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JAYmond retweeted
Flirting with your boss at a board meeting is another level of bold 🤭
I’m down for this BL series 🌈
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BLADELESS - Episode 1: "The Sword That Wouldn't Cut"*
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Rain in Kyoto. Midnight.
Every swordsman in the Empire has a Living Blade - a sword that whispers, chooses, breathes. Except Kaito.
He's standing in the dueling circle, holding nothing. Across from him, Princess Ayame Hoshino - 19, undefeated, her blade named _Kitsune_ has killed 47 men.
"Kaito the Bladeless. You came to a sword fight with empty hands. Are you mocking me?"
Kaito smiles, bleeding from his lip already. "No. I just wanted to see if the rumor was true. That your sword never misses."
Ayame draws. Kitsune screams as it leaves the sheath - white light.
She dashes. Too fast to see. In one second she's behind him, blade at his neck.
But Kitsune STOPS. One inch from his skin. Trembling.
Ayame's eyes widen. "What? Kitsune, cut!"
In his mind, Kaito hears it for the first time - not Ayame's voice, but the sword's. A girl's voice, soft: _"Don't hurt him..."_
Ayame swings again. And again. Every time, Kitsune turns itself. On the 4th swing, the sword forcibly drags Ayame's hand away and CLANGS to the ground, refusing to fight.
Silence.
Kaito kneels, picks up Kitsune. The blade purrs in his hands. He looks up at the furious Princess.
"Oh," he says. "I think your sword likes me more than you."
Ayame is red - half anger, half embarrassment. "Give her back!"
"You want her? Come take her."
He runs.
*Action chase through the rooftops.* Ayame chasing barefoot, furious, while Kitsune in Kaito's hand is giggling and deliberately giving him speed boosts, whispering "faster, faster."
She corners him on the temple roof. He finally holds Kitsune out to return.
Ayame grabs it. Kitsune instantly goes cold and silent.
Ayame freezes. "...she's never silent. What did you do to her?"
Kaito, breathing hard, so close he can feel her rain-soaked kimono: "I didn't do anything. Maybe she's just tired of being held by someone who only wants to kill."
Ayame slaps him. Hard. Then Kitsune, angry that Ayame hit Kaito, burns Ayame's own hand.
Ayame yells: "TRAITOR!"
Kaito laughs, holding his cheek: "Looks like you have two problems now, Princess. Me, and your jealous girlfriend."
That night, Ayame goes home and tries to meditate with Kitsune. For the first time in 10 years, Kitsune says one word:
_"Kaito."_
Ayame throws the sword across the room.
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Read Me....
At 24cm, I Felt More Comfortable Than Ever 🫂
I never imagined that one experience could change the way I understood my own desires. I had always been curious, but curiosity and reality are two completely different things.
That evening, I met someone who made me feel comfortable enough to let my guard down. We talked, laughed, and shared an unexpected connection. There was no pressure to pretend to be someone I wasn't. For once, I felt free to explore my feelings without judging myself.
What surprised me most wasn't just the physical attraction. It was the trust, the tenderness, and the feeling of being accepted. I discovered that comfort comes from feeling safe with someone who respects your boundaries and understands your needs.
Afterward, I couldn't stop thinking about the experience. It had awakened a curiosity I had never fully acknowledged. Part of me wondered whether I had only scratched the surface of what I wanted to discover.
I realized that exploring my sexuality wasn't something I needed to be ashamed of. What mattered was mutual consent, honest communication, and respect.
Now, whenever I think about that unforgettable evening, I smile. It taught me something important: understanding yourself is a journey, and sometimes, one experience inspires you to discover more about who you truly are. 🏳️🌈
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From one struggle to another... The torment of life keep following. Where will it end, where.
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Fùćked my best friend cause I was tired of hearing him complain
My best friend was always dating these girls much younger than him, and then would complain that he wasn’t getting any action from them. I knew the type of girls he was into weren’t exactly the outgoing, sèxually open types. They were smart, bookish, cute but not hot. They had the look of the girl in the geek-to-prom queen rom-coms, if you know what I mean. Every time it ended he’d mention how far he’d gotten with them, usually like “she only jerked me off once” or “she wouldn’t even suck it”.
One time we were getting coffee and he was downloading another handful of dates that went dry, I just asked if he wanted to have sex with me when we got to my place. He stopped mid-step “sorry, what?” he asked.
It’s just sèx, I said. If it gets you over the hump, let’s do it.
