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Articles by Cailyn Cox
15 Times Reality TV Completely Destroyed Someone's Life
Over the last decade reality TV has become one of the most popular TV genres, with families like the Kardashians creating multimillion dollar empires off their reality fame. But those are the success ...
15 Reasons Lili Reinhart & Cole Sprouse Need To Become The REAL Betty & Jughead
Riverdale's Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones, AKA Bughead, make an adorable couple. In fact, they're my favorite couple on the hit series. But let's be honest, in our dream world Betty Cooper (AKA Lili ...
15 Things You NEED To Know About Ben Affleck's New GF
Since announcing that he and his wife of 10 years, Jennifer Garner, would be divorcing, Ben Affleck's love life has been the topic of much discussion. The former couple announced their decision to end...
15 Reasons We All Have The Hots For Camila Mendes
You've no doubt fallen in love with the CW's new teen drama Riverdale—based on characters from the classic Archie Comics—and one of the most likable characters in the series is the one and only Veroni...
15 Surprising Things About 'The Bachelor's' Most Hated Contestant: Juan Pablo Galavis
Juan Pablo Galavis was the main man on season 17 of The Bachelor, and he is also arguably the most hated star to ever appear on the show — which is not an achievement you really want.
15 Celebs Who Are Famous For Absolutely Terrible Reasons
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15 Celebs You Had No Idea Grew Up In Foster Care
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15 Eye-Rolling Tweets Celebs Should Never Have Shared
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15 Reasons We Absolutely Hate 'Grey's Anatomy'
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15 Reasons Bachelorette Rachel Lindsay Is The Girl We've Been Waiting For
Rachel Lindsay is the leading lady on Season 13 of the hit reality show, The Bachelorette, and for many reasons she may be the most likable and most relatable star of the show yet. She's smart, driven...
15 Anna Kendrick Tweets That Prove She's Queen Of The Internet
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Seleukos 6. Epifanes (? – 95 f.Kr.) var konge af dele af det fallerede Seleukiderige 96 f.Kr. til 95 f.Kr.

Seleukos 6. var den ældste søn af kong Antiochos 8. Grypos og som sådan var han den det tilfaldt af faderens mange sønner at hævne faderens død for Seleukos 6.'s onkel Antiochos 9. Kyzenikos' hånd. I 96 f.Kr. lykkedes det ham at besejre onklen og tage dele af Syrien i besiddelse, men året efter blev han besejret af fætteren Antiochos 10. Eusebes og var tvunget til at gå i eksil. Han slog sig ned i byen Mopsuestia i Kilikien, hvor han holdt hof i luksuriøse omgivelser.

Området følte dog Seleukos' udskrivning af tropper for meget for regionen, der allerede var hårdt plaget af pirater, så de gjorde oprør og belejrede kongen i byens hippodrom, hvor han brændte inde med sine mænd.

Seleukos 6. efterlod sig ingen sønner, men hans mange brødre førte kampen videre i Syrien, også mod hinanden.

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VIS Issue 0
Issue 0 features eight expositions created by researchers within the arts. Every contributor has been carefully chosen and invited by the Editorial Committee, with the view of presenting best practice within the field of artistic research.
The expositions have gone through a dialogue-based peer-review which is something that the Editorial Committee would like to continue to develop in the coming issues, a process intended to be significant for VIS.
Every exposition is presented on the VIS webpage and has an editorial text that explains why the contributor was chosen. The actual exposition itself, on the other hand, will be found in the database of the Research Catalogue. The expositions have their own designs and explore widely different topics, depending upon how each researcher has chosen to work within the offered format.
The Editorial Committee would like to thank all the contributors for their inspiring work which sets the tone admirably for what we hope will follow.
Editorial Committee: Cecilia Roos, Serge von Arx, Anna Lindal, Mia Engberg, Trond Lossius, Magnus Bärtås och Darla Crispin
Rethinking the Performer: Towards a Devising Performance Practice (2018) Jennifer Torrence
The performer's perspective and the impact of collaboration on the performer's artistic practice is often overlooked in frameworks designed to analyze collaboration in contemporary music. The conception of what a performer is 'for' in the development of a new musical piece is, at least in part, what constitutes a performer's artistic practice, whether that is the performer as an interpreter and executor of scores, as an adviser to the composer, and/or as a co-creating deviser. The interpreter-adviser-deviser model is conceived as a framework for considering the ways composer-performer collaborations can influence and contribute to the construction of a performer's artistic practice and subjectivity. Collaboration is not only a method of creating new works, it's also a method for creating artistic practices. Drawing on examples of devised practices as exhibited in Jennifer Torrence's artistic research, practices which are communicated through reflections, dialogues, images, and videos, the article ultimately argues that it is the performer as deviser that offers the most radical rethinking of the purpose, role, and potential of the performer in contemporary music collaboration.
Documenting Experiential Authorship (2018) Chrysa Parkinson
Layered, scattered and synthetic traces of a performer's authorship. A series of harmonic partials. Materials include photographs, audio recordings and writings sourced from performances the author participated in between 2013 – 2017. 1. Audio File: Sydney, Warsaw, Berkeley, 2016 Sydney Biennale: Adrian Heathfield/Ghost Telephone, 2016 Warsaw Museum of Modern Art: Boris Charmatz/Expo Zero, 2016 Death of the Documenter: Family Home, 2016 2. Photos (Zan Wimberly) of Sydney Biennale 3. Photos (Chrysa Parkinson) of Warsaw Museum of Modern Art and Family Home 4. Audio File: 7 Questions (4 voice recording), 2016-2017 with embedded questions from: Ilse, Louise, Klara, Yari, Adam, Kim, Hanah, Andreas. 5. Essay with Audio: Liminal Animates, Chrysa Parkinson 2013-2018 6. Audio file: The Glitch, Chrysa Parkinson 2015
V e r t i k a l a k u s t i k med horisontell prosodi (2018) sten sandell
Free improvised music allows me as a musician to be able to change direction at any time. Free improvised music is the only form of music where I can completely change my way of playing depending on the character of the room or the space. The room becomes a co-player that I can either go along with or resist. In my project I investigate different ways to explore and clarify how changes of direction in free improvisation can be performed and how the spatial conditions and other conditions affect the way the music is played. The form of improvised music I am examining is extremely dialogue-oriented, where action and reaction within the dialogue in the room play a vital role in the process. What I would like to try out and demonstrate is how a sonic language entirely based on the participants' sensitivity can be moulded, i.e. a language that is altogether based on the listening and playing of a person in a particular space. The sounding image process that becomes a link to the narrative text. Through the use of sound, text and image, and all their mixed forms, and drawing from my experiences as a musician and composer, I hope it will be possible for you to follow this twisty way toward something.
This is not / Dette er ikke (2018) Anne Marthe Dyvi
The language of art is often poetic and abstract. Reduced and lawless in terms of grammar. I experience the poetic and abstract language as closer to the experienced world than the more concrete and descriptive language that is the norm in the majority of formulations in society. In my artistic practice at the moment, I work with color, movement and time. In the video medium. To say that art is a language is also an assertion, or a worn metaphor. We have no written language rules we agree upon in the arts, no defined alphabet. And maybe that's exactly what the making of art is? Creating form, while challenging form? Being the practitioner, and in that sense defining, in a landscape of concrete and abstract, in definite and indefinite and fluid and solid. To create while shaping the form of it, is something else than performing within a given formation. This contribution to a digital catalogue for artistic research are selections of my work, and thoughts, related to it translated into pieces of texts. Some pieces of text along with some video pieces as well as a print from a video, a so-called 'still'. They are selected to function in different constellations, and for several reasons. A collage as a method and a way to relate to my own work, and with the selection, emphasizes the content of the texts. I apply my own thesis discussed in the text upon my contribution 'here' *. My contribution appears in Vis – Nordic Journal for Artistic Research. The digital is representation. It is not. It is equally important to me that this contributed in form acknowledges that making a presence in an internet-based database is not without hyperlinks. It appears because the other is. * Where is 'here', what is 'here'? (Video and video with sound.) The visual material in this exposition is from the videos 'La ditt liv vitne'(2017), 'Essay on Colour'(2017) and Perceptual Cycle (2016). By Anne Marthe Dyvi.
