity and anger was that she mentioned one of the bedrooms was messy. She more or less demanded a re-inspection after I had "fixed" the issues. I was rather irate and told her she had mentioned too many things for me to remember. I said no and I demanded to see the photographic evidence she had to back up her claims.
The email arrived, see attached pic. This image is a child's bedroom and it was deemed as to messy. I can only assume it is because of the basket of clean clothes at the end of the bed but who knows, the reason was not specified.
This is where the bullshit starts. From the multiple images I was sent and looking around the web, it has become apparent to me that it is now common practice, at least in Australia, for an agent to waltz around you house, walk into a private bedroom and take a picture of the entire contents of the room. This is not a "property inspection" it is a "personal possessions inspection and subjective evaluation". Agents are at your home to inspect and report on the condition of their clients property, that is the bricks, windows, plaster, shelves, cupboards... anything that is the landlords property. Anything that is our property should be expressly off limits and any landlord , if they are normal humans, would not be remotely interested in our personal possessions yet agents take these photos. Why? So that they can enforce the false power imbalance between tenant and realtor.
We all know the rental contract mentions a term similar to "neat and tidy". IMO The general spirit of this phrase is to differentiate between a serial hoarder and normal person. It does not imply nor give agents a tacit license to drill down to people’s personal possessions in their private bedrooms and form a very subjective opinion about how we choose to organise our personal life.
That is not the spirit of the contract and they are fully aware of that. These type of photos and the subjective evaluation of messiness are an invasion of privacy and are outright voyeurism. It is damn creepy to know that a stranger is looking so closely at your personal possessions and evaluating your messiness. God knows what other opinions they may be forming. A very important part of our rights as tenants is "to have reasonable peace, comfort and privacy". Photos like this and subjective opinions about messiness are a direct breech of these rights. We need to collectively stand up and call this behaviour out as voyeurism and bullying because that is exactly what it is.
I have looked a little bit at the laws around this and it seems to be a very grey area. In QLD, at least, it is a fine-able offense if an agent shows a tenants personal possessions in advertising material. These laws need to go further and need to be worded much more specifically to protect our privacy.
In addition to this there is also a serious security issue. These images are probably taken using an agents phone then no doubt copied to an office computer and finally sent to the landlord so there are 3 copies of photographs of our personal possessions on the devices of 3 complete strangers and we have absolutely no control over this. This is completely unacceptable.
Do you feel the same? So, what can we do?
Petition in large numbers. I have prepared an epetition for the Federal Gov but I have the feeling they will say it is not their problem and say it is a state problem, no worries. NSW has a similar epetition set up but you have to be a NSW resident, no worries there as I am. I assume other states will have the same requirement so I will need assistance with that.
The wording of the Fed petition and the remedy had to be condensed to 250 words.
Here is what I came up with. It will be submitted tonight but has to go through a process before it is live.
We would like the Government to look into the serious breach of privacy happening to Australians every day. It is the photography of private possessions during routine property inspections and the following subjective evaluation of these images by agents.submitted by Michael_Snowy to TenantsOfAustralia [link] [comments]
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Hamilton Howard "Albert" Fish (May 19, 1870 – January 16, 1936) was an American serial killer, child rapist and cannibal. He was also known as the Gray Man, the Werewolf of Wysteria, the Brooklyn Vampire, the Moon Maniac, and The Boogey Man. Fish once boasted that he "had children in every state", and at one time stated his number of victims was about 100. However, it is not known whether he was referring to rapes or cannibalization, nor is it known if the statement was truthful.
Fish was a suspect in at least five murders during his lifetime. He confessed to three murders that police were able to trace to a known homicide, and he confessed to stabbing at least two other people. Fish was apprehended on December 13, 1934, and put on trial for the kidnapping and murder of Grace Budd. He was convicted and executed by electric chair on January 16, 1936, at the age of 65. His crimes were dramatized in the 2007 film The Gray Man), starring Patrick Bauchau as Fish.
It was about this time that Fish began to indulge in self-harm. He would embed needles into his groin and abdomen. After his arrest, X-rays revealed that Fish had at least 29 needles lodged in his pelvic region. He also hit himself repeatedly with a nail-studded paddle and inserted wool doused with lighter fluid into his anus and set it alight. While Fish was never thought to have physically attacked or abused his children, he did encourage them and their friends to paddle his buttocks with the same nail-studded paddle he used to abuse himself. He soon developed a growing obsession with cannibalism, often preparing himself a dinner consisting solely of raw meat and sometimes serving it to his children.
On May 25, 1928, Fish saw a classified advertisement in the Sunday edition of the New York World that read, "Young man, 18, wishes position in country. Edward Budd, 406 West 15th Street." On May 28, Fish, then 58 years old, visited the Budd family in Manhattan under the pretense of hiring Edward; he later confessed that he planned to tie Edward up, mutilate him, and leave him to bleed to death. Fish introduced himself as Frank Howard, a farmer from Farmingdale, New York. He promised to hire Budd and his friend Willie, and said he would send for them in a few days. Fish failed to show up, but he sent a telegram to the Budd family apologizing and set a later date.
When Fish returned, he met Edward's younger sister Grace Budd. He apparently changed his intended victim from Edward to Grace and quickly made up a story about having to attend his niece's birthday party. He convinced the parents, Delia Flanagan and Albert Budd I, to let Grace accompany him to the party that evening. The elder Albert Budd was a porter) for the United States Equitable Life Assurance Society. Grace had a younger sister, Beatrice, two older brothers, Edward and George, and a younger brother, Albert Budd II. Grace left with Fish that day but never returned.
The police arrested 66-year-old superintendent Charles Edward Pope on September 5, 1930, as a suspect in Grace's disappearance, accused by Pope's estranged wife. He spent 108 days in jail between his arrest and trial on December 22, 1930. He was found not guilty.