He didn’t ask any more questions and when we got to my place we took off our shoes, hung up our coats, and then I just continued to undress. I peeled off my sweater, then turned to face him in just my bra. “Well?” gesturing to him to keep up. He tore off his shirt and fumbled out of his jeans as quickly as possible. I sat on the edge of the bed and shimmied my pants off. I laid back and told him he had to make sure I cum first. I needed something out of this, and I (rightfully) assumed that since he was so pent up for so long that he wasn’t going to last long.
He kneeled down and start licking my pu§śy like it was his first meal after a famine. A bit too vigorously but I appreciated the enthusiasm. I grabbed the back of his head and told him to slow down, and we found a nice rhythm which got me warmed up nicely. Then he stood up, pointed his rock hard cock at my sopping wet pussy, and slid in firmly in a single push. He gasped louder than me and just stood there motionless for a second, fixed on the feeling of finally getting to fuck all the pent up demand out. I looked up at him and asked “You good?” He nodded silently with a goofy smile. He grabbed my waist and started fùçking me, staring straight down watching his cock piston in and out of my pussy. I could already feel him getting close and let him know I was on the pill. His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning before rolling backwards in ecstasy as he filled me with one of the biggest loads I’ve ever had. I could feel him pulsing inside for what felt like longer than he actually fùçked me for. Eventually he stepped back and a gush of cum poured out of me into the floor.
The look of relief on my friend’s face afterwards was totally worth it. I always loved helping out my friends. ❤️
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Every morning, a cleaner arrived at our office before everyone else.
She greeted every employee by name.
Most people barely looked up from their phones when she spoke.
One Monday, our CEO walked in and asked, “Has anyone seen the envelope I left in the conference room?”
Everyone started searching.
The envelope contained documents needed for a major deal.
After an hour, the cleaner walked in and placed it on his desk.
“I found it under the table on Friday. I kept it safe.”
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SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO STAY THE NIGHT.
“It's raining too heavily. You should wait a little.”
That was how it started.
She looked through the window, then back at him. “You just want me to stay.”
“Would you blame me?”
She laughed. “At least pretend to be innocent.”
He took her bag and placed it on the chair. She followed him into the living room, removed her heels and tucked her feet beneath her on the couch.
They talked for almost an hour. About work, ridiculous childhood memories, and the kind of things people only admit when they're comfortable around someone.
At some point, she caught him staring.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
He smiled. “I'm trying to remember what we were talking about.”
“Liar.”
“Terrible liar, apparently.”
She laughed and leaned back against the couch. He shifted closer, and their knees touched.
Neither moved.
When she reached for her glass, he reached for his at the same time. Their fingers brushed.
She looked at him.
“Are you always this distracting?”
“Only when I like the company.”
“And what if I said I wasn't planning to leave anytime soon?”
He set his glass down.
“I'd ask you to stop making it difficult for me to behave.”
Her smile softened. “Who asked you to behave?”
For once, he had no clever response.
She moved closer, slowly enough for him to meet her halfway. Their first kiss was tentative, almost a question. The second wasn't.
When they finally pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his.
“So,” she whispered, “is the rain still your excuse?”
He brushed his thumb across her cheek.
“No. The rain can take the night off.”
Outside, the storm continued.
Inside, neither of them remembered to check the weather again. 👀
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The moment he said, “I should probably go,” I knew neither of us was going anywhere.
He'd been standing by the door for almost ten minutes, keys in hand, looking at me like he was waiting for me to say something.
“What?” I finally asked.
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
He let out a little laugh and looked away. “Because if I tell you what I'm thinking, I'm not leaving this house tonight.”
My stomach did that annoying little flip.
“Who said you had to leave?”
He went quiet.
Then he put his keys on the table and walked back toward me.
“Don't do that,” he said.
“Do what?”
“Make it so hard for me to behave.”
I tried to laugh, but he was standing close enough that I could barely remember what I was going to say.
“So who's asking you to behave?” I whispered.
He looked at my lips, then back into my eyes.
“Are you sure you want to play this game?”
I reached for his hand. “I'm sure I don't want you talking so much.”
He smiled, shook his head, and pulled me gently into him.
The kiss that followed felt like the answer to a question we'd both been too nervous to ask all evening.
When he pulled away, he didn't say anything. He just looked at me, brushing his thumb across my cheek like he was trying to memorize the moment.
“What?” I whispered.
He smiled faintly. “I'm just wondering how someone can feel this much like home and still make my heart race like I'm seventeen.”
That did something to me no kiss could explain.
I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head against his chest. For once, neither of us tried to be funny or find the right words.
He held me a little tighter.
And standing there in the quiet, I realized the most dangerous thing about him wasn't how badly I wanted to kiss him.
It was how much I wanted the ordinary things, too. The lazy mornings, the pointless conversations, the familiar sound of his laughter in another room.
I wanted the moments nobody would ever post about.
He kissed the top of my head and whispered, “I'm glad I didn't leave.”
I closed my eyes.
“Me too.”
Because sometimes, the beginning of something beautiful isn't a grand confession or a perfect kiss.
Sometimes, it's two people standing by a door, both secretly hoping the other will find a reason to stay.❤️🔥
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The mirror ;A Must read 💋 👅
I size him up and down, a muscular build peaks through his super V neck, his tight p@nts bulge out over giant legs. “Yeah I think you are. Wanna get out of here??”
He hesitates as if he is weirded out that a girl has offered this to him so fast. “Bro I got a car out there let me take us to my place!”
I dont let him take us anywhere. I follow him to
his car and I grab the keys from him before he can enter the driver seat. I guide him into his passenger spot as I rev the nice sports car. I take the hour or so drive back to my apartment one city over. I have to go so far out to find my victims in fear someone might catch on. The last 20 minutes or so was horrific as he showers the interior of his car in vomit.
We make it to the elevator then to my door, then he collapses on my couch. Despite no visible amount of puke on himself, he still reaks. Wether he is consious for this or not it doesnt matter, in moments hes slumped in my shower and I throw him the soap.
“W-what…” he says grabbing the slippery bar. “What… am I doing with this?” Gesturing to the soap.
“Cleaning up darling, it WAS your idea. I think its so hot you wanted to clean yourself up before you…” i lean in close to his ear and whisper “fvck me senseless” i bite his lobe to seal the deal.
A shit eating grin plasters on his face as he starts to scrub the outside of his wet clothes. I figured hes going to be a minute so I head into my room and dress down to the lingerie I have hidden under my club dress. A beautiful body with BB sized br£a$ts** and an a$$ you could place a whole row of books on. I take out my camera and work on posing for it. 100s of photos taken in the matter of minutes as I pose with and without clothes on. I change into a rob and do a couple more shoots. I get closeups, wide shots, pvssy pics, up close n!pples, butt pics. A whole library collection of high definition shots of this body.
I hear the shower turn off and my heart leaps a little as I realize im not prepared anymore. I look down at the onesie that makes me look like a cow. My makeup done to have faint black spots and ultra thick amount of blush on my cheeks. The words ‘MILK ME’ is written in mascara on my perfect skin over my bre@sts. I shrug and think its going to have to be good enough.
‘Its not like he wont be turned on by this’ i think to myself.
“Woah… thats uh… stupid hot…” he says walking into the room wiping his dark shaggy hair. Hes butt a$$ n@ked now and I can see his impressive form. Not as impressive as I had thought in the club but certainly buff.
“You like baby?” I say in a soft tone.
His 6-7 inch d!ck twitches a bit as it raises even further. “Im not sure why it’s a cow but I think its really fvcking hot.” He says.
I crawl over my bed and slink off woard him. His d!ck is threatening to poke me in the eye as I come face to face with his crotch. “I can change if you dont like it…” my eyes look up at him with superb innocence as I k!ss the tip of his c0ck.
“No its fine im saying im really into it… i just was curious as to why…” i think he comtinued on for a while. His drunk mind not letting him just enjoy this 10/10 giving him expert level head. This face has a wide mouth that svcks him down with ease. I twist my hand in opposition to my face that twists the other way. I let the slide against my tongue before pulling back and then back in again. My other hand works to gently pay attention to his balls as I svck even harder. I can feel the twitch coming from his sack and I should pop off but for some deep seated reason I continue. My mission momentarily forgotten as the euphoric goal of him cumming down my throat overwhelms me. I can taste the must of his seed, the thick warmth slither down across my tongue. Im not sure if this actually works but I create a vacuum in my mouth around his penis like I was working to svck a milkshake through a tiny straw. Wether that works or doesnt, more sticky ooze jets out.
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Gilroy’s first feature since Andor, and he’s trading the usual tension for something quieter. Pascal actually learned the cello for this one of the few cases where the physical work feels earned. It’s a character study about a former prodigy stuck between session work and old family damage. Early word says the performance carries more than the script.