Å LAGE ET LEMURIA (2018) Deleted user, Michael Duch, Lene Grenager, Hild Sofie Tafjord
Lemur spelar, skaper og kuraterer. Ensemblet arbeider som ein firehoda kropp, ei eining sett saman av sterke individ med eigne ambisjonar og agendaer, samstundes som alle har eit sterkt fokus på kreative gruppeprosessar. Lemuria er vårt fjerde verk i ein serie av prosjekt der titlar, konsept og strategiar frå det 20. århundre sin kunstmusikalske kanon blir omforma og gjenbrukt, i vårt bilde. Verket er ein konsertinstallasjon for ensemble, to songarar og live elektronikk, framført i ein spredt scenografi, for eit mobilt publikum. Verket vart bestilt av Borealisfestivalen og urframført i Grand Selskapslokaler i Bergen, 10.mars 2017.
1 place 33 rooms – Portrait of a house (2018) Christine Petersen
1 place 33 rooms "Memory, including collective memory, is linked to houses. When we eradicate a place in the exterior world, we lose a major pathway into our own history." Lena Lindgren, Morgenbladet, 2. November 2012 The project is based on a real place, a house in Oslo. I am interested in how our memory connects with places and houses, in expanding our understanding of what a house and a place are, seen from the perspective of our own cultural background, time and history – and in the perceptions and experiences that are associated with it. In the significance of how the rooms are organised in relation to each other and what happens if the room is freed from the context in which it stands. It is rare to experience an isolated room that doesn't relate to anything else, torn from its place, time and spatial context. The neutral room simply doesn't exist. A key aspect of architecture is the experience of going from one room to another. The way the rooms are organised in relation to each other affects the sense of what it is like to be in the house. From the starting point that architecture begins with a single room, I have explored what criteria a space has to fulfil to be called a room and how big it has to be. Everyone relates to rooms – whether it is a private room like a bedroom, kitchen, dining room, or a public space such as a café, library or railway station. The work comprises six physical installations, plus the book and archive "33 fortellinger" (33 stories).
luxurious migrant // performing whiteness (2018) Stacey Sacks
Stacey Sacks is a PhD candidate in Performing Arts at Stockholm's University of the Arts. Her Doctoral Project Improvising Trickster takes form as a suite of hyper-disciplinary experiments with mask, clown, stop-motion animation, film, photography, sculpture, text, drawing and performance. Drawing on Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak's concept of 'critical intimacy' the performance-essay 'luxurious migrant' reflects on whiteness and privilege and the performance of it. As an intra-cultural, auto-ethnographic excavation it attempts and possibly fails to critically engage with notions of access, authority and power from within the cultural canon. As such it is a creative experimentation with theory and performance, an exploration of the improvisatory impulse and what it means to be 'on' the moment. Since clown naturally contains transgressive elements, the project explores how the genre can be used in a neo-colonial context to subvert or interrupt the dominant discourse, whether satire and parody function as activism and if it is in fact possible to push back white supremacy through critical engagement and play, starting with a robust self-critique.
Under the Mirroring Surface (2018) Adam Kraft
In my work I experiment with interventional urban commons, through practices of altering and re-purposing existing structures. The work is both informal and transgressive in its methodology, with the core intention to investigate and participate in the shaping and making of the social city. Art and research can provide keys to accessing such a city in the making; a space where we can challenge the preconceptions of what is possible, and to imagine alternative strategies for the creation of realities. This article presents a theoretical frame work together with a number of strategies practiced under the Lefebvrian concept of the 'Right to the City.'


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Halladay Wins, Rauch Terrifying in Defeat
Holy God is Jon Rauch scary. When I was in school, tall guys were normally skinny and frail. When the hell tall guys start to look like him? Rauch freaked out today after he didn't get two close pitches to Ryan Howard and Shane Victorino singled in a run directly thereafter.
For some background on Jon Rauch, he is the tallest man every to throw a pitch in major league baseball and he weighs roughly three hundred pounds. He looked like he was going to eat home plate umpire Alfonso Marquez who looked to be about half the size of Rauch. In summation, Rauch is really big and he was really mad.
Roy Halladay made his first start in Toronto as a Philadelphia Phillie after spending the first twelve years of his career as a Blue Jay. The fans in Toronto love Doc. After spending the last two years witnessing what Halladay is, we can all understand why they still love the big right handed robot. As has become reasonably commonplace, Halladay threw a complete game. He scattered eight hits, gave up three runs and stuck out eight Blue Jays. This is just about how the Philadelphia fanbase felt when Schilling came back as a Diamondback, except Halladay isn't a fat loudmouth.
The Phillies trip to Toronto has reawakened their ability to mount comebacks. Yesterday, Kyle Kendrick was Kyle Kendrick and the Phillies scored seven runs to mask his obvious inadequacies. Today, the offense responded every time that Toronto took the lead. Most notable was Chase Utley's go ahead two run home run off of lefty specialist Luis Perez. Earlier in the season, Halladay would have had to shut the Blue Jays out to win this game, today, Halladay gave up three runs as the Phillies got a 5-3 victory.
God damn is Jose Bautista good. He smashed his twenty sixth homer of the season off of Halladay in the fourth inning. His blast against Kendrick was understandable, but this one off of Halladay was not a terrible pitch. His turnaround from nice bench player to top home run hitter in the league continues to be remarkable. Maybe he could give some pointers to Ben Francisco.
Tomorrow the Phillies go for the sweep with Cliff Lee on the mound. The Blue Jays run out Jo Jo Reyes.


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Germany declares U-turn on Turkish waste export scandal, activists celebrate press power
05 Jan 2022 --- The German government is announcing it will repatriate plastic waste illegally exported to Turkey, in what environmental groups are hailing a triumph for the power of media pressure and public activism.
Following a year-long saga that saw 141 containers of waste land in Turkey and either left to spoil or, in some cases, sent further afield to East Asia, the German government has made a U-turn on its refusal to accept responsibility for the exports.
Speaking to PackagingInsights, Jim Puckett, executive director of the Basel Action Network, says there was previously not enough political pressure from Turkey or the German Federal government to act.
"The media attention changed this pressure dynamic," he states. He explains that a lack of international legal frameworks makes it easy for governments to covertly use less-developed nations as cheap dumping grounds for their waste.
"It is difficult to enforce international environmental law from any position other than national governments. If Germany continued to ignore their obligations, our most effective strategy would be to shame them on the international stage."
The shame game
Evidently, this humiliation strategy is having the intended impact. Yesterday, we reported that Germany was continuing to refuse responsibility for the waste, despite knowing that (like most waste exported out of the EU) it would likely end up dumped or incinerated in poorer global regions.
Turkey is a favorite dumping ground for EU waste.Puckett explains the German authorities could claim the export was legal since the new Basel Convention control procedures on plastic (which forbid hazardous plastic waste exports of this kind) were not enforced until 2021 after the shipments had been sent.
Turkish plastics pollution researcher Sedat Gündoğdu tells PackagingInsights this is typical of how western nations circumvent ethical standards to reduce costs at the expense of environmental and human health around the globe.
"Money talks, and the environment loses," he says, while Germany "plays dead."
However, the German government has now announced it is willing to take back all the waste and has charged the State of Baden-Wuerttemberg with managing the takeback, along with all of the companies and regions involved.
"The federal German government official we spoke with claims that they so far do not have cooperation with the Turkish authorities to return the waste, but Germany is fully committed to doing so," says Puckett.
A key theme throughout this case is the blurred international legislation, which has seen both Turkey and Germany refuse responsibility for the waste. During the campaign to force Germany to repatriate the containers, which BAN and Greenpeace Germany led, dozens of the containers disappeared from Turkey and were intercepted en route to Vietnam.
Puckett says it is unclear who is responsible for ordering the wastes to be sent to third countries like Vietnam. Regardless, the entire story exemplifies much of what Gündoğdu calls "waste colonialism," where wealthy nations boost their domestic recycling credentials by exporting and knowingly polluting less developed countries.
Puckett says despite this ironic scenario, "Germany continues to press its luck." Activists accuse Germany of "playing dead" rather than taking responsibility.
The exposure created by activist groups and the media, and the subsequent public outrage building around these dynamics, appear – in this case – to have forced German authorities to accept accountability.
If and how Turkey will help Germany resolve the issue is now the question, according to government spokespeople.
Waste mafias
Illegal waste smuggling is one of the world's most lucrative and endemic trades, and growing public awareness of the issue is leading to increasing pressure on private and public enterprises implicated in the trade.
In 2020, investigative journalists in Tunisia discovered Italian politicians were colluding with companies operating a cost avoidance scheme, whereby Italian organization Sviluppo Risorse Ambientali circumvented domestic waste disposal costs and illicitly sent 282 shipping containers of mixed municipal waste to Tunisia, where fees are almost 20 times lower.
Last year, recycling company TerraCycle UK was discovered sending its plastic waste to Bulgaria for incineration (something the company claims was an accident) and is now under continued scrutiny for what investigators believe to be routine illegal exports.
The EU recently pledged additional resources to its Anti-Fraud Office as part of its Green New Deal. To what extent this can effectively stem the flow of illegal waste trafficking and the other criminal activities conducted by these smuggling networks remains uncertain.
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France's plastic ban uncovered: NGO argues fruit and veg exemptions dilute law's ambition
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Environmental groups are mounting pressure on German authorities over a year-long illegal waste export scandal that saw 114 containers of plastic waste covertly... Read More
05 Jan 2022 --- The German government is announcing it will repatriate plastic waste illegally exported to Turkey, in what environmental groups are hailing a triumph for the power of media pressure and public activism. Following a year-long saga that saw 141 containers of waste land in Turkey and either left to spoil or, in some cases, sent further afield to East Asia, the German government has made a U-turn on its refusal to accept responsibility for the exports.


Does this 737 ceiling look like the sky to you? No, didn't think so!
It can sometimes be difficult to make a sow's ear into a silk purse, or – in our world – to make a nearly identical airplane seem revolutionarily better than the one before it.
Aboard the B737-800s, travelers can experience different light-emitting diode (LED) color schemes for soft blue skies and brighter sunsets, with the ceiling's shape, color and texture are all matched to a sky feeling.
The aircraft also gives travelers a more open and spacious seating experience with its curved cabin, coved lighting and oversized windows.
But, really : A sky feeling? Soft blue skies and bright sunsets – inside the plane, not outside? Yeah, sure, right.
And, ummm, just how much is its high degree of economy? Oh, the article explains it is a massive 1% better than the previous generation of 737.
To be fair, several other airlines have repeated and even amplified the claims of airplane manufacturers about the seemingly magical powers of in-cabin LED lighting. It is also said to help you sleep better (please tell me how the type of light you turn off impacts on your sleep – surely all lights are the same when off!) and to speed your adjustment to a new time zone at your destination.


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A E N Murray is a Toronto-based illustrator and zine-maker, who draws cute things and thinks you're pretty swell!
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A E N Murray is an artist and designer living in Toronto, Ontario and currently studying illustration at the Ontario College of Art and Design University.
Originally from Atlantic Canada, Murray decided to pursue an education in art and design after completing a BA in History and Political Science at Concordia University in 2013.
Murray works in a multitude of mediums, including ink, watercolour, digital painting, silkscreening and more. She is interested in the intersection between digital and analogue illustration, and what sort of mediums and styles will emerge in the discipline in the coming years.
Her outside interests include science fiction television programs, intricate floral patterns, lengthy books about Soviet history and generally silly things.


This iconic image of Diego Maradona scoring his infamous 'Hand of God' goal against England at the 1986 FIFA World Cup in Mexico was personally signed by the legendary goalscorer himself. The print was signed during two separate signing sessions then presented in Icons' distinct, sleek and stylish premium framing to create this wonderful piece of sporting memorabilia. The item comes with an official Icons.com Certificate of Authenticity, which serves as your proof that the signatures are genuine.
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To this day it remains one of the most iconic moments in FIFA World Cup history. The image of Argentine superstar Diego Maradona rising to tip the ball beyond England goalkeeper Peter Shilton in the bright Mexican sunshine at the Estadio Azteca endures as a moment of infamy for some and a moment of genius for others. It all depends on who you ask. If you ask Diego, he'll say he scored with "un poco con la cabeza de Maradona y otro poco con la mano de dios." Or, in English, "a little with the hand of Maradona and a little with the hand of God." However you judge his actions, you cannot deny the gravity of the moment. The goal, along with Maradona's less controversial but no less iconic second, secured Argentina's passage to the semi-final of a competition they would go on to win – etching El Diego's name into Argentine folklore forever.


Join us in an open space of dialogue and action aimed at devising creative responses to hate speech in our communities. We will examine what hate speech is, how it arises in our lives, and our typical responses to it. Using Theatre of the Oppressed techniques, we will engage in embodied explorations of these moments of conflict, and brainstorm new responses as individuals and as a collective group. During the workshop, safety for the community will be prioritized, and self-care techniques shared.
While this is a creative and physical practice, no experience is necessary. All are welcome but space is limited to 40 participants.
Teresa Veramendi has established herself as a theatre maker, slam poet, teaching artist, community facilitator, and administrator in higher education. Since co-founding Theatre of the Oppressed Chicago in 2012, Veramendi has facilitated over one hundred workshops on diverse topics such as education, race, intersectionality around the country. She's a graduate of the Tisch Drama Department at New York University and received her Master's degree in Performance Studies from NYU.


Chiral Systems has released secure mobile applications, allowing access to your practice diary, patient notes, history, images and chart. Changes to the diary will be notified instantly, putting the user in full control of their diary management. Relevant forms can be filled out by the patient on a tablet and signed electronically at no additional cost.
The email integration is a very powerful way of centralising all patient communication and interaction. You can now track and record every patient email, referrer email and lab technician email directly in Chiral, without having to learn to use a new email application, as our system employs familiar methods. This way your important patient information, vital for treatment planning, is safe, and won't be lost nor neglected.
Apart from the standard use of emails, the Chiral email feature can also be used for marketing purposes, allowing for compelling and consistent messages to be sent to your database, based on your patient's' behaviour and treatment requirements. Open rates and responses can be easily monitored for further actions to be taken or to simply get an idea of your marketing ROI.
VoIP technology enables you to monitor patient enquiry conversion, while minimising costs using Chiral's new telephony integration package.
Professional VoIP PBX to reduce practice telecom costs.
Soon, Chiral will offer a further level of integration with the introduction of a bespoke online booking system. Accessible as a portal via your practice website, visitors must first identify whether they are a new or existing patient. For security, a visitor may only access the booking area once they have entered their email address. They will then be issued a forwarding link via email – this is the only way to gain access to prospective appointment data.
Having accessed the booking area, they will find an interactive calendar, populated by available appointments for each date. Patients may also choose to view appointments available with a specific practitioner, selectable from a dropdown list. Once a visitor submits their selected appointment, the practice diary is instantly updated and the appointment is made, hence there is no intermediary stage where an appointment is requested but may become unavailable by the time the receptionist is notified.
The integration of the accounting software into the practice management system is a very powerful function. Not only does it significantly reduce admin time and bookkeeping costs, it allows your accountant to extract the necessary information at the touch of a button. The integration with Xero gives you the flexibility to view the status of your business at a glance, enabling for appropriate business decisions to be made in the areas that may require your attention.


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You know. There is some argument to be had regarding the type of thing that is and is not ok for mothers to do with their kids. Should you, for instance, offer your kids alcohol as a parent, or is it better to pretend that alcohol is evil and never let them touch it? It's a weird sort of thing where it seems like it makes sense to be as obstructive as possible, taking all the bad things out of a child's life and keep all of the good things, but realizing that it comes at the risk of stunting your child's social and personal development.
With that said, I am actually twenty.
And my mom is almost fourty. Her parents had raised her with the belief that one day she would become an adult, but that this day was not today. So it was a mix of her being informed about sex and drugs and alcohol, but strictly prohibited from talking about it herself. The result was that after last night's little happenstance, she felt like she had no idea what she was supposed to do, was extremely anxious about the fact that it had happened, and also a bit nauseous since apparently she had half a bottle of wine even before she'd woken us up for dinner.
"Listen." I said, pacing riley reid in throat treatment full on zzerzcom living room, wearing only my underwear as though to add weight to what I was about to say. "Yesterday was pretty great. I understand all of the implications of last night.
Don't think that I don't." Sveta's eyes followed me, patiently listening to what I was saying. "But with those implications in mind, I still do not actually see any real moral or ethical or otherwise issue with what we did." "I'm a terrible person." mom groaned, looking out the window.
She was biting her nails and trying to keep her eyes open. "I should have put my foot down. Or closed my legs. Or something." "No, listen. Listen." It was only five in the morning and even though I had managed to sleep for something close to four hours, I felt like there was still some alcohol left in my system. "Listen. A bad person … kills people. Or steals stuff. Right?" "Right." Sveta nodded in my support. "A good person does good things." I continued, losing some confidence in my ability to conclude this train of thought.
"Right!" Sveta nodded again. "And last night was good!
I think it was good." "Oh shut up you two." mom snapped. "This can and will never happen again. We won't talk about it. This didn't happen. Do you two understand?" "That … just feels like such a waste." I said, crossing my arms across my chest. "That feels like a major step backwards. I'm not saying that we need to have joint masturbation sessions or anything, but what we had yesterday was an amazing night together. We should at least be able to talk about it." "Mind your language." mom said, but with a bit less conviction.
"I can't be the … crazy neighbourhood lady that marries her own children and lives off of their salary and you see her in the backgrounds of pictures that you take with your friends and she just creepily stalks people, rubbing sinsiyer man and girl saxx cooch on trees and lamp posts." "No, you can't." I agreed.
"But that's not what's going on either." "I think you were really nice last night." Sveta added. "It wasn't weird at all, not after the initial … you know, surprise." Mom threw her hands up in the air, but couldn't think of anything to say so she just stalked out of the room into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Sveta and I exchanged glances and shrugged. We'd have to sit that one out, it seemed. I slumped down on the couch next to Sveta. She was wearing her t-shirt and panties, but nothing else on.
"I can't sleep right now." I sighed, rubbing my eyes. "I feel like we have to deal with this today." "You were the one that said that time … something about time. How it solves problems." "Time changes perspective." I nodded. "That's true I guess. Speaking of which, what is your plan with your parents?
I never got the full story on what happened yesterday." "Yeah. I didn't want to talk about it." she nodded and looked away. "They are … they are … just so fucking difficult to talk to." I could hear the frustration in her voice. Her hands were clenched into fists and though she didn't realize it, for a split second, I saw real anger on her face. "I know that they really care about me." she said finally, looking at me. "If I didn't know that, I would have run away years ago. But they care.
They work so hard to make my life better. But everything they do is just another complication for me to deal with, you know? For instance. Two years ago, when I was graduating high-school and starting to learn some basic programing, they bought a summer house in south of Sweden.
Their idea was that it would be fun for me to relax, swim in the pool, hike in the forest. In autumn of that year, I started university and was up to my neck in work. Not even homework, just a ton of work at university. Projects that took hundreds of hours of work to complete.
Can you guess where I am going with this?" she asked, pausing for an answer. "So. I guess while you were busy working, they wanted for you to relax and send you out to the summer house?" Pbd sklavinmichaela fill up boobs overfill implants expanders guessed correctly. "Exactly. Every weekend I agreed to go with them to that fucking place on the condition that I could bring my laptop.
Every weekend we would have this war about me bringing a laptop. They don't believe that what Six story ebony me sex stories me am doing is work.
They seem to think that C and assembly are just video games. I have tried time and time again to beat into their heads that everything in the world is now run by computers, but for some bizarre, messed up reason they are convinced that it's all just science fiction." She was getting more and more heated, louder and louder the longer she spoke.
I nuzzled my face into the crevice of her neck and kissed her there. It was as though I had turned a valve to let out steam, I could feel her calm down instantly. Flipped a switch to calm the storm. "I see why it's a problem." I nodded. "Would it help if you tried to suggest things that they could do that would actually help you? Rather than just shoot down the things that they are doing already?" "Not really. Their whole issue is that they want me to be a lawyer or something like that.
A profession that they recognize. I've pointed out that even if I was to be a lawyer, I would still be using a laptop. But they do this annoying thing where they just smile and shake their head like I don't know what I'm talking about. 'Lawyers don't have to use a computer if they have a degree.'" she said that final part mockingly. "It's like they both had one wish granted to them, and what they wished for was an additional chromosome." "That's mean!" I laughed.
"I'm stealing that." "Feel free to use it." she said, but with no real humour. "But that's why I don't want to see you and your mother get into a fight over this. Don't get me wrong, last night was fucked up. But it also kind of wasn't. I can't put my finger on when exactly it all became so sexual, but it felt surprisingly natural. At least you two talk in a way I can comprehend. You're not aliens, you're just confused." "Well gee, thanks." I said sarcastically, taking the criticism on the chin.
"You know what I mean." she just waved me away. "I want things to be good between you and your mother. I don't know how I can help." "Right now, let's just not … push things. Let's stay around here, be accessible and approachable for further conversation. And let's make coffee." I got up to turn the kettle on and perform that little bit of chemistry, where I would mix coffee powder with sugar powder.
The moment when the two mixed made me feel like I was performing a science experiment. But as I got back to the couch, Sveta was already asleep. This created a dilemma. On the one hand, waking up to smell of fresh coffee is one of life's treats. It's like God was sitting one day, thinking "Their lives look miserable.
How can I up their standard of life to keep them from revolting? Hmm. Oh, I know, coffee in the morning." But on the other hand, she looked so sweet, snoozing there on the couch.
As my heart couldn't bear the thought of waking her up, I put the coffee on the kitchen bench and grabbed the covers from my bed to cover her up, keep her nice and warm. After that was done I sat down on a chair in the kitchen and surveyed the land. There were clothes more or less everywhere.
My clothes-filing system where I had dropped clothes into one pile on the floor had failed me, since that pile had somehow gotten strewn around the room. I took a sip of coffee. How had we even managed to land my bra on one of the cushions? It looked almost like someone had picked it up after the fact.
Why would someone pick my bra up? I imagined Sveta picking it up, looking around the room to check if anyone was watching and then sniffing it.
I took another sip of coffee. Although I'd never walked around the house wearing nothing but panties, it felt surprisingly comfortable and natural to me right now to sit in the kitchen, wearing next to nothing.
I lifted the warm cup of coffee up to my left nipple and felt a nice, warm feeling spread through the whole tit. It felt surprisingly good. Is there anything coffee can't do? I took a third sip. I was sitting in a kind of 'manspreading' position, leaning forward slightly with my legs apart. I hadn't planned to masturbate right now, and it didn't really feel like this was a good time for it, but as I shifted around on the chair, I felt with my soft, sensitive mound pressing against the flat shape of the chair.
Somehow having only my panties between me and the chair made it really erotic for me. Looking up at Sveta and then at mom's room's door to confirm that they weren't watching, I took my panties off completely.
I took a second to appreciate the feeling of being completely naked in the kitchen, drinking coffee. I'd never actually done this before. I looked out burning fat rubber in the hot slutty hole window, at the people well, at the one person walking around. Life was still normal, this wasn't the end of the world. Out of curiosity, I put the cup of coffee to my crotch.
The warmth of the cup made me sigh in pleasure. For a moment I just sat there, nursing the cup between my legs, slowly moving it up and down. Last night I'd had the opportunity to taste some grade-A vagina, but I hadn't tasted mine was the thought that occurred to me, as I was sitting with a warm cup of coffee pressing up against my cooch. Looking up again to make sure that no one was watching, I pick up the spoon from the cup gray gilf mom gray bushy muff inspection coffee.
Turning the spoon so that it was turned a bit like a key, I slowly pushed it into my vagina. Once it was inside, I turned it horizontally and scooped gril and boy doctor xxxx some of the juices. It would now be mixed with the taste of coffee, but as far as I was concerned, that was a major improvement anyway.
I licked the spoon. It wasn't bad. I mean, it wasn't anything amazing, but it was alright. It tasted kind of like how a vagina is supposed to taste.
I ran a finger along the labia, slowly playing with the juices that had sax storys girls and black guys produced down there. It felt really good, sending up signals of pleasure that spread through my spine.
I pressed my palm against the upper part of my crotch, massaging the general area of the clit. I was so wet at this point that even with small movement, I could still hear wet sounds coming from my vagina. Letting my thumb keep the pressure on the clit, I moved my index finger into my vagina and then rubbed with both thumb and index finger.
Though I didn't really have a set routine for how I masturbated, this method was one I would often use. There was something about one finger being on the outside and one on the inside, as they rubbed the flesh in between, that was incredibly erotic to me. My other hand played with my nipples, pinching them lightly and pressing them into my chest. It was nice to feel the warmth of my hand against my bosom and the pinching sent off tiny waves of pleasure through my body.
I added a second finger to my vagina and starter rubbing faster and harder. I hadn't sat down to drink the cup of coffee with the intention to masturbate, but there was no going back now. Like the soldiers sitting inside of the Trojan horse, I couldn't just leave. I had to finish what I'd started. My hand moved faster and with increased intensity, squelching sounds came from my vagina with every movement of my hand. I looked up to see if anyone noticed, but the apartment was quiet.
Normally I would be terrified of the idea of getting caught, but right now that same idea just made me even hornier. I didn't know, to be honest, what my mom's reaction would be if she came out of her room right now to find me masturbating, my panties on the kitchen table. But according to my horny, juvenile imagination there were a lot of good things that could end up taking place. She could come over to me and hug me from behind, her large, soft breasts pressing up against me.
She'd grab one of my tits and massage it. Her other hand would stroke my head. And my cheek. And then she would put a finger in my mouth to let me suck it. I was so incredibly close to an orgasm right now, my fingers had lost all sense of order down there and were basically going berserk on my vagina, my left hand pressing my labia as my right hand moved in and out, simulating the feeling of getting fucked. My imagination asked for a few more seconds to finish the scenario, but my vagina told it to just shut up for a second.
I bent double as I came, my body shaking with the orgasm. I lost all sense of spacial awareness and almost fell off of the chair I was sitting on as my vision went red for a few seconds. "Holy Jesus." I said, or maybe whimpered. As far as random orgasms go, this was one of the better ones. Absolutely somewhere up near the top. I looked down at myself and noticed the pool of juices on the chair. Damn it. I got up and grabbed a few tissues to wipe it off, but in the process my post-orgasm juices ran down my leg.
I quickly wiped those up too and decided that the right thing to do right now was to take a shower. As the hot water covered my skin, the warm jets stimulating my scalp, the call of duty sex sound corporal green the best sucking cock of the water loosening tension in my shoulders, the lack of sleep finally started catching up to me. I swayed in the shower much like how a tree sways in a nuclear blast, almost slipping and falling once or twice.
But I prevailed. For some reason I felt like shampoo was a terribly irritating thing to use in this moment, and so I went for regular soap to wash the key areas arm pits, bum and crotch, but let the water take care of the rest on its own. Hell, I was clean enough, right? The longer I stood in the shower the more I let my mind wander and unwrap itself. And the more it unwrapped the more anxious I became.
Shit. I fingered my mom. My girlfriend ate my mom's vagina. Shit. What did this mean for me and Sveta? Had we technically cheated on each other? Would she expect more attention from my mom in the future? Should she? And what would mom do now?
I tried picturing myself in her position and realized that I couldn't. I had no idea what she was thinking right now.
She had seen me grow from a teeny-tiny girl into the woman I am right now. I say 'woman', but that term is probably contested. The stereotype of a teenager and I am not a teenager, having finally reached my glorious twenties is that we yearn to be seen as adults. But I've never been like that. I never asked for more authority or acceptance.
I was fine, really, with being told what to do as long as what I was told made sense. I've always been fine with being the younger, less experienced person.
In a way, that made things more liberating, gave me more leeway to do whatever I wanted. If I was told to clean my room, the task itself was pretty straight forward, but the parameters were set by myself. What that meant was that I could easily just refurnish my room instead.
I could throw everything in the room out, or swap out my bed for a futon, fill my room with boxes or turn it into a painting studio. There was no real 'fail condition'. And the person who'd given cuckolder gets bbcs cum interracial and pornstars the command ie my mom would have to deal with the consequences of my actions based on her instructions to me.
So having never really seen myself as an adult beyond the biological aspects, like pubic hair and menstruation I couldn't really imagine what mom was going through right now. Was she feeling like she had been dis-empowered?
Maybe that she had somehow been cheated or tricked into engaging in sexual activity with me and Sveta? Like we had ganged up on her? I shook my head and turned off the water.
Thinking about these things in sexy doctor jane douxxx gets nailed and facialized never did any good.
With no new information I had no way to form an accurate view of the situation. In fact, the only way for me to know what she was thinking was to ask her. Bracing myself for whatever might happen in there, I put on a t-shirt and one of my long skirts. One that could be unclasped at the waist a bit like a curtain, rather than forcing me to bend over to put it on over my legs.
I knocked on mom's door and entered after a heart-beat's pause. "Oh." I stopped and looked, frozen in the doorway. "Don't worry, I'm not doing anything crazy." mom sighed, as she put a dress on the bed. "I'm off to work in one hour, I don't want to look too homeless." "Ok." I said, still working words into my mouth.
Though I'd seen quite a lot of her last night, I hadn't really seen her fully in the nude before. Well, almost fully nude she was wearing black stockings. "Wait, you're working today?" "Well, it's a monday." she said. "You have school today too, don't forget that." "That's awful." I groaned. "I'm dead tired. But I wanted to talk to you ." She stopped what she was doing and sat down on the bed.
"I know." she said. "But I don't … I feel like we don't have time for it right now." "I just need to know what you're thinking!" I said quickly. "I don't want you to go to work thinking like you'd done something bad.
But I also don't want to be sitting here, thinking that I've taken advantage of you. I don't know what you're thinking. And I need to be sure that you're not stuck in … in some kind of a negative loop." "You taking advantage of me?" she said in a surprised tone of voice. She rubbed her eyes and swept her hair back, as though to let air cool her head. "I … I have needed something. Something that could make me feel good. Being a single mom is hard. Being a single woman is hard.
I always feel like I should put you first in every situation and myself last. But … at the same time, I feel like I haven't actually changed as a person. Even though I don't sleep around with men, doesn't mean that those urges have vanished somewhere." "You know I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to be with someone." I said, just adding to the conversation.
"I know. That's why I make that choice myself." she nodded. "I don't know. Maybe I'm really stupid. But what happened yesterday was in no way your fault. I just needed it so goddamn bad that I couldn't put my foot down." "You know." I said, sitting down next to her on the bed.
Although I'd just masturbated, the heat of her naked, gorgeous body made my crotch heat up again. I decided not to ignore it for now. "I thought that as it was happening that I'd been given this amazing gift.
I couldn't believe my fortune that I would be able to do something like this with you. For years we've just been mother and daughter. Just arbitrarily aloof, never quite connecting.
But yesterday we connected. We connected so hard. I don't want us to go back to how it was. I want us to remain close. And if we get more out of it ." I took a chance and put my hand on her inner thigh. "…- then that's just great." I let my hand move up to her crotch and then back down again, slightly brushing it, not ignoring my vaginal instincts any more. And she wasn't moving away. She seemed to be so deep in thought that I wasn't sure that she even noticed my hand.
"And even if you don't want to be intimate with me, and I understand if you don't by the way, I still don't want us to go back to being just mother and daughter. I like how it is. How we can talk freely now." "I mean, I thought we were pretty close before. We'd always joke and so on." she said after a while. "Yeah. I guess. But all we ever talked about was school and work. About how you and dad didn't get along.
You gotta admit, none of those three topics inspire extended discussion." I felt her thighs clench and release, but then reluctantly she put her hand on mine and moved it away from her crotch. "Then taking sex out of the equation for a second … what would you like us to carla petite bombe jacquie et michel more of?" she asked, looking at me. "Mom, I don't want this to be a chore or a check-box for you to tick off!" I said, trying to explain to her what meant.
"I just want us to have some shared interests. Clearly we have similar sexual preferences. But I don't know anything else about you because we've never taken the time to talk about it. Even though we've lived together my whole life. I think that's a bit fucked up." "Language. But I guess I see what you mean. Maybe we can talk more about this when I come back home from work?" she asked.
"I really need to get ready." "Ok, but mom?" "Yeah?" "I want to leave you with something nice to think of at work, alright?" "Sure.?" she said, her eyes getting suspicious.
Very slowly and carefully, maintaining eye-contact with her, I went down on my knees. She still didn't seem to know what I was doing. I moved to sit right in front of her. I put my hands on her knees. I parted her knees and as I did, realization dawned on her. "Oh honey no … not now!" she whispered in a conflicted tone of voice. "Let's not right now!" "It's a present!" I whispered back. "A present for me." As her knees parted, the perfumed smell of her vagina overwhelmed my senses.
It was a powerful, warm scent that was partly her natural lubricant built from sexual excitement and partly her regular perfume that had become, to me, her trademark scent. I inhaled deeply as I moved my head in towards her vagina. My tongue reached out and licked along her labia, tasting her flesh and underneath it the surprising amount of liquid that had built up. I let my nose flick over the top of her mound, right over where her clit was hidden. Her mound was like a plump peach, it stood out as quite as quite a bulge.
For a moment I let my face get buried in it before pulling back slightly to resume licking. I let my tongue penetrate her and lick from the bottom up, putting pressure on the clitoris with every lick. Having only tasted two vaginas in my life, well three if my little tea spoon experiment earlier today counted, I didn't really know the full range of tastes on these things, but I knew that what I had tasted so far wasn't bad. But it also wasn't amazing. The erotic feeling of eating a vagina was what really made the experience worth while.
Knowing that I was bringing pleasure to someone else was a fantastic experience in and of itself. But tastes were those of vaginas, there's no getting around that fact. I felt mom put her hands on top of my head, and though she gently gripped my hair, she didn't put any additional pressure. Playing along, I moved my head deeper in, adding more force, more pressure. Letting my tongue go as far in as it could, essentially using my tongue as a cock, moving it in and out, focusing on as much positive friction as possible, focusing on adding pressure to her clit.
"Oooh yes." I heard from above me, a moan of pleasure. "Can you move up and down a bit more?" I was happy to comply, moving my face up and down, letting the tip of my nose rub lightly against her slit. Up and down, creating even more pleasurable friction, spreading the juices across my face. Though I slightly regretted taking a shower before doing this, I also felt like this was 15 inch cock blacked negrfantastik fuckcing hundred percent worth it.
My mom's thighs clenched, holding my head in place, keeping me there to make sure that I wouldn't pull out, not that I'd dream of it, and she hunched over, the tips of her breasts resting on the top of my head as she moaned under her breath, breathing heavily.
As her orgasm passed, her leg muscles trembled, clenching and releasing, before she completely relaxed and threw herself back on the bed. "Oh my god yes." she whispered.
"I don't know how to feel, I can't deal with this right now." "But was it good, did you like it?" I asked. After all, my goal had been to give her something nice to think about. "It was the best. But I don't know if I should like it." "Well … like it for now and we can talk more later, ok?" "Fine. I really need to get dressed." she said anxiously, looking around the bed for her clothes. "Damn it, I'm all wet now down there." I picked up a towel that was hanging in her wardrobe and, placing one hand on her shoulder, used my other hand to wipe her between the legs.
Carefully, gently making sure to get as much of the human juices as possible. "Well thanks sweetie." she said, raising one eyebrow. "No problem." I responded, sitting down on a chair to wait for her to get dressed.
"I have a new group of interns coming in today. Going to have to show them the ropes of the hospital. You've no idea how much I hate interns." she shook her head, as she was fixing her hair back into a prim state. "Why?" I asked, curious. "It's just that they are so needy, you know? The problem is that in theory, the best way for them to learn is to let them work on their own, taking instructions but not direct micromanagement. But with the bureaucratic shitholes that all hospitals have become, I have no idea which of the students are actually trying to become professionals, and which ones started studying liberal arts and ended up somehow in a hospital.
The bar used to be higher. So was the pay. Now they push anyone and anything into the job, in future possibilites of teen dna cloning are amazing for not raising any wages ever.
They can get fucked for all I care." "Language." I said, smiling. "English." she replied. "Aren't you going to get ready for school?" "I don't have to go until nine.
Although Sveta is probably starting earlier than me." I jumped as mom slapped her face with her hand so hard that I was sure it would leave a mark.
"Shit. Sveta. What is she going to bad girl teen busted by her teacher of me now!?" "Relax. She thinks you're the bee's knees." I tried to calm her. "I think you're great miss." we both turned to face the small voice from the doorway. "I just don't want to cause any problems. I … heard noises from this room, so I came to investigate. I'm sorry." "No, it's fine!" I said. "Come here." I beckoned her over to me.
"Confirm that she's the bee's knees." "She is." Sveta nodded, confirming. "You're sweet Svetlana. Really. I wish you hadn't gotten caught up in this mess." Sveta bit her lip but didn't say anything. I looked at her questioningly but she remained silent as we both watch mom get dressed.
"Come on, spit it out!" I said finally, as two minutes of silence had passed, during which Sveta seemed to struggle with something she wanted to say but couldn't. "It's just that I don't hate being caught up in this." she said finally, getting really red in the face for some reason. "I don't know what it's like for you two, but ." she breathed in deeply, trying to arrange her thoughts properly.
"-… last night was kind of a fantasy come through. Last night was something I might have dreamed about but never believed would sony liyan se xxxx videysupop. Yes, it wasn't quite like in a fantasy, but if we can do it again, I would want to be a part of it without a doubt." Mom looked at her thoughtfully, but then shook her head. Not in a 'No way, José' kind of way, but more in an amused sort of way.
"I forget that you are just kids." she smiled. "I'll think about it. I realize that it might be too late to start thinking now, but better late than never." And with a kiss on both our cheeks she left the room to make some coffee. I cleared my throat, not being able to help looking a bit embarrassed.
"So you saw me and mom just now?" I asked sheepishly. "I don't want you to feel like you're intruding or that we're pushing you away, I swear." "Well, I only saw the end." she replied, shyly. "I don't feel like you're pushing me away, not considering that you're letting me be part of this. I mean, how much closer can I get to you two?" "So ." I rubbed my tired eyes feeling like I was being given too much leeway with my own opinions. "So what it appears to be is that … and this sounds fucking odd.
But that you, me and mom are now in a relationship together. Is that … did I get that right?" "I don't know. I mean, do you want me to call her 'mom' as well?" Sveta laughed. "Or 'miss mom'?" "Her name is Ana. Well, technically her full name is Anastasia but she hates being called that because of that cartoon movie." "I liked Anastasia!" Sveta exclaimed. "What's wrong with that movie?" "Well.
It's kind of like … you know when people keep comparing you to someone entirely different? Imagine if you looked just like Anna Kendrick? And every time you met someone new they would say 'Oh boy!
You look just like Anna Kendrick!'. At first you might be flattered. But eventually you would start compiling a list of people to kill based on the frequency of their 'Anna Kendrick' comparisons." "I guess I see why that might be annoying." Sveta nodded.
"No one's ever compared me to anyone." she added, musingly. "Yeah, friend gets a nice blowjob from my wife and he fucks her doggystyle because you're one of a kind, beautiful." I said, smooth as a bar of soap on a slip and slide. She just laughed and hugged me.
As we entered the kitchen, we walked in on mom chugging her cup of coffee. A sudden realization made me look around the kitchen. I looked for the cup of coffee I'd been drinking.
It had been left half-drunk on the kitchen table. I searched for the spoon. I searched for the spoon real hard. But the only spoon I could find was the one in mom's coffee. I went instantly red and wanted to hide. Shit. I should have thrown it in the dish washer. Or put a sticky note on it. Mind you, any note I'd have put on it would have been sticky.
"Alright, bye you two. Don't forget school. Have a good day. We'll talk later." she said the last part just as she closed the door behind her. I picked up the spoon from her empty cup of coffee. I scrutinized it. I sniffed it. I couldn't tell if it was the same spoon. Shakily I put the spoon into the dish washer and turned to face Sveta. "I really don't want to go to school today." I whined. "I mean who really needs education in this day and age, with Bossy latin bitch delilah 2019 and YouTube out there?" "You're telling me you'll get better at graphical design through Google?" Sveta asked.
"Or something. Why isn't 'homeless' a viable career choice?" "Because usually being homeless isn't a choice." Sveta shrugged, sipping on her own, fresh cup of coffee. "How would you make a career out of it anyway? Panhandling?" "I don't know. I guess it's not as viable as I thought. I still would rather stay here and … you know. Get lucky." "Wow, you're really fired up today.
First you go down on you mom, now you want to go down on me?" she said, looking at me as though scrutinizing me, or maybe my intentions. "Or something. Although we have a few hours left before we have to leave, I actually kind of feel like we should try and sleep the remaining time away." "I actually agree with that. And the dark circles around your eyes look almost unnatural." "Ah, don't worry. You'll get used to them." I waved her away and made my way towards the couch, where only twenty minutes or so ago Sveta had been sleeping.
But although I was really tired, I realized that I didn't feel like sleeping. In spite of the tiredness, I also felt like I was on fire. "I don't know what to do with myself." Sveta said, sitting down next to me. "I feel like on the one hand, I am in some sexual fantasy of mine. On the other hand I don't know what you're thinking. Does what happened yesterday and today mean that we are now just completely open about sex?" It was sweet that she felt like she had to be in any way, shape or form reserved around me.
To make it easier on her I put a hand on her thigh and kissed her. "We can do whatever you feel like whenever you feel like doing it." "Then can I do something?" she said, sounding nervous. "Sure." "I want just look at parts of you. In my imagination, the way I pick up a woman is by inviting her home. Then we start talking and she tells me about some or other problem that she has. And I tell her 'Ok. You know how I can make you feel a bit better? I could give you a massage.'" "I'd love a massage." I grinned.
"And then I slowly start rubbing all over her body, even all the secret parts, slowly getting more and more sexual." Sveta bit her lip, her hands softly rubbing my inner thighs, playing with the wetness from my vagina.
"I can dig that." I nodded. "How about we go to my room and you can make me 'feel better'?" I took off my t-shirt and laid down on my bed, face down. My breasts pressed comfortably against my chest as I rested my head on my forearms. "I seem to have this problem with my everything stemming from stress at school. Any chance you could help me out, doctor?" I asked in a playful voice, helping Sveta get going. "Well. Maybe a massage could loosen some of the tension in your muscles and help you relax and think clearer?" she asked rubbing my shoulders.
"Maybe that." I agreed. "See what you can do, doc." "Masseuses aren't doctors. Or not necessarily doctors, I think." Sveta said, her hands massaging my back in broader strokes than strictly necessary. "I don't care, doc." my body shook as Pinay pornsex scandal ate paiyut kay kuya laughed. "I just need your help." Sveta was quiet for a moment. "Would you mind being a bit more serious?" she said finally.
"Like you're not interested?
I want to try and win you over." I sat up to look at her. "You're really pushing my acting skills there." I said. "I am so wet down here." as I was talking, I grabbed her hand and pushed it down my skirt. "-… that I could cum by sneezing without expecting to." "Ok, sorry. It's just something I thought of." she quickly said, licking her fingers after having touched my wetness.
"That tastes nice." she added.
I laid back down and let a wave of calm wash over me, forcing my thoughts to stillness. I wanted Sveta to get her thing, I felt like I was being rude by not living up to her expectations. "If it's just a massage, then I guess it's ok." I said. "My shoulders and back could use some work." "No problem." Sveta said, resuming her rubbing my back muscles.
"So what in school is stressing you out?" "I kind of feel like talking about it will make me more stressed." I mumbled. "You were the one that said that talking about something, shining a light on it, makes it feel easier to deal with." Sveta pointed out. So as you might have gathered at this point, I talk a lot of life advice and philosophy.
I think that's fairly normal, most people have a philosophy in life that they want to share. The problem that I experience is that I am twenty years old, but people who should know better listen to my advice as though I read it to them from engraved stone tablets I found on top of a mountain.
And I am not always self-aware enough to tell people to be free to ignore me. I have neither the life experience nor the intellect required to give people advice. In spite of this, far too often people listen to me. "Right." I said, remembering that I did indeed tell her that. "I guess I'm stressed because it feels like graphical art is over-saturated. Everyone too dumb to go into hard sciences go into art. I worry that I will end up like one of those cartoon homeless people, walking around a high-way with a sign saying 'Will do art for food'." I expected Sveta to not have anything useful to say to this, but she surprised me.
"Yeah, there are a lot of people going into art. But there are lot of people going into programing as well. My dad deals a lot with hiring and firing personnel. I think you will like to hear what it's like. Sure, he doesn't work in art or code, but it still applies. The average person is going to be late to work fairly often, take out sick-days when they're not really sick but rather just hung-over, be lazy in their communication with their superiors or feel entitled to things outside of their employment contract.
Then there are the odd ones who treat their place of work like their own apartment. The ones who keep arguing with management on everything as though they are the ones who should be in charge. If you are as good at art as the average artist but your behaviour is above average in all the other ways, then you will be seen as more valuable beauteous gal nailed before public pornstar hardcore the average employee." "You make it sound easy." I chuckled.
"Nah, it's never easy. But you make it sound hopeless, and it's totally not." she said soothingly. "Why are your hands on my butt?" I asked suddenly, as she spread my butt-cheeks. "Oh! Uhm. There is a lot of tension here." she rubbed right in the middle at the top of my crack, scratching an itch I didn't know I had.
"I just want to help you release all tension." "Oh, ok I guess." I said doubtfully. "It feels nice, I have to admit." "Yeah, that's right. Now I'll massage your legs. Thighs and calves carry a lot of tension, especially on the upper calves and inner thighs." "Sounds nice." I said as her hands started working my feet, then slowly moving up my legs.
She spent some amount of time rubbing and kneading my calves, but I felt that she was hurrying though them to get to my thighs so that she could start working my sweet spot.
Getting into character, I decided not to let it happen just yet. "You know, if you could just rub my heels a bit. They are sore from all the walking and talking and doing stuff." As she went to work, I felt that this wasn't actually a bad idea. I'd never had my feet massaged before. I wasn't even entirely sure if my feet had ever been touched before at all, even by me. I tried to remember my "putting on socks" routine, but the only times I put socks on, or indeed removed them, was before and after sleeping, both times where I wasn't entirely cognitively present.
"How does it feel?" she asked, lifting one of my feet and massaging it with her both hands. "I feel like my foot is a hotdog." I said. She had cradled my leg between her breasts, slowly moving it up and down. Her breath on my foot felt really nice. "Now just stay there and let me release all of your stress." she said, placing my foot back on yr old dd stacey fucking at boyfriends house saggyboobs largeboobs bed and then sitting on top of it, slowly gyrating her hips, as though hoping that I wouldn't notice.
"Mmmm, that sounds like a good idea." I replied, letting it go. "What an unorthodox move to massage feet with your genitalia." "It's an ancient." she broke off with a little moan, "-… ancient, Chinese style of treating travel fatigue." "You are so full of crap!" I burst out laughing.
She joined in, grabbing both of my butt cheeks with her hands, forcefully kneading them. "And this is an ancient Egyptian technique for making it easier to pull things out of your ass, is it?" I asked, still giggling. "No, the theme today is Chinese." she laughed. "This is how you do if … you want to have an orgasm but don't want to give it away." "Subtle." I nodded. "I thought you wanted realism?" "I also want to cum." she whispered, her rubbing on my foot getting heavier and harder.
"It's quite a dilemma." I nodded, as I started to help out, moving my foot lightly between her legs, pushing up into her love triangle. It was a weird feeling. This kind of "hands free" love making, where I was face down on the bed, just casually wiggling my foot as somewhere above and behind me Sveta was gripping my butt and masturbating with my foot.
The more I moved my foot around, the strong fuck with one massive dong friction I seemed to be feeling, as though she was completely soaking through her underwear. I was dying to turn over and have a proper look, but we were in this really harmonious state that I didn't dare to break it. She didn't say anything as she came. Her breathing went into hyperventilation and she, perhaps unknowingly, pressed her head into my ass, her body arching and trembling.
"I feel so much better already, doc." I said, as she slumped right on top of me, her body covering mine. We were almost as tall, I was just slightly taller than her, but as she lay there she covered me almost perfectly. I enjoyed the feeling of her soft, warm bosom on my naked back.
The feeling of her lips, still breathing hard, on the skin of my shoulder. I wasn't in love with the smell of her breath, but my breath was nothing to write home about either so I let it go for the time being. "I want to say that I love you but I don't know if it's too early or even if it's true." she said, her mind coming back to her. "Oh it's fine." I said, my voice slightly muffled as my head was pressed into the bed by her weight. "You can love me for now and I can love you.
If we stop loving each other one day, then at least we will have loved a little." She was silent for a moment that stretched for so long that I was worried about having somehow upset her. Maybe she hadn't meant to say the world "love"? Maybe she meant something along the lines of "glove"? Like - "I want to say that I glove you"? Because she wanted us both to take up the glove wearing profession? "That is a very strange way to look at love." Sveta said, breaking apart all of my stupid thoughts.
"But for some reason, it feels so right. I've never thought about it like that, for some reason I always thought that love was … I don't know. That it was supposed to be forever maybe?" "Don't worry about it. Nothing lasts forever." I shrugged. And as she lay directly on top of me, she involuntarily shrugged as well. "Just make sure to fill up on the good stuff now and again. Like, I really want coffee again." "No, wait, don't." she quickly said.
"This is a deep, philosophical conversation about love." "Then tell me about love. What is love to you?" I decided to let her get all of her thoughts out, since she clearly had something to say about it. "Love to me is this … sort of insane, almost contrarian thing. Love is something you have in spite of everything else. When I was a girl, my dad brought home a cat, Jalal. And mom didn't like it because it was a bit … well, you know the jokes you read online about cats?
He was a lot like that. Stand-offish and extraordinarily narcissistic. But I loved him. Really, I did. I was the only one whom he listened to towards the end, would always follow me around. He liked to listen to my voice. But, if I'm honest, he was a bit of an asshole towards everyone else." As she paused for thought, I just waited, interested to see where this was going.
"He was already five or maybe older when dad brought him. Cats don't live very long, you see. He died a few years ago now. And I was really heart broken. And, in a way, that kind of sums up love. It's tangible, emotional attachment that when it's broken hurts as badly as if something physical broke. I know you are a bit emotionally detached, it must sound very silly." "I am emotionally detached?" I asked, perplexed. "I am very emotional. I am so emotional that blinking gives me mood swings.
I am so emotional that if I was the ice berg that Titanic hit, everyone would have survived but also gotten married then and there." "I don't understand the analogy." Sveta admitted, "But I was thinking more of traditional emotional responses.
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It's like you're bullet-proof with a snarky shield around you." "Ok, but let's not make this about me." I decided to turn this ship around before we went aground on shores where *my* monsters lived. "So you feel that love is that kind of traditional feeling? But I said that I was fine if you feel that you love me now. I just know that we're really fucking young. I have never even paid taxes. One day, maybe long after we've started paying taxes, it's reasonable to think that we would stop loving each other.
People change. You are not the person you were when you were five, right? Or I hope not, otherwise I should be in jail. That five year old is dead. And had she been alive, I wouldn't be banging her. As time goes on, everything changes.
The people we are right now won't exist tomorrow. And since they are different people, we can't really assume that they will love each other. We don't know those people. We just know each other.
Right now." "You're freaking me out." Sveta said, then laughed shakily. "But you love me now?" "Fuck it. Yeah, I do." I said, and turned over, with Sveta falling off of me.
"I do so much right now. It's not just the sex. It's the whole situation. It's so weird. But it's also kind of liberating. I just feel so good with you right now that yes, I love you." "What if we get hurt?" she asked. "Come on. What's the worst that could happen?"
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"No, listen. Listen." It was only five in the morning and even though I had managed to sleep for something close to four hours, I felt like there was still some alcohol left in my system. "Listen. A bad person … kills people. Or steals stuff. Right?" "Right." Sveta nodded...
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"Oh." I stopped and looked, frozen in the doorway. "Don't worry, I'm not doing anything crazy." mom sighed, as she put a dress on the bed. "I'm off to work in one hour, I don't want to look too homeless."
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"I don't know. I mean, do you want me to call her 'mom' as well?" Sveta laughed. "Or 'miss mom'?" "Her name is Ana. Well, technically her full name is Anastasia but she hates being called that because of that cartoon movie."
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Many of the artist's large-format photographs, which have been shown in galleries and museums across the globe, including the International Centre of Photography (NY) and the V&A (London), also attract significant attention at auction. Qingsong also represented China in the Venice Biennale 2013.
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This mag stays restricted full time. Thus it gets a permeant X to denote as such.
Those that hunt with an SKS don't have an issue and frankly, those that use an AK don't either since 10 round mags are easily obtained.
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