Letter to the mother of Grace Budd In November 1934, an anonymous letter was sent to Grace's parents which ultimately led the police to Fish. Mrs. Budd was illiterate and could not read the letter herself, so she had her son read it to her. The unaltered letter (complete with Fish's misspellings and grammatical errors) reads:
My dear Mrs Budd, In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the steamer Tacoma, Capt John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco to Hong Kong China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was a famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1 to 3 Dollars a pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold to the Butchers to be cut up and sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak – chops – or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girls behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys one 7 one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them – tortured them – to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11 yr old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was cooked and eaten except Head – bones and guts. He was roasted in the oven, (all of his ass) boiled, broiled, fried, stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time I was living at 409 E 100 St, rear – right side. He told me so often how good human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3 – 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese – strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her, on the pretense of taking her to a party. You said Yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wild flowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mama. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick – bite and scratch. I choked her to death then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms, cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her, though, I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.Albert Fish's trial for the murder of Grace Budd began on March 11, 1935, in White Plains, New York. Frederick P. Close presided as judge and Westchester County Chief Assistant District Attorney Elbert F. Gallagher was prosecuting attorney. Fish's defense counsel was James Dempsey, a former prosecutor and the one-time mayor of Peekskill, New York. The trial lasted for 10 days. Fish pleaded insanity, and claimed to have heard voices from God telling him to kill children. Several psychiatrists testified about Fish's sexual fetishes, which included sadism, masochism, flagellation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, piquerism, cannibalism, coprophagia, urophilia, hematolagnia, pedophilia, necrophilia, and infibulation. Dempsey in his summation noted that Fish was a "psychiatric phenomenon" and that nowhere in legal or medical records was there another individual who possessed so many sexual abnormalities.
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2020.10.22 08:02 Caliponix Voyeur homes
I spent five years of my life in love with a predator. I question my judgement, with every encounter, because I know this snake got past it. I call him X.
I Loved Him. I felt soo lucky that he seemed interested in me, despite the ‘disadvantage’ of being 23 years younger than him. This wasn’t a trend in my life, I’d never dated someone remotely that far from my age range. It was something about X. I fell in love with his brain, his humor, the way my skin tingled when he touched me. For a while the chemistry was pure and electric.
There were issues, but they mostly seemed to come back at me. I was significantly less well off than X, he was a Dr. A well respected GP within his community. I was a single mother in my early 20s, and working at that time as a certified massage therapist. Daily life was a struggle for me, and X used money as a reason to withhold respect. If I wanted respect, I could be an equal contributor. Except he would always assure me that he knew I probably wouldn’t be able to make a comparable amount of money to him, he would accept it if I just achieved what he knew I was capable of. Because of how much he loved, and believed in me. Of course, getting a better job, rounding out my education, and raising my daughter were priorities for me, so him pushing me towards these things rang no alarms at the time.
I have spent most of my 20s trying to ‘Make It’. I’m 30 now. I didn’t ‘Make it’.
When X and I had been together about a year, when I was a 24 year old mother of 1, I learned that I had a genetic condition called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. The diagnosis was difficult to hear, but it clarified many of the unexplained health issues that had complicated my path to self sufficiency.
It was this diagnosis that led me to two, very painful, realizations. 1) I needed to retire from the career that was supporting my needs 2) I shouldn’t have any more children. For my health and theirs.
X was fine with us not planning to have children; he even got a vasectomy the following year. It was harder for me to accept. I had always hoped to have at least two children, I’m a middle child of four, and I wanted my daughter to have a sibling. It was a frequent subject of discussion for the year before his vasectomy, and even for some time after. I had a lot of trouble reconciling my understanding of my medical problems with my desires for the family I wanted to build.
X had 2 children of his own, a boy and a girl. Our kids were all 3 years apart, with my daughter being the youngest (*3yo at the start of our relationship). Neither he nor his children got on well with my daughter, despite me having a good relationship with both of his children. I couldn’t seem to get them to stop treating my daughter like an intruder, to give her the same latitude and understanding that they gave each other… I failed at communicating this, or preventing the bullying from affecting my daughter. I’ll carry the shame of that for the rest of my life. When my daughter comes to me about this one day, I’ll have no defense. Only apologies. She deserved so much better than that.
The really sad part is that I was convinced that she was still better off in that situation, than with me alone. I was so beaten down, so convinced of my own ineptitude. I relied on X to be the stability he said I lacked. At least she lived in a nice house, room to run and play safely, a tree-house to zip line off of (X and I spent 2 years building that), and chickens to chase. My daughter is just 10 now, and still has fond memories of that house, and the home we had there. I wonder when she’ll start to remember the bad. I’ll be here for her when she does.
INCIDENT: It was probably early fall, I can’t quite remember the exact details because this night was like so many others. Until it wasn’t. We had gone out to our hot tub, smoked some weed, X had a whisky and I had a hard cider. X had taken an Ambien right before getting into the hot tub, without planning to go to sleep, or telling me that he had taken a drug that impaired him to that degree. I don’t remember much about the conversation we’d had, but I do remember that I had to put a tampon in before getting in the hot-tub, since I was on the tail end of my period (Sorry TMI, but its relevant).
We came inside, toweled off, and were snacking away our munchies in the kitchen while family guy played on the TV in the living room. The open floor plan had the back of the main sofa parallel with the kitchen island, maybe 8 feet apart. Our heavy robes for walking in/outside were draped over the back of the couch, along with our clothes.
X was being sexual, groping me and manhandling me more than was typical even for him. I was beginning to sense that something was wrong. We were standing in front of the dishwasher; I had my back to the counter. We started to kiss, I tried to gently push him back from me, and he responded by grabbing me by the throat. He pushed me backwards quickly, with his body pressed against my legs holding them in place he forced my upper body straight back onto the counter. I was bent like an L over that counter backwards, I thought I had broken my spine, or ruptured a disc. After all, I could only go on the intensity of the pain I was feeling, which was extreme. I cried out “PANDA!!!” which while ridiculous, was also my safe word. He ignored it.
I began to scream, frantic shrieks of pain. At first X looked annoyed, but then he started to laugh. He pulled me down from the counter and dropped me to the floor facedown. I was still screaming. I was Begging him for help, while he watched me writhe. He told me to Shut Up. He kept laughing at me the whole time. Insulting me… for my low pain tolerance I guess. I slowly began to pull myself away from him, towards to sofa in the living room. Mostly I was dragging myself by my arms, as my legs were seized up and numb still from the trauma to my spinal column. I can’t remember everything he said, I only remember feeling increasing dread when he finally walked over to me. I wasn’t sure what was about to happen.
He reached down and pulled me up by my right wrist, and tossed me facedown over the back of the couch. My face was buried in the back of the brown suede seat, and I could feel X behind me, pressed against my butt, hard. He slapped my behind several times, very hard and then he was clearly about to start having sex with me. All the while I’m saying No No No over and over again, Panda, over and over again. At one point, right before he was about to enter I almost got him to stop, I cried “I’ve got a tampon in!” I felt his pause. Then he laughed again, and said he didn’t care. He entered me. Despite the waterlogged tampon in the way he just plugged away. It hurt very much. Sex was painful for weeks after that, but X seemed oblivious as to why my vag might need a @#%ing break. He didn’t apologize that I recall, or bring it up. I certainly didn’t. I kept my head down, worked my two jobs and juggled full time college courses. Dying inside. Being the best girlfriend he didn’t deserve, so that I could protect the life I had built for myself and my daughter.
INCIDENT: Nov 5-19th continuous It began just after election night. I got sick, very sick, while I was at my campus taking one of my classes. X and his kids had to come and pick me up because I wasn’t able to drive. He was very put out about it all, it was an inconvenience to him. I spent the next week with a rising fever, constant vomiting, a headache that’s close cousins with a hatchet, and body aches with chills fit to shatter me apart. I medicated for my symptoms, Tylenol, ibuprofen, all the standard stuff, which of course I had on hand living with an M.D. X kept a pharmacy in his walk in closet and under the sink. I tried to take care of myself, because DR X wanted nothing to do with me.
He felt I was ‘too upset’ about the election. It was nbd that Trump was setting down the path that led to HERE (10/21/2020). This was his justification for ignoring me while I wilted away. Sunday he left me alone, with all three children and informed me that it was my job to supervise them through all their Sunday chores while he was out. Never mind that I wound up chasing those cats until sanity demanded that I take a break from puking so I could do their chores myself. That way X wouldn’t come down on me for them not being done. I don’t know how I did it. He came home at the kids’ bedtime, and didn’t express any concern for me. It was Monday night when I took my temperature, it was 104.4 F.
I knew I was in serious trouble. X was out with his son, and his daughter with her mother, so I called a friend to take me to an urgent care. They transported me to a nearby hospital where I stayed for a week while under treatment for an aggressive kidney infection. It had been difficult to diagnose initially, because of my medical history with kidney infections, I’m generally pretty sure when I have one. But this sneaky bugger was asymptomatic, so I just thought I had a WICKED FLU that I needed to wait out.
X showed up 2x while I was in the hospital. Once the night I was admitted, to bring me a few things (*I think? Can’t really remember what happened that night, I was delirious), he didn’t hang around long. The next time was to pick, me up, the following Friday afternoon. I thought maybe he’d feel badly about how he’d treated me the week before, as I’d been getting sicker. He did initially, I thought. He wanted me to come with him, he said, to a friend’s house for a barbeque.
He’d been invited, and he’d been so busy all week and hadn’t had any time for HIM. “So it would mean so much if we could do this together, baby, please?” It turns out this friend was someone I’d met before, and didn’t have a great relationship with. I’d mostly been able to deescalate and stay chill around this guy, but he’s a real life troll who loves ticking people off, so it was a real struggle. It didn’t help that his relationship with his longtime girlfriend was one of the most obviously abusive relationships I’d ever seen. His name was Greg.
After attempting to get him to go on his own, let me stay home and rest (I was still sick, just well enough finally to leave the hospital). He insisted, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy himself if he went and left me home. It was key for his enjoyment that I be present. I wasn’t sure why at the time. I knew what would happen if I insisted on staying home. He would pout the whole night, and whine about how he couldn’t have any fun because he was busy being the BEST GUY EVER and tolerating my preferences. It would be less trouble I thought, to tolerate Greg for a few hours. Get some ground made up with X, let him know his needs were important to me. He claimed constantly that no one worried about his needs, they just expected him to fill theirs. He had been distant, and cruel. He was being nice to me right then, and I didn’t want it to change. I had felt so alone in the hospital, so ill for so long, I just wanted to be happy with my boyfriend for the time being. So.. off we went to Gregory’s house.
It was a long drive, about 45 minutes. We listened to music and talked about nothing, it was nice. As we were winding the long dirt road that was Greg’s driveway X casually tossed out: “Hey, just so you know, Greg is really happy about the election. Turns out he’s a huge Trump guy.” JUST F#$*ING GREAT
I generally prefer to avoid conflict. Its one of my chief character traits/flaws, and X was in no way ignorant of how stressful I would find this situation. I had brought along a book, and told him I planned to keep to myself and read my book. I wasn’t interested in engaging with Greg this way. But it was too late to back out, the drive was too long and I’d come in X’s car. I was stuck, and he knew it.
Greg started in on me right away. He basically ignored X and focused all his efforts on taunting the SJW snowflake millennial. I tried to ignore his baiting, and be civil, but indicate that I preferred to read my book, not talk about politics. He ignored this and instead grilled my awareness of Alt-right talking points against the Clintons. This went on for hours. I kept my cool for a long time. I tried to argue with facts, and not be diverted by his many attempts to bait me.
In order to gain some brief respite I wound up volunteering to cook dinner for everyone, since Greg’s browbeaten girlfriend couldn’t seem to figure out what would make ‘the men’ happy. She was so relieved when I offered; she scampered off to watch true c rime while I made Sloppy Joes, mac’n cheese, and a Caesar Salad. Greg showed up once the plates hit the table, tucked in and started straight back on politics.
I admit, I knew when I said that Trump’s history as a chauvinist and alleged Rapist made him unfit for office that I would strike a nerve. Turns out it was Greg’s Hulk Button. He literally turned purple defending Trump(?)’s relationships with women. It was at this point that true insults, no longer disguised thinly as jokes began to fly between Greg and I. X NEVER OPENED HIS MOUTH. He just Watched.
After a few moments of escalating screaming, I left Greg’s home and went outside to wait for X, so we could leave. X didn’t come out for almost half an hour. He told me later that he was trying to calm down Greg, he felt bad that I’d upset him.
As we drove off in silence, one question kept coming up in my mind, and finally I asked him: “Why did you want me to come? Didn’t you know this would happen?” “No!” he insisted “I just thought it would be funny, give you a chance to rip into a trump guy, right?” “You know I hate conflict in general, and arguing with stupid people in specific! How could you think this was ok?” I never got an adequate answer from him. He usually claims ignorance of the potential outcome. If that’s true, then he’s a lot less smart than he likes to assert. I spent the next few days resting at home, doing my best to avoid him, and the inevitable conflict that would follow.
INCIDENT: Spring 2017 Another incident with a friend of X’s. His name is Ted. Ted comes over to our house one day and starts playing the Libertarians favorite game: bait the libtard (his words)
I’m trying to be a good hostess, fetching drinks and politely listening to this man explain away societies problems based on his experiences as a ‘self made career military man’. Dude fixes Blackhawk helicopters. He’s in his sixties, I think. X sat there, while Ted talked about the wage gap being a figment of the liberal imagination. Women and men get paid the same for the same work, period. This was his stance, and X replies “Yeah, I don’t know any female Dr’s who make less than me, if they work as hard.”
I was stunned. Not only was this a**hole in my house spouting chauvanist BS--Ugh, sorry, this still steams me up..—X was agreeing with him, supporting his arguments. I was so angry, but felt outnumbered so I opted to retreat. I left the house and went for a cigarette. When I came back Ted was getting on his motorcycle and left. He was so shaken by the whole interaction he wrecked a few miles away, luckily sustaining only minor injuries. I was blamed for this by X. But we didn’t know that Yet.
We began to argue heatedly, I was angry and hurt that he had sided with Ted on this Factually documented issue in our society. When I brought this up, he insisted he was as Woke as Woke Gets, and if I really loved him I would know that of course he supports women’s rights, black rights, trans rights, gay rights.. until one of his friends disagrees. Then his views magically shift to line up with all these right wing conservative libertarian guys, which seemed to compromise about 60% of his friend group.
The fight got more heated. I tried to leave, to cool off, and X insisted I needed to stay, to work things out. We were in our bedroom, and he blocked my access to the door. I was overwrought and coming undone, I wanted nothing more in that moment than to get away from him. He grabs my arms above the elbows and wrestles me to the ground. I writhed, trying to get away. My left elbow was ground into the carpet repeatedly, and I have the scars of blotches on my arm 3 years later where they were skinned.
I was blamed for this. I was blamed for ‘ruining our date night’ because I had an issue with something totally unimportant. I’d over reacted. He convinced me that I had. I could only push so far before the knowledge that my ability to provide a home for my daughter hinged on this relationship working. No way could I afford a place on my own on one salary, let alone one fit to share with my then six year old. We went on our date night that night, a group dinner with many of his friends. He didn’t speak to me the whole evening, barely even on the ride home. That was how he acted after he got his way. To really hammer home that it wasn’t worth it for me to take any issue, with anything he said or did. I think that was the day I realized I had to leave him. It would take time, and I needed a plan.
EXODUS: I spent 2 months looking for a place to live, searching for new jobs, new options. In July I went to a protest on Monument Avenue in Richmond, and there I ran into some old friends, people I hadn’t hung out with since I met X. For the first time in a long time, I was social with someone other than HIS friends, or people at my work or school. I was a very busy person, always going. I’d spent 5 years getting more and more isolated. The floodgates opened, and I told them what was happening. They helped me coordinate, and find a place that I could move to inside of the week. I had a plan; my dad was even flying out to help me move. X still didn’t know.
This was something I struggled with a lot, I felt dishonest, which I suppose is accurate. I lied to him, told him everything was OK. I was withdrawn, and quiet, but mostly focused on not rocking the boat before I could spring my plan into action. I didn’t want to emotionally scar my daughter, so I prepared her, and her father agreed to keep her with him until I made the switch. X was relieved to have time without her around, he didn’t question it.
Just three days before my dad was going to fly in, I was sleeping in my daughter’s bed (for privacy and safety), and was awoken by X, screaming in my face. He’d opened up my phone and gone through my texts, found out what I was planning, and lost his freaking mind. He couldn’t believe that I’d lied to him about wanting to work on our relationship when I was planning to bounce. I told him it was because of this kind of reaction from him that I’d kept the secret. He was flabbergasted, I remember him saying that he –“can’t believe You would ever leave ME, you promised me you’d NEVER leave!”
That really took me aback. I felt a well of guilt, because I HAD promised him that. Then I remembered, I made that promise before he violently raped me. Then I felt less guilt. I told him in no uncertain terms that I was done with him, and he was the reason why. That he’s the demon that haunts my dreams now. When I left following this confrontation, he was throwing my stuff after me, telling me that my life would fall apart without him.
I really wanted him to be wrong. I wish he had been wrong. More than anything, I wish this were the end of the story.
SPIRALLING: For awhile things were ok, I was working multiple jobs, and was able to meet my expenses, and take care of my daughter. The place I was living was 90 min from God and Everywhere, but it was rent free, so that balanced a lot. Then, my health began to spiral. I was in and out of the ER multiple times, and my mental state was beginning to show cracks. Anxiety and depression were ruling my whole life, and I was a wreck. My physical health was what made it all go pear shaped though. I lost two jobs in one week, because of health related issues. I was Fainting, vomiting, etc. It makes you an unreliable employee, dontcha know? So, suddenly money was a serious problem, and the cracks in my mental state turned into the Grand FREAKING Canyon. Straight up, I had a mental breakdown. My best efforts had failed. X had been right. I was a failure. My daughter deserved better than me. At this time she started staying more with her father, and I would visit her there. I didn’t feel capable anymore, I was broken.
Then, there was this day, where my friend had kindly offered to let me stay at his house while I tried to snap myself out of it. I climbed into the shower.. and I didn’t leave it for almost three days. I just cried. Constantly.
In a moment of weakness, I reached out to X, whom I had totally cut off contact with several months before. He was doing great! He’d started going to therapy, and meditating every day. Really ‘worked’ on himself. He seemed like a totally different man than the one I’d left the year before. I began to wonder if I’d made a mistake.
X spent a lot of time with me for the next few weeks, trying to help me put myself back together. I was very near the danger zone… mentally speaking, and I felt a lot of gratitude to him for helping me out of my spiral.
Now, lets fast forward to August 2019. I had moved from my home on the east coast out to AZ to be closer to my dad. My daughter is currently living overseas with her father (who has been supportive throughout this process) and thriving. I am somehow able to better serve her as her mother from a distance, we talk every day, discuss life and difficulties. Its not ideal, but in the times of Covid, I’m just glad that she’s somewhere safe.
Now, this was right after she’d left the country, and the situation was still fresh. I was lonely, and sad. I missed my daughter. I’d had her with me every single day for a year, and suddenly, poof, she’s gone.
X calls me, and says he has plans to go to Dragon Con in Atlanta, just like he and I had done together the last four years. He wants me to go with him. Offers to buy my ticket and take care of the plane, he insisted he wouldn’t have any fun there if I wasn’t with him. I decided that it would be a good distraction, which I needed at that point. I thought, after a full year of weekly therapy and daily meditation and self reflection, as well as many discussions with me regarding the abuse he committed against me while we were together. He seemed to truly have internalized what I’d told him, and done the work to address his behaviors. I felt safe to go. Surely, things would be different now. I feel like such an idiot.
At first, things were mostly ok. We walked around the booths, saw famous people, smoked, and hung out with people that we’d met there over the years. One such man was Justin. I’d only met him one other year, and hadn’t spent much time around him before this. However, this time, he was in the room next door to ours, so the run ins and hang outs were more frequent. He, X and I spent most of the weekend together going around the Con. Saturday night, while riding up the Marriott elevator to our rooms, Justin casually mentioned that if we ever wanted a partner for a 3 way, he would be down.
At first I thought he was joking, and then X looked at me. Grinned and winked. This wouldn’t be a first for us, he has a voyeurism thing, and I have an ‘I like good sex’ thing. We chatted about it briefly before realizing we were all very much down for this. We spent the entire next day and a good chunk of the night in bed. Not gonna go into detail there, sorry.
Ok, I do have to go into some detail, very minor. While the three of us had been mutually involved all day, it turned out that the pairing that ended the session was Justin and I. By the end of it I was so sore, unless you have lady parts I don’t know how to convey how tender and raw my insides felt after this MARATHON session of really lovely sex. Some of it was even with X.
Justin packs up to leave in the morning, the con is over, and the mass exodus of nerds has begun. Our hotel checkout isn’t until the afternoon, X plans to drop me off at the airport before beginning his drive home. Once Justin goes, X tells me that before I leave, he wants us to have sex one more time. I told him I was in too much pain, No. I was pretty firm on that point. He told me that after paying for everything, including my plane home, he wanted to be the last penis inside me, and since it was so important to his emotional state he contended that I should just lay back and think of England. So, that’s exactly what happened. It was excruciating. I thought about it the entire plane ride home. My dad was so mad that I had gone on the trip with X in the first place that he and his wife stopped talking to me when I came back. I mean, they were right. I couldn’t tell them what had happened. It’s my own fault, right? My own shitty judgment.
He didn’t really change. His feelings (a.k.a: dick) were more important than my physical pain.
I don’t know why I didn’t cut him off right then.
We were in contact fairly frequently over the last year. We are not together, but X tries to maintain that connection with me. Saying I’m free to date who I want, obviously, but wait, who are you going out with? Will there be men there? Do they have PENISES??? I’m exaggerating, ok. Let’s just say he was hyper aware of the potential of me meeting someone else. He would talk about the singularness of our love, how nothing else could compare. He constantly brought up the idea that we would end up together, once our kids were grown and his parents die he’s pretty sure that’s all our relationship issues dealt with. I usually responded tepidly. I told him I didn’t think that was likely, that we broke up for damn good reasons. None of that ever stuck to his Teflon brain. I felt like I still needed him. I don’t really get why. Part of it is defiantly medical. I’ve relied on his help for way too long. In a world with unreliable insurance coverage knowing a Dr can save you a pretty penny. But I realized, recently, that knowing him is a stone around my neck. I’ve gone no contact. I hope it’s for the last time.
Unless there is some way for me to force him to face some accountability for this shit, I never want to speak to him again. I thought he’d changed, I thought maybe I’d helped make him a better man. I didn’t, I just made him a better manipulator.
ISMS: X- “The Safest place for you is Right next to Me.” “You know, you take this for granted, but I’m in this because I LOVE you, not because I’m worried about where I’m gonna live, or if I can keep custody of my kids! I’m in this because I Value You.” “WHAT?!-That was Rape??” “There’s nothing stopping you, you just need to try harder (subtext: Be More Like Me)
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The Story: Once in a lucky lifetime, a gifted scholar might be given a boon in their dreams; a visit to the Library, the magical seat of all human knowledge. But within those walls lives the Librarian, fated to spend every night among the books. And now, the Librarian wants out.
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His hands tightened around the steering wheel. Stressing wouldn’t help, he knew. He’d get there as soon as he could, and panicking wouldn’t make it come any faster.
Logic didn’t seem to be helping. He was worried.
With his mind in an uproar, every mile seemed to take an eternity, but it was only a few minutes after Maya hung up that he heard the electronic voice of the GPS chime back in. His pulse quickened. Setting his jaw and keeping his eyes fixed on the road, Daniel turned off onto an exit ramp.
Not far now. He forced himself to calm down, to breathe. Get your shit together. This was happening. If he wasn’t going to calm down and get his head in the game, then he might as well get back on the freeway and drive until the road ran out. Screwing this up meant losing everything.
But damn it, he hadn’t wanted it to be like this. Out of all the ways he’d dreamed of meeting Leon in person, out of all the wishes he’d had, it wouldn’t have been like this. Ever.
The sight of the freeway hubbub falling away was a sobering enough sight to bring him back to Earth. His three friends were all college students themselves. The town they lived in was close enough for them to commute to classes, but far enough to be affordable. Even still...there would be a lot of eyes on him if this went badly. Maybe that was good. Or maybe that’d be very, very bad.
Turning down a side street and continuing to drive, Daniel’s mind turned ahead to what came next. Judging from the constant instructions of his GPS, he’d be there any minute now. There was still a good bit of gloom in the sky, but the world around him grew lighter by the second. He’d have to be careful, if he didn’t want to get caught.
Reaching up without taking his eyes off the road, he grabbed for the hood of his coat. He’d probably look a bit weird, driving down the street all hooded, but it’d keep the eyes off his face. For a little while, anyway.
Despite himself, he realized he did feel a little better once the fabric was up, swathing his head. A little more like himself. Chuckling wryly, he nursed the car on, scanning the streets for a landmark. Houses rose up on either side, spaced out by unkept fields and clusters of trees. The strips of woodland crept between the homes, like the homeowners’ final attempt to keep from having to see each other. Not the untamed wilderness, then—but less crammed on top of each other than they could have been.
Close enough. He’d driven far enough, and if he went closer, he’d...He grimaced, a muscle in his jaw pulsing. If he drove ahead, then he’d probably just wind up mired in whatever trap Indira and her cronies were setting. He wouldn’t help Leon by just getting entangled himself.
Slowing, he eased the car onto the shoulder, tucking it off the road far enough it probably wouldn’t get hit. If things went well, he’d be back for it soon.
He really, really hoped that things would go well.
Adrenaline spiked in his veins as he killed the engine and pulled the keys free, as though the silence was the final clue his brain had needed that this was real. That he was here. There was no going back.
Again, almost by force of habit, he tugged at his hood. His fingers pressed over the air in front of his face, searching for a porcelain barrier that simply didn’t exist. The quivering of his fingers grew stronger. He was exposed. More completely than he’d ever expected or wanted.
Daniel shifted, releasing his seat belt before he could devolve back into a total panic. He was doing this. And then…
He’d deal with the aftermath...after.
The pistol slipped free of its holster. He glanced down, checking the safety. Checking to make sure the magazine was seated, that the action had closed. He’d had a lot of hours alone in Alexandria over the years, and he’d had more than enough time to learn how to use a gun. He’d be fine.
If you’re so sure about that, stop repeating it. Shoving the weapon back into its home, he pulled his jacket closed over the top, then eased out of the car.
If he’d thought the silence as he shut the car off was a reminder of the severity of his situation, it was nothing compared to the run that followed. The crisp morning air bit at his face, until he hunched his shoulders high and tucked his chin against his chest. A wind lashed across the rolling hills, tugging at his clothes. Every swish and sway was another reminder that he was here. Outside Alexandria. Moving around in the outside world.
Worse than that, though, was the feeling of eyes on him. He strode forward, trying to seem nonchalant, and picked his way up the road’s shoulder. But with every step he took, he had to fight the urge to glance around. Every instinct in his body screamed to turn, inspecting his surroundings. The whispers in his head screamed louder, filling him with the uncertain terror that if he did that, he’d find someone staring right back at him.
But he couldn’t hear anyone, and when he cast a few surreptitious glances around, he couldn’t see anyone, either. It was still the ass-crack of dawn, and the few cars that drove past seemed completely disinterested in him. It was hard to tell, seeing as they were cars, not people, but none of them so much as slowed.
His GPS beeped. Daniel glanced down, taking in the sight of the dot glowing on the map. His mind whirled. If it was there, and he was here, then-
Looking both ways, he darted across the road, vanishing into one of the half-hearted clusters of trees that dotted the landscape. If he was right, then it’d be one of the houses around here. And that meant he needed to start playing this a little more careful. His steps slowed, moving with deliberation through the underbrush. His ears strained, picking out each and every noise.
Silence. That was all. The worry in his chest loosened, just a little.
Exhaling, Daniel hurried forward, lifting his gaze at last. The houses out this way were spaced out a little better—but in the same breath, they all had that sort of run-down, lived-in look to them that rented houses did. His target, then.
He pushed his way through the low-hanging branches, praying that none of the residents had gotten up early to go to work. If one of them was sitting at their kitchen table, looking out the back window, then seeing a strange hooded man come running out of the forest would be damn sure to get the cops called on him.
Daniel paused, his brow furrowing. Would...Was he an idiot? Would that work? If he called for help, would they-
Before the thought was even fully formed, he snorted, shaking his head derisively. As if. If Indira really was working with mages, then something told him they wouldn’t be caught out by something as simple as mundane police. And the cops would have questions for him, too—questions he couldn’t answer. No, this was on him.
He glanced up again, sliding out of the treeline, and stopped.
The back of the houses waited before him—and his eyes were glued to one in particular. A white number, small but not dirty. The remains of a bonfire waited in a firepit in the backyard, carefully away from their neighbor’s fence.
There. Daniel forced himself to stop, taking a hard look around. If Olivia was right, then Indira would already know Leon’s identity. Had he beat her here?
Knocking on Leon’s front door would be a sure way to give up the game. He’d have to try something else. With a final glance and another murmured prayer, he darted forward.
Windows lined the side of the house. Smaller ones—about the right size for a bedroom, if he was any judge. Maybe, if he peeked in-
Daniel pressed his nose to the glass of the first one, his hands braced on the white-painted siding. A bedroom lay beyond, sure enough. Just...an empty one. The bedsheets lay thrown back, half-ripped off the mattress.
“Shit,” he whispered, sinking lower again. A roommate that’d already left—or was it Leon’s room?
If Leon had already taken off, running around somewhere in town, there’d be no telling where he was. Or when Daniel would find him. What if Indira and them found him first?
Daniel bit off the thought with an irritated hiss, again glancing to the homes around him. He didn’t have time for this. Hurrying away from the window, he fixed his eyes on the next one down.
Slowly, moving carefully, he inched up alongside it, peering through.
He was the Librarian, he thought with a hint of woe. A respected and honorable rank. He was a guardian of knowledge, and the protector of all who entered his domain.
And here he was, peeping into people’s bedrooms like some kind of voyeur. How far he’d fallen.
Any guilt or worries about his current actions vanished behind an electric surge as another bedroom appeared before his eyes—and this time, the bed was occupied.
Daniel’s breath caught in his throat. He froze, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in. Was it-
He...couldn’t tell. Whoever it was, they were swathed in their bedsheets, wrapped up like a burrito. His heart raced. Decision time, yet again. This was the right house. He was...pretty sure this was the right house. And it wasn’t a big house. The other bedroom had been empty. Should he risk it?
But if he was wrong, and this wasn’t Leon, then that whole “calling the cops” business might actually happen—the other way around. He couldn’t afford that.
So what did he do? He squirmed, raising himself up a little taller as though the extra inch would give him the confirmation he needed. Maybe...Maybe he could-
A creak echoed around the block. A door opening on one of the other houses. The sound lanced straight down to Daniel’s core, stirring him awake. If it wasn’t Leon, then he’d just run. He’d figure something else out. But he couldn’t stand here out in the open.
Steeling himself, he brought his hand up—and rapped on the window. “Hey!” he hissed, pressing his lips to the glass. “Hey!”
Again, he froze, in time to hear a snore erupt from the bed.
“Damn it,” he muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “H-Hey! Wake up!”
His knuckles battered the window pane, harder and harder.
The figure shifted, writhing beneath the bedsheets—and rolled over.
Daniel’s heart froze. He knew that face, the one that peeked out from beneath the blankets and the mop of brassy hair. Leon. He’d done it. He’d found him. Now, he just had to-
Leon rolled back over, spread-eagled on the mattress. The steady sound of his snores rose again.
“Shit,” Daniel whispered, his eyes going wide. His hand hovered in front of the window again. He could knock harder, but he’d be as likely to smash the glass as wake his sleeping friend up.
So be it. He...At least he knew it was the right house.
Muttering a curse under his breath, he cast a furtive glance around—and then he slid his fingernails under the crack in the window.
If Leon had locked the window, if he’d been even a little careful, then-
The window slid up with a groan. Daniel grinned. His hands were sweating already, turning his grip slippery and damp. But he had his way, so long as none of the neighbors were watching. If they were...well, the cops might get called yet.
Hoisting himself up, he eased forward, slinging himself inside. “Sorry,” he whispered, wincing as his shoes hit the carpet. “No time.”
They were on a schedule. Right. The thought kept him focused on the target, rather than stopping to consider how fucked-up all of this was or to ogle the room around him. Leon was right there. Once he got him, they could go. Forcing himself forward, he took a step, and-
And tripped headlong, coming crashing back down over a mound of textbooks. He caught himself at the last, his startled cry vanishing into a muffled gurgle.
Shit. Daniel’s head snapped up, just in time to see Leon surge upright. The covers flew from his shoulders, landing in a pile on his lap. The man’s eyes searched the room—and fixed on him.
Shit, shit. Caught in the rush of terror-fueled adrenaline, Daniel could read it all in Leon’s eyes. Confusion. Fear. Panic. Hell, it was understandable. He’d been sleeping peacefully, right up until some asshole showed up in his room to knock over a heap of books.
A heartbeat later, Leon thrust himself backward. “W-What? Who- What are you-”
His hand scrabbled for something on his nightstand. His phone. “Get the fuck out of my-”
“Wait!” Daniel hissed, lurching forward. His arm came up, waving desperately. “Wait, wait. Please. It’s-”
It’s what? What was he going to follow that up with? All of his carefully-laid plans vanished, catching in his throat to choke him.
But Leon had stopped. He had the phone in his hand, halfway raised, but he’d just...stopped. His eyes were glued to Daniel, his brow furrowed. “What? I...who are you?”
“It’s me,” Daniel said, refusing to move so much as an inch. This looked shady enough as-is. He had to play it cool. “It’s-”
“Owl,” Leon said. A light came on in his eyes, even as his head lifted another scant few inches. “Holy shit. You’re-”
“Sorry,” Daniel whispered. “Look. Can you just-”
“What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” Leon said, his brow starting to furrow. He clutched the sheets a little tighter, pulling them higher over his t-shirt. “Jesus. Did you stalk me?”
“Look, I- I’m sorry,” Daniel said, falling back a step. “I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think-”
“A-And then-” Leon’s eyes flicked over to the wall. “Did you break into my house?”
“I didn’t break in,” Daniel said lamely. “The- The window was unlocked.”
“Even still. That’s...This isn’t-”
“Leon, we have to go,” Daniel burst out. “Right now. I’m sorry, I know this is weird, but-”
“But you’re in danger.” The words fell out of him in a rush. Leon came to a stop, blinking. Daniel smiled, not an ounce of joy in the expression. “I wouldn’t have come otherwise. And you didn’t answer your phone.”
“My-” Leon twisted, raising his phone and keying it on. “...Shit.”
“On silent?” Daniel said. He knew they needed to hurry, but even still...he couldn’t help but laugh.
Leon screwed his face up, giving his head a quick shake. “...No,” he mumbled.
So he slept like the dead, then. Hey, Alexandria probably liked that. “All right,” Daniel said, trying to collect himself. He took a step back again, gesturing for Leon to follow. “Come on.”
“...Through the window?” Leon said, glancing between it and him. “Are you serious? I have a door.”
“And they’re probably watching it,” Daniel hissed.
Leon’s face went pale. “What? Who?”
Daniel groaned, running a hand across his face. His hand caught on the stubble there, reminding him just how much he wished he could’ve had time to shave before a meeting like this. Or shower. Or dress himself properly. There were so many things he would’ve changed, if he could.
But he didn’t have the time. For any of it. “It’s a long story,” he said, more quietly. “I’ll explain everything. Look. Do you trust me?”
Leon looked back, locking his blue eyes with Daniel’s brown. For a long moment, they stared at each other, motionless.
Finally, something in his expression seemed to settle, and he nodded. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I do.”
Daniel forced a smile. “I’ll tell you everything, but we need to…” He sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. “We need to get James and Maya. I talked to her already, and she- she should be getting at it, but-” Get to the point. “We need to go. Right now. Like, now.” He gestured toward a dresser shoved in the corner. “Pants. C’mon.”
Leon slid from beneath the blankets, rising, but he stumbled toward a heap of clothes in the corner, not the dresser. “Fine,” he mumbled. “Whatever.” He dug through the mound, ostensibly for something to cover the boxers he wore.
Every so often, though, he cast a glance over his shoulder back toward Daniel. Just as quickly, he’d snap back to the clothes, but Daniel wasn’t fooled. He only waited, trying to pretend he didn’t notice. This meeting was awkward enough as it was.
Only when the jingling of Leon’s zipper-pull came to a stop did Daniel lift his head and turn toward the window. “Okay. Come on. We can-”
Something flickered past outside. A wave of...of something. A blurriness, like compressed fog coursing through the air. It vanished, but the space behind it was left hazy and muted.
Daniel froze—and then lurched, gasping. He clutched at his head. His ears rang with a sudden silence, as though someone had put plugs in them. The air came harder, thick in his lungs. From the corner of his vision, he could see Leon clutching at his chest, eyes wide. The whole world went still.
Not good. Even in the quiet of the moment, with his limbs heavy and his senses confused, his thoughts raced ahead at full speed. He didn’t know quite what was happening, but he knew it was not good.
“Come,” he croaked, shambling toward the window. “Come on.”
Before he could so much as grasp the frame, though, a new sound split the silence.
An engine. A car. The noise grew closer and closer, seeming completely unbothered by the odd stillness, until it might have been right in the driveway.
And then the engine turned off, pitching them back into silence.
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2020.10.16 04:09 _Finding_my_Light_ Voyeur homes
In two days, it will mark 1 year from when you finally crossed the line one too many times. You fucking broke me. It took me a long time to realize why I fell into such a deep depression and suddenly stopped feeling anything for you. I had been hanging on by a thread for so long anyways. But it all started with that event, that night. And the feelings for you never returned.
That night you asked for sex as you usually did, via text message after ignoring me all night and gaming. I postponed until the next night, and we went to sleep. I had only been sleeping on my back for a few weeks. I thought my teeth might be shifting a bit because I always slept on the same side of my face, turned away from you. I woke up in the middle of the night from a dead sleep to see you leaning over me and feeling you fingering me while I slept. I woke up in an instant terror, and half-asleep I said something like, “What the hell are you doing?!” I rolled over, facing away from you, and tried to go back to sleep.
The next day, I gave you the silent treatment. Something I almost never initiate, because that’s your game not mine. A couple days later you finally asked what was wrong with me. I told you how upset I was about waking up to you basically sexually assaulting me in my sleep. I told you how it scared me and made me feel like I was being raped. You apologized, said it was stupid, and we moved on. Like always, I tried to just get over it.
This event that may have meant little to you was the straw that broke the camel’s back. But I feel like you literally broke me. I started to remember something that had happened at a party in high school. I had fell asleep on the couch at a party and woke up the same way. I ran upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom until he left. I hated the fact that you gave me that same unsafe and violated feeling as some drunk asshole who touched me in my sleep at a party.
The fact that you apologized and said you wouldn’t do it again meant next to nothing. You had said that about the hidden camera voyeurism shit, and that went on for so long, longer than I even knew about. I thought to myself, “So is this just the next new fucked up thing you’re going to start doing now?” Unsafe and violated. A husband shouldn’t make his wife feel that way. It was just another reminder of your perversions and sexual boundary crossings. It wasn’t until later I accepted the fact that this all was sexual abuse.
The depression stuck around for such a long time and was nearly debilitating when I was at home. I had no motivation to do anything, and I just couldn’t understand why. This was just another shitty thing you did to me that I was supposed to repress and try to forget. Only I couldn’t. In all my confused sadness, one thing that was consistent was that I couldn’t stop thinking about how unhappy I was with you and how unhappy I had been for such a long time.
I searched your phone looking for something, as though the unconscious sexual assault wasn’t enough. I knew I would find something, and I did, remnants of your previous voyeurism: photos that were never erased, photos taken after you had finally “stopped” doing it, and pictures sent to your new phone just a few months prior. This only fed the depression and detachment even more. I tried “fixing” it like I always have, so I upped my antidepressants. You had convinced me that it was just the depression talking. It wasn’t.
Violated, unsafe, disrespected, that’s how you made me feel. I hated the realization that I now had a new fear to worry about. I had already been affected by the voyeurism, still searching for hidden cameras years later. I didn’t feel safe to undress in my own home, never knowing if you might be secretly filming me again. Now I couldn’t even feel safe while I slept. You gave me that feeling.
I had a thought the other day, and it was painfully bittersweet. Tomorrow, you will be served divorce papers. I’m actually doing this. And I realized that and I won’t have to live in fear of being violated like that anymore. I will never have to let you touch me ever again.
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