Butterfly tattoos on shoulder

I really don’t like the way my tattoo is colored >.< I want to post a picture but don’t want my artist to somehow see and get offended. They are super great, I think we just had a different vision for this one. I was going for spooky, pastel goth vibes with a lot of pink. However, the pink used looks very red in the skin (didn’t look like that in the bottle) and my artist also used a mintyish green color next to it that I’m not stoked on either. So rather than pastel goth Halloween vibes, it looks like Christmas lol. It’s a clown outfit so there’s also white (just my skin) polka dots and stripes. I was thinking of maybe just going over the colors I don’t like in black and having the white colored pink, but don’t know how well that would work. There are some black lines to show wrinkles in the fabric and I’m thinking it would look weird to cover them… I don’t know. I had a clear vision in my head and it just didn’t turn out how I wanted at all. I’ll contact my artist of course but I’d love to hear any advice first and see if there’s even anything that can be done.

I got sextorted. I just got dumped by my girlfriend and felt depressed and started snapping with this girl that dm’ed me on instagram. Long story short we started sexting and i got pressured for money. I pretended to play along with them to send the money for about 8 mins to just stall them. Called the police meanwhile. The police told me not to pay them and just block them.
I blocked them on Snapchat and instagram and made my profile private on insta. It has been around 12 hours and haven’t got any messages that I have been leaked. Seems really unlikely to leak me now since they have no way to contact me anymore, so what’s the point to leak me right? I really hope that i don’t get leaked but if I were to get leaked then I just have to own it because the pictures of me were onlyfans material haha. Just trying to make light of the situation.. what do u guys think? Did I get lucky? Or should I live with my shoulders over my head for the next months? I appreciate any comments🙏🏻

Jweig sat crosslegged outside the door to his home, his gaze fixed on the churning waves crashing against the edge of the reef. The air was heavy with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to cling to every leaf and blade of grass. Vzrim, his friend and neighbour who often worked the same fields as him, approached, a worried expression etched on his face.
"Jweig, do you feel it? Something is not right", Vzrim said, his voice laced with concern.
Jweig nodded solemnly. "Yes, Vzrim. I sense it too; the winds have been restless, and the sky wears a dark cloak. Our home is in the grip of an approaching storm."
As if on cue, the first gusts of wind began to whip through the coconut trees, rustling their fronds with an eerie whisper and howling between the exposed roots of the mangroves. The once calm sea transformed into a seething mass of frothy waves, crashing violently against the shoreline. The villagers scurried about, dashing back to the village of Pribd in an attempt to secure themselves and their families from the raging winds.
Vraiŋ, the Marvuč of the village - a role which had long since lost much of its significance on Dzoagvrin, but not here on Nyæŋpuj, emerged from his home, his aged eyes scanning the horizon. The stars had not predicted any storm of this magnitude, or at least not the ones that he read. The storm season would come much later in the cycle, so what had not been foretold here? "Vzrim, Jweig, gather the people. We must seek shelter in the sturdy buildings on higher ground. This storm will be unlike any we have seen." He was guessing, but what storm comes so early in the moon cycle? Someone must have angered their ancestors, and they were not going to calm easily.
The villagers hurried to obey, their footsteps echoing with urgency as they moved towards the granaries, which were built raised with sturdy foundations on higher ground away from the coast to avoid the effects of floods and the moist sea air, as well as Vraiŋ's stargazing room, built far inland, away from the fires of the village. Rather than getting caught in the commotion, Vzrim and Jweig lent helping hands to the elderly and the young. Panic mingled with the fear in their eyes as the wind howled and the rain started to pour, casting a veil of darkness over not just the village, but the whole island.
As they crowded in whatever stable building they could find, the villagers huddled together, seeking solace in each other's presence. The sound of thunder reverberated through the air, shaking the very foundations of their refuge. The storm unleashed its fury upon Nyæŋpuj, lashing the island with relentless force.
Hours went by as the tempest raged on. The villagers held onto hope, their spirits intertwined with resilience. Ŋwuuz, a seasoned fisherman, whispered words of encouragement, something about the strength that lay within everyone's hearts that would help them through this. Vraiŋ sounded his agreement; even if they couldn't see them, the stars would guide them through - he was, however, hoping more than reading at this point.
As if to erode what little remained of their spirit, a creaking followed by a sudden crash pierced through the deafening roar of the storm. While those who could see beyond the building they were hiding in could not see beyond the rain, the sound of falling trees was unmistakable. Even if it did play host to the sturdiest buildings, who hides out in a forest in the middle of a storm? Surely this would be the end of them all?
Amid the chaos, a peculiar calm suddenly settled upon the village. The deafening winds that had once threatened to tear everything apart seemed to subside, leaving behind a profound, almost surreal silence. The villagers exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions a mixture of relief and confusion. Surely the storm would not end this quickly?
Jweig, eager to return home, cautiously creeped out from the shelter, his eyes widening in disbelief as he witnessed the spectacle before him. The raging storm had transformed into an oasis of tranquility. Clear sky was emerging overhead, revealing a serene expanse of blue that contrasted starkly with the menacing storm clouds that had encloaked the village just a few short moments ago.
"The storm... it has calmed," Jweig called out, his voice carrying the disbelief that echoed in his heart.
Vraiŋ, who had sheltered along with Jweig in his stargazing room, turned his gaze towards Jweig with concern. "Be cautious, Jweig," he warned, his voice laced with uncertainty. "This calm may be deceiving."
Jweig, filled with relief, hubris and an overpowering eagerness to return to his home, hesitated for a moment, considering Vraiŋ's words. The sight of the clear sky above and the lull in the winds was too strong; he persuaded himself that the worst was over. He glanced back at Vraiŋ, a hopeful smile playing on his lips, and confidently declared, "I think we're safe now, Vraiŋ. I'll make my way back home."
With that, Jweig ventured out into the open, stepping cautiously onto the rain-soaked ground. The silence was almost eerie, broken only by the distant sound of crashing waves. "Do not follow him", warned Vraiŋ. "He is a foolish man". The village stood in an uneasy stillness, its inhabitants waiting for the storm's next move.
Mere minutes after Jweig had left, the ominous clouds on the horizon once again began to gather. The calm was but an illusion, and the storm was far from over. Jweig found himself trapped outside, battling against the ferocious winds and driving rain. He fought desperately to find shelter, but visibility was reduced to mere meters, and the chaos engulfed him. The villagers, mentally shielding themselves from the predicament they knew Jweig was in, they could only hope that he was safe.
Time stretched on, and the storm continued to rage, its wrath unabated. The villagers clung to hope, fearing for their lives. They exchanged worried glances, their hearts heavy with uncertainty. But with no way to venture out into the relentless weather, they could only wait and hope.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the storm began to subside. The wind gradually lost its ferocity, and the rain transformed into a gentle drizzle. As the villagers emerged from their shelters, their eyes wide with awe and disbelief at the scene before them.
The once vibrant landscape of Nyæŋpuj lay transformed. Trees lay uprooted, their branches scattered like broken dreams. Some had fallen through houses in which people were sheltering; whether any survived was yet to be told. The shoreline had shifted, eroded by the relentless assault of the waves. The mangroves, which once marked the border between land and sea, now lay isolated in the middle of a great pool, where they still stood at all. The centre of Pribd, once a bustling village, now reduced to rubble and the fields reduced to marshes. What once was fertile land on which maize, squash and beans were grown was now either churned beyond recognition by the lashing waves, or still covered under a film of saltwater.
Gyias, an young boy who han only recently begun working the fields, choked back tears as he surveyed the devastation. "Our village... Our island... It will take years to rebuild what has been lost."
Vraiŋ placed a comforting hand on Gyias' shoulder, his voice filled with determination. "We will rebuild, Gyias. We have faced hardships before, and we will overcome this too. Our ancestors survived the challenges of the land, and so shall we. They can share their experiences through the stars, and together we will come through. Yes, it will take time, but we are a resilient people, and we will overcome this. The stars will guide us to it."
His words ignited a spark of hope within the hearts of the villagers. They began to gather whatever salvageable materials they could find amidst the wreckage. With each wooden beam and every stone they cleared, their determination grew, fueled by a collective sense of unity.
Disheartened yet resolute, the villagers continued combing through what was left of their town, assessing the damage and discussing their next steps. It became clear that the village of Pribd was no longer a place where their needs could be met. The once fertile fields were now waterlogged and salty, and the proximity to the sea made it vulnerable to future storms of this magnitude. They needed a new home, a place where they could rebuild and thrive.
The villagers looked to Vraiŋ for guidance, their trust in him unwavering. Vraiŋ stepped forward with a determined look in his eyes. "My fellow Pribdpuj, we cannot remain here amidst the ruins. We must seek refuge elsewhere, away from the unforgiving coast. We need higher ground and fertile land to start anew. Let us travel west, to the hills, and find a suitable place to establish a new village!"
The residents of Pribd packed what belongings and food they could find and embarked on a journey, away from the desolation of their once vibrant home. The group of wanderers both young and old, walked through the forest to the hills, with each step distancing themselves from the coast and the harrowing memories of the storm.
As they crossed rivers and traversed dense forests, their journey tested their physical endurance and mental resilience, but their determination and their helpnessness pushed them forward. Where else could they go? As they passed though more villages ravaged by the storm, occasionally picking up survivors or food from those hit badly enough that only remnants survived, it became clear just how much devastation had been unleashed.
Each of the villagers did find one fond memory to keep on this journey, however... It was as they climbed a steep incline, they caught their first glimpse of their salvation. From the top of the hill, the villagers beheld a breathtaking sight; nestled in the valley below, a town, comparitavely untouched by the storm, awaited them. The hills lining the edge of the valley had fields carved into them, below them people scurried around, rebuilding the town as necessary.
The villagers descended into the valley, their weariness replaced by renewed hope. The sight of a functioning town provided a glimmer of what their own future could be. They approached the outskirts of the settlement, cautiously making their way down the slopes.
Curious eyes followed their every move as they entered the town. The villagers sought out the Marv, someone all people knew they could trust, hoping for guidance and assistance. Vraiŋ stepped forward, a mix of weariness and determination etched onto his face. "May I speak with your Marv", he announced.
A hush fell upon the gathered townspeople as gasps escaped their lips. Whispers of disbelief filled the air, carrying their disbelief and confusion. "They don't know?" they murmured, their voices barely audible. Eventually one woman, her face etched with sorrow, finally spoke up. "Our wise Marvupt... she perished in the great storm", she said, her voice trembling with grief.
Vraiŋ's brows furrowed with concern, his eyes scanning the crowd. "But who has succeeded her? May I speak with your new Marv?" he asked, his voice filled with urgency.
The woman's gaze met Vraiŋ's, her eyes brimming with sorrow and a glimmer of hope. "In her dying breaths, our Marvupt foretold of a successor who would come from beyond the hills," she revealed.
Vraiŋ's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening with realization. The stars had led him and his people to this town for a reason. Their destinies were woven together, the villagers needed a town more than anything, while the town needed a Marvuč more than anything. The weight of this revelation settled upon Vraiŋ, and a newfound determination was ignited within him. He would step into the role the people needed, the town would find solace in his leadership, but most of all he would be able to unite the villagers and the townspeople.
"What is the name of this town?", asked Vraiŋ, to which the woman responded "Bæn". Vraiŋ took a deep breath, his voice resonating with authority as he addressed the villagers of Bæn. "I am Vraiŋ, and I have come from beyond the hills as the successor foretold by your Marvupt. The stars have guided us to this town, and now I shall guide you through the challenges that lie ahead."
A mix of astonishment and curiosity rippled through the crowd as they absorbed Vraiŋ's words. The townspeople had been anticipating a new Marv, someone to lead them in the aftermath of the storm, but they had not expected a whole flood of people seeking refuge. Questions arose, concerns about resources and the future of their town. Shouts of "get out" echoed amongst the crowd, from people who did not want to share their already damaged food stocks with these newcomers, but Vraiŋ stood firm. He had been foretold as the leader, and he was not going to abandon his friends, his family, his people, to lead only the existing residents of Bæn.
As he settled in to his new role, Vraiŋ ordered the immediate repair of fields damaged in the storm, to be followed by construction of new fields, to feed the new arrivals. He pressed the villagers of Pribd, whom he had led to the valley and residents of Bæn alike into bands who would reshape the hillsides into fertile land. The people of Bæn, though initially taken aback by the request, as why should they construct fields for people who couldn't even settle a town in the right place, soon came to realise the necessity of this endeavour - the villagers were part of their town now whether they liked it or not; the stars had foretold it and demanded it... They didn't want to offend the ancestors of these people to the point they sent another storm! With the knowledge and experience they possessed, they set to work, gradually repairing terraces and carving new ones into the hills over the course of months.
In the town below, Vraiŋ took control of the granaries within the town, ensuring the fair distribution of food amongst newly arrived villagers and townspeople alike. While there were initial murmurs of discontent, people were having to survive on less, and food was being given to people who hadn't even planted it, however the people soon recognized the importance of a fair and organized distribution system, as it ensured that everyone was kept alive to plant next year's harvest, whether their fields remained intact or not.
As the months went by, the residents of Bæn adapted to their new reality. Reconstruction efforts progressed steadily, with each newly formed terrace a testament to their resilience and hard work. Vraiŋ oversaw the process, providing guidance and encouragement, watching the stars more carefully than ever, and trying his hardest to be a pragmatic and just leader.
Things were finally starting to look up.
TL;DR: The coastal, lowland village of Pribd on Nyæŋpuj is hit directly by an early season hurricane. The village is destroyed and its fields rendered irrepairable, so the villagers end up leaving with the intent of founding a new village inland. They instead settle in the town of Bæn, which has only been damaged, rather than destroyed, by the hurricane due to its sheltered position behind the hills on the western side of the island. It is revealed that Bæn lost their Marv (leadesoothsayer) in the storm. Before the storm, the Marv of Bæn predicted that there would be a new Marv for Bæn from afar in the near future. The Marv of Pribd recognises himself as this new Marv from afar. The story ends with the damage to Bæn slowly being repaired, and the Marv formerly of Pribd cementing his power as leader of Bæn.

After a very eventful weekend my wife and I had a conversation about me having “sex” with someone else and her having “sex” with someone else as a way to bring “spice” back into our sex life. She hasn’t done anything yet or looked but she wanted to know what I felt. She has said that she needs the butterflies back like we had when we were first together. At first I was like where is this coming from and at first I was a little apprehensive but as I think more about it I have more a growth mindset how could we navigate this? Is this something that I could handle? As I stated before I think the problem with us is not just sex but that we are not 100% connected and in tune and I think that is both of our faults. We love each other but have not prioritized our marriage for a while. With 2 kids , work, practice, stress and all the other things that life comes with it gets hard to take that time to get strong. I think that for anything like this to work that you have to be honest and forthcoming as to what the best and worst case scenarios are and how we deal with it together. I am a jealous to a point. Knowing how sensual and sexy my wife is and the things that she does sexually scares me because I know that she could easily have someone fall for her. These are questions that I have. What if the other person is sexually better than me? What if she likes his sex better than mine and doesn’t want to have sex with me anymore and only the person she is seeing because it is new and fresh? How does this work for our family and kids? What if someone finds out? What if she has a strong connection to her new partner? What level of intimacy is given? Is it just sex? Or is it a connection. Part of me thinks it’s unfair that in a marriage where there has to be work done on both ends to make sure it’s strong how can other people help the situation? Will my wife get more sex than I would? Her needs are being met but what does that do for me? I don’t have to time or access to meet someone and get them to just have sex with me where as her being a woman it’s a lot easier. Will we get divorced over this. Could you only do this one time and that’s it? I could have sex with someone else and that’s it. Can you only do it 1-2 times or is this a weekly thing? Monthly thing? Where does this leave us to connect? Is this totally off the table for me… no because we have our desires, but at what cost to us? I proposed us swinging but she would not be into that. I think it gives us the best chance because we are doing this together with people who feel the same way and prioritize their marriage first and also no 1:1 time when feelings and intimacy can develop. We can check on each other to make sure this is for us. My wife thinks I’m spiraling and my mind is racing but this is something new and I’m intrigued by it.

I had sat on the bench at half past four, and the grey sky's wind thumped my shoulder and offered me respite in the presence of overcast.
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My fingers felt the flaming warmth of summer; the coming cold of autumn, also my fingers felt, and after held nil but shots of raw margarita mix.
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I could feel the breeze in my gaze, a miracle! - For where your eyes are, so may your head be also.
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A curse, perhaps, as it were the blessing; of course, falling leaves symbolized death, as I stood near the corner of the cusp and Saratoga.
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The summer was allegorical to life; ironic, for life then was vodka shots and T.S. Eliot, lonesome late nights hovered above my scrawls.
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At last, I found a word that rhymes with 'shawl', natural, of course; I leaned out my windowsill and prayed, one day, I'd witness one thrown off.
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What I should've been isn't nearly as important as what I was - more into Dostoevsky, more into girls, more into guys, and gallon jugs of Gallo wine.
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I found myself empathizing with Tony Soprano, who came in at the end, when the best was over... Is... is the mafia analogous to my psychiatric state?
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Fine then, Prufrock, I should've been a gangster in seventies New York, a Joe Pesci wannabe with a whiff of whiskey and Tattoo™ - Only The Brave™.
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Perhaps I'll be a wiseguy, if Buddha ain't lyin'.
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Since I was a kid I've had a kind of upper back pain on a side for a few days, but it would come very infrequently, randomly. Like, months or even years without it. I always thought I'd just slept in a bad posture. It goes away after a few days and that's it, I didn't think much of it.
Well, I have that now. Upper back near the left shoulder. And when trying to close a blind while having an obstacle in front of me a few days ago it suddenly hurt me more and I realized I'd screwed it up. So, for a few days now, it's been getting worse.
So, I've stopped lifting. But, since doing nothing not only doesn't fix it but makes it worse, and I wake up in the morning in pain, I decided I'd try something crazy. I've tried lifting. And, magic, while it doesn't make the problem disappear, it eases the pain.
My conclusion is that this must be a pinched nerve, and nothing muscular. Have you experienced this?

Just like the title suggests, I’m a little concerned I’ve given myself a case of the rhabdo. I’m 34/F and fit. I train 5-6 days a week, not consistently CrossFit but varied exercise weekly. I’ve done Murph a dozen times prior over the last decade with no issue, but I have not been training butterfly pull-ups as of late (or much by way of pull-ups at all). We did Murph Saturday AM and I noticed almost immediately upon finishing pull-ups that my arms were much more fatigued than usual, very pumped out. I was able to finish the push-ups, squats and second mile, no issue. It became apparent later that day that I was going to be really sore but as the day drew on, I had a hard time lifting my arms over my head. It’s now Tues, I am still very sore, I have limited range of motion in my lats, and they’re mildly swollen. My urine (which I understand isn’t the only indicator) is normal and I don’t otherwise feel ill. I’ve never had this level of tightness/loss of range of motion post workout ever. Any suggestions would be wonderful?

I know weekend is a bit far but anyone wanna hangout or chill later today? Been bored lately and I wanna do something relaxing or something new. Kahit errands trip man 'yan, sama ako as long as we agreed to it. Badly wanna destress and unwind e.
about me:
• 8-9/10, they say • slim/normal body • 5'10" — 5'11" • fair skin complexion • has tattoos • college student • clean and vaxxed • ambivert • loves anime • into tech/crypto • from Manila
about you:
• easy on the eyes • single • clean and vaxxed • can converse sensibly • can pick u up and take u home via motorcycle hehe
hmu with your intro abt yourself if you're interested.

I love feeling very submissive in sex.
In foreplay, i will kiss his feet, his hands, lick his fingers - i find it super hot and the power play in these gestures is super arousing to me.
I love when he's (gently) choking me.
We are both dancers, and met dancing - he does this thing in foreplay sometimes which is basically holding me by my throat/ hai shoulders and leading me to kiss him in various places, the same way he leads moves when we're dancing - it's like gently forcing, indicating what to do. For those of you who dance you'll understand it is so - fuckin - hot.
I love sucking him deep from a very submissive position - typically kneeling in front of him.
I am trying to find ideas of other things to do that would appeal to this submissive component that turns me on so much - but before you suggest it, i don't want to be tied up, i love being submissive but in a very active manner if that makes sense.

Hi. Sorry if I am posting on the wrong group. But I have a slightly painful muscle knot on my right shoulder blade area. I'm looking for a spa that offers ventosa (glass cupping) massage. Can't find any updated info on the Web. Thanks in advance.

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Yeah so I come from a religious family, and I told them that I can't do it and left the church etc around 16-17.
My parents took it kinda hard but we are okay, it's just that every time something bad happens my mom will say in a sad voice "that's god because you don't follow him" or every time something good happens she will say while smiling "god still loves and cares for you".
When I'm sick or just whenever she would say annoying stuff like "you want me to pray for you" or "you should pray", or say that "my only dream is that my children will eventually come back to god". Like she's in some kind of a denial, that it's just a phase, although I said that I just don't like the people and the faith.
Also they would say that I give an example to my younger brothers (two teens around 16-17, and one is 10). Although I did very good at school and I got a good high paying job and I'm very polite and independent they of course acknowledge that but still my mom says that if I for example refuse to come to church so my mom would be sad and say that this is why my brothers also won't come. They are following their friends and are addicted to their phones and aren't listening to my parents, act not nice and aren't studying good and I feel like I also play a part in that by me starting the "movement"
Now I'm afraid on how to tell my parents I want to get a tattoo, because it's permanent and well they are very judgy and idk how they will receive it. I live alone and not depended on them so ofc I will survive, I just don't want to break my parents hurts even more, my mom already went to the hospital for blood pressure and headaches issues...
I'm not gonna be disrespectful and just put up a fact and do whatever I want or just lie/hide stuff, so advice like that isn't helpful.

My wife and I had been travelling around Europe for several weeks now, and currently we were in Spain at a popular tourist location on the coast. We had just arrived at the seaside town in the early afternoon and proceeded to check into the hostel. Frustratingly there had been a mix up, and instead of the private two-person room I thought we had reserved, we were instead booked into a four person room. They had nothing else available and given the popularity of the area we were not going to find anything better on short notice. The staff advised us that only one other guest was booked in and they were yet to arrive so we might be lucky and get the room to ourselves.
I have been married to my wife Emma for almost 8 years. Emma is a 5'2" petite brunette and despite having a petite frame, she has amazing curves, with a fantastic set of D cup breasts. My favorite part of her body however is her ass, closely followed by her hips. She works out a lot, and squats have done her wonders. It's the kind of ass that men can't help but stare at when she walks by in her yoga pants, and watching guys attempt to catch sneaky glances at her is a pleasure of mine.
The weather in Spain was sweltering so we planned to spend the afternoon at the beach. The great thing about Europe is the sexual open mindedness. The beaches are full of topless women and tiny bikinis. Em doesn't tend to wear anything too skimpy, at least not in public, but I had managed to convince her to buy a little white bikini that covered a lot less than what she would normally wear. We found our room, locked our belongings away and changed ready for the beach. Em put on her new bikini and then slipped a red loose fitting summer dress over top. As I pulled up my board shorts, I had to adjust my semi erection to get them on. I don't know what had turned me on more, my gorgeous wife's figure in her revealing bikini, or the idea of her wearing that out public.
We arrived at the beach and eventually found a spot with enough space for us to lay down our towels under partial shade.
"I'm already so hot, I'm going to jump in the water" Em said just after we set up our spot.
"No problem, I'll just wait here" I responded. As she walked down to the sea, I was hypnotized watching her barely covered ass gently bounce from side to side. I could feel the blood rushing into my crotch and had almost got it under control when Em headed back from the water, the wet cloth clinging tightly to her large jiggling tits. I glanced down and noticed the faintest outline of her pussy showing through the thin white material.
Em noticed me poring over her physique, laughed and said "I see you like my new outfit" whilst looking down at my shorts, at which moment I realized that I was so focused on Em that I had forgotten about the tent that was forming in my shorts.
A little embarrassed, I quickly rolled onto my stomach, pushing my erection out of the way. Em came over, leaned down so that her large half exposed tits were directly in front of me and gave me a lingering kiss, clearly trying to make things more awkward for me. I was surprised but excited to see how comfortable she was in this skimpy bikini.
After the beach, we went for a nice walk through a little park area not far from the beach. It was so hot that most people seemed to have gone to the beach, and there weren't many people around. It was a beautiful park, it had a lot of trees and greenery so we decided to attempt to find a nice shaded spot we could sit and relax in out of the sun. We followed a small path through some trees for a while, which opened up into a clearing with a wooden park bench. There was a large tree shading the bench so we sat down and Em grabbed out our kindles.
After 5 mins or so, Em looked over at me and smiled, then went back to reading. She placed her hand on my thigh and gently began rubbing her fingertips back and forward. There was nothing particularly sexual about it, but after watching Em so intently down at the beach I was still a little turned on. I could feel my penis begin to respond and I think Em noticed as her fingers shifted from my thigh and began rubbing gently across my shorts over my cock, often circling the tip before moving back down and up again. I was a little surprised but said nothing and simply enjoyed the attention.
I pretended to just keep reading, but Em suddenly turned to me and said, "Get it out".
I was caught off guard, "Here? "But what if someone comes?"
"We haven't seen any one since we first got here", "Besides, the whole idea is for someone to come" she laughed at her own joke, and I joined in.
Realizing my wife wanted to get me off on a park bench in a public area was extremely hot, and my cock was now rock hard. I could feel my heart racing, I nervously looked around as I slid down my shorts, allowing my cock to spring out.
Em grabbed it and started stroking up and down. I let out a satisfied sigh and slightly relaxed into the bench. I calmed down once I realized that the angle of the bench relative to the path meant that even if someone emerged, they probably would not see my cock waving about in my wife's hand.
Em glanced around, making sure no one could be heard approaching, then leaned down and took my cock in her mouth. She licked slowly around the head before getting to work. She slid her mouth up and down my shaft whilst stroking it with her hand. She stopped occasionally to give the head of my cock particular attention, kissing and licking it while staring up at me with beautiful big eyes.
After about a minute she stopped, looked up at me with her hand gripping the base of my cock and the head resting against her cheek and quietly but assertively stated "I want some fun too, you need to fuck me now".
Despite already having my cock out in public I was yet again surprised and nervously excited about what my wife was wanting to do. She then climbed up, pulled her dress up around her hips and straddled me. She was still wearing her bikini underneath.
"Are you serious?" I asked, obviously hoping she was.
"Hurry up and put your cock inside me" she whispered in my ear.
My cock sat straight up between her legs, and I reached down and slid her bikini to one side. I gently began to massage her pussy and clit and discovered she was soaking wet.
I grabbed my cock and angled it towards her. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down between her lips and she exhaled in excitement and then lowered her hips and slowly slid down the length of my cock to the base. She let out a quiet but drawn out "Ohhh fuuuck" then began rocking her hips back and forward, grinding against me with her tits wobbling in my face.
I was worried someone might accidently happen upon us but I couldn't bring myself to concentrate on anything other than my super sexy wife riding my cock in a public park.
By this stage I was ready to erupt, and it took all my will power not to come immediately. At that moment we both heard people coming up the path towards the clearing.
Em stopped, breathing heavily and said "Shit that's bad timing, I was already about to come".
"Good" was all I responded and reached between her legs.
Realizing what I was about to do Em initially tried to protest "No we should stop", but as soon as I began to rub her clit she quietly moaned "ohhh yes, OK" and began eagerly grinding against me. Within a couple of seconds, she began moaning in my ear "Oh fuck I'm about to come, don't stop".
I massaged her more vigorously and a moment later she began to tremble and came, moaning quietly in my ear. She paused breathing heavily for a moment then regained her composure and quickly slipped off my lap so that she was sitting next to me. I hastily pulled my shorts up and hid my pussy soaked erection as best as I could. Just then an older couple entered the clearing. Em was still in a state of euphoria and I was awkwardly trying to come up with something to say but I blanked and instead Em and I just looked at each other and laughed.
Once we went back to the room we realised we weren't going to enjoy the privacy we had hoped for that evening. Given the earlier events I was rather disappointed that I wouldn't have my wife alone after dinner. The four person room appeared to currently have just one other occupant, although they were not around when we arrived. We sorted our beds and replaced our belongings, preparing to head out for dinner.
I was about to go to the bathroom when Emma turned to face me "If we're lucky our new roommate will stay out late, I was planning to give you a little relief after your excitement earlier", giving me a little squeeze through my shorts.
"Even if they're here, I don't see the problem" I joked, adding "It looks like this stuff belongs to a guy, so maybe you could see if he's interested".
"Stop it" She said as she gave me a playful smack, and a smile that showed a hint of excitement mixed with uncertainty.
Although never seriously intending to actually follow through, we had discussed how much I would love to watch her come in front of me, filled with another man's cock. Emma always seemed hesitant to admit it, but I knew she liked the idea, a lot. I think she was just worried that I would be upset if I saw her with someone else, but in reality the whole idea just really excited me.
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That night we decided to go out for a nice casual dinner. Em still had on her cute little summer dress, and I switched out my singlet for a casual collared shirt. We went out for dinner at a local tapas restaurant. It was nothing too fancy but it had really good reviews.
Emma is gorgeous and I sat there amazed at how lucky I was to have such a perfect best friend; not only beautiful, but kind, smart, and funny too. We ordered a bottle of wine and chatted about our holiday and our plans for the next few days. The food was fantastic so we just kept ordering extra tapas. We ordered a second bottle of wine and were both becoming quite tipsy. After a while we talked about going back to our room to pick up where we left off in the park. Em mentioned how frustrating it was that we didn't have the room to ourselves and we discussed just simply going for a nice walk down the beach after the restaurant.
"We could always stop by the room, there may be no one in" I said cheekily.
"I thought we weren't going to worry about our roommate anyway?" Em joked.
"It wouldn't bother me, I just thought you wouldn't be comfortable involving someone else" I quietly replied with a grin.
"Well to be honest I like the idea too, as long as you're sure you would be OK with that? Em said with a surprisingly serious questioning look.
"I'm completely comfortable in our relationship and it wouldn't upset me at all" I quickly responded, trying to hide how excited I was becoming. I could feel my heart racing faster the more this conversation went on.
I couldn't believe it, despite my suspicions she had never actually admitted to sharing my fantasy. I suddenly felt nerves mixed with my excitement until it occurred to me that the likelihood of the right situation actually arising was very low.
Em gave me a seductive smile and said "Well lets go meet our new play friend".
I laughed, I knew she was mostly joking but it felt like progress towards my ultimate fantasy.
We got up to our room and quietly went in. Although it wasn't very late late, you never know what time people might head to bed as they may be getting up early to move on. We found one bed still unclaimed but the mystery roommate had arrived sometime earlier. He was laying on his bed, chilling with his computer when we arrived. He promptly sat up and smiled, looking a bit awkward. He was only wearing boxer briefs and apologized saying that it was so hot and thought he would be in bed before anyone returned. We both laughed and said that we weren't bothered at all.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Thomas" He said.
"Nice to meet you" we both replied.
Thomas was quite tall and lean, with dark hair and a friendly face. He was quite a good looking guy, and I could tell Em wasn't too upset about the appearance of our new roommate, nor that he only had underwear on.
We sat down at the table in the corner, and chatted with Thomas for a while, whom had gotten up and pulled out a chair and joined us. We discussed travel, where we had been and what our immediate plans were. At one stage Em got up to use the bathroom, and I pretended not to notice Thomas's gaze follow her as she walked across the room.
After a little longer we ended up lounging on our beds, eventually I got up "I'm going to jump in the shower, won't be too long".
"OK that'll be nice after such a long and hot day" Em replied.
I grabbed a towel and a fresh pair of underwear and headed to the bathroom. I thought about grabbing some shorts but it was so hot and Thomas was hardly going to complain so I didn't bother. I jumped in the shower then thought about my sexy wife sat in the next room with a barely clothed stranger and my cock was hard almost instantly. I began to visualize Em with Thomas, my ultimate fantasy, and it took all my will power after the days' events not to get myself off in the shower.
When I came back Em was still in conversation with Thomas. When I sat down she turned and said that a shower sounded like a good idea. She rummaged through her bag for a while and then pulled out some fresh clothes.
I noticed she grabbed a skirt to which I quietly said "you don't need to put that on"
"But the only clean panties I have are thongs" holding up a sexy small cream colored pair.
"Yeah but you're just going to take the skirt off when you get back so don't worry. It won't bother anyone in here and anyway you would be over dressed", then I grinned.
She laughed, rolled her eyes, then chucked the skirt back in the bag and headed off to the shower. I felt a burst of excitement picturing my sexy wife with her amazing ass walking back into the room in a tiny thong in front of an equally barely dressed stranger.
Em came back wearing the small sexy thong but to my surprise she also hadn't bothered to put on a bra under her little singlet. Her large tits were very obvious as they jiggled as she crossed the room. I instantly felt my boxers tighten.
I glanced over at Thomas who was pretending to busily look through his pack, but I noticed his eyes were fixated on my wife's ass in her tiny little underwear. He clearly liked what he saw.
Em had a sheepish smile and quietly whispered "I forgot to grab a bra, I hope it's not too obvious".
"It really is, but I don't think anyone in here will mind, besides your ass is distracting enough anyway" I whispered with a smile.
She looked back over at Thomas who smiled and quickly looked back down at his pack. Em had clearly caught his line of sight and looked back at me grinning. She obviously enjoyed the attention and seemed to be a little turned on.
I was slouched across the bed width-wise with my head and shoulders against the wall and my legs off the edge. Em grabbed her book and then came and curled up on her side next to me, using my chest as a pillow.
"Alright my turn" Thomas said, getting up and walking to the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
Em put down her book and began gently rubbing her hand up and down my inner thigh, I was already bulging against my boxers due to a combination of Ems lack of clothing, her excitement at the attention she was getting, and the fact that she seemed to like all of this just as much. She propped herself up on her elbows, looked around at me and slid her hand up my leg and starting rubbing my cock through my underwear.
"You poor man, you really need some release" She whispered.
She then pulled the waistband down just enough for my cock to burst out. She grabbed it and immediately slid her lips over the head. It was almost too much, I couldn't believe how close I was to coming.
Up and down her bead bobbed, and as she was side on I reached out and grabbed a handful of her stunning ass. She clearly meant for me to come as she relentlessly sucked my cock, switching between deep repetitive strokes and gently flicking her tongue across the tip of my dick.
This had only been going a minute or so when I heard the shower stop, panicking I went to pull away worried that Thomas would reappear at any moment, but Em instead reached down and fondled my balls gently whilst doubling the rate she slid her mouth up and down my cock.
I erupted, wave after wave of come shooting into the back of her throat. It took all of my will power not to cry out in pleasure. She didn't stop, just slowed down and swallowed each load that entered her mouth. Content, she stopped and let me quickly pull the waist band back over my still semi-hard penis.
She looked at me and whispered "I'm so fucking horny. You're going to need to fuck me soon".
At that moment, Thomas opened the door and wandered back in. Following suit, he had only bothered to put on a fresh pair of grey boxer briefs. He was still rubbing his hair with his towel as he wandered towards his bed, allowing for an unnoticed look at his package.
I could tell Em had taken advantage of this as her head shifted on my leg, where she had laid back down after finishing me off. I suspect that Thomas may have done that on purpose, allowing my wife to have ample chance to check out what appeared to be a rather large cock.
By all appearances we had not moved and Thomas sat down and picked up his laptop. He then grabbed out his headphones and said he was going to find something to watch.
Em had her book again, still lying on her side, and shifted her ass back towards me. I began to run my hand along the back of her thighs, she had her legs curled up with her knees partway up towards her chest.
Her panties had shifted up her ass and as I caressed the back of her thighs I occasionally ran my fingers across the lips of her pussy, finding that the material was very damp. Her breathing intensified and became shallow as she moved slightly, towards the pressure of my hand.
I gently stroked her from behind, pressing a little harder each time, and she laid there breathing hard, trying not to move too much or make too much noise. I pushed her panties to the side and slid a finger in. She wasn't just damp, she was soaking wet. She began rocking her hips slightly, like she was trying to fuck my finger, and I could tell how much she just wanted rip my cock out and mount me, regardless of who saw.
She put her book down and reached up and started stroking my cock through my boxers, which to my surprise was not far off being fully erect again already.
I stopped momentarily and whispered "Babe what are you doing, Thomas could see that".
"I don't care, I'm so fucking horny" she whispered back. "Besides he doesn't seem to mind".
I glanced over and realized Thomas was watching us over his laptop, he was obviously aware of what I had been doing to Em as his cock was similarly rock hard, clearly visible through his boxers and his hand was gently stroking across the material.
I was surprised by my reaction, I immediately became relaxed, realizing that Thomas must have decided we didn't mind being watched, and he was quite happy for us to see him watching. Thinking about all of our previous discussions, it occurred to me that my fantasy of watching my wife with another man had all of a sudden become a real possibility.
Thomas still had his headphones in so I whispered to Em "Go and give Thomas the treatment I just got, I want to watch from over here".
If she was startled by the idea, she hid it well. She stopped stroking me and turned her head and looked me in the eye.
"Really? Are you sure?"
"If you want to do it then I would love to see that" I replied.
"It sounds kind of fun right now" she smiled. "But that's all I'm going to do".
"OK then" I said as I slid my finger out of her soaking wet pussy and gave her a wee spank on the ass, indicating to get going.
She got up looked over at Thomas and took a couple of steps across to his bed, glancing briefly back at me and stopping just in front of him. As she moved towards him he placed his laptop on the bed beside him and shifted slightly. Looking very excited but also confused about why this fantastically sexy, incredibly horny married woman stood in front of him while her husband sat a few feet behind.
"Er, what's going on?" he mumbled.
"My husband thinks it's unfair you're missing out" Em said. "You should move here to the edge of the bed".
He seemed slightly unsure but shuffled forward and sat on the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the ground. His cock bulging against his boxers. Em crouched down onto her knees and reached up grabbing the waist band of his underwear before sliding them all the way down and off. His cock burst out when the resistance of the material was suddenly removed. Em was briefly still and although I was looking at the back of her head, I knew she was taking a moment to admire what she was looking at.
His cock was big, probably an inch or 2 longer than mine and it also had a lot of girth. Where my cock would be considered a decent size, Thomas's was big, and the idea of my wife sucking on a big fat cock right in front of me was overwhelmingly hot.
Em plunged downwards and her head slowly began moving up and down. Thomas leaned back on his elbows, looked upwards and groaned as my wife's tongue massaged the tip of his big cock. Then she slid her lips further and further down his shaft as she bobbed up and down. I got up, slid off my own boxer briefs and moved to a far end of the bed to get more of a side on view. I didn't see the point in keeping my cock hidden away, not that it was hidden.
I couldn't believe how hard it was or how horny I was given that I had been drained only 10 or 15 mins earlier. I began slowly stroking my own shaft watching my wife's display. Em kept at it, on her knees with one arm resting on the bed next to Thomas, the other hand sliding up and down his shaft in time with the motion of her glistening lips stroking gently up and down his cock. There was an occasional muffled moan of enjoyment from Em as she relentlessly worked her tongue back and forth, pausing sometimes to lick the underside of the shaft or gently suck on his balls. She was not moving quickly like she had done with me, clearly wanting to draw this out for as long as Thomas could last.
I sat there, soaking it in whilst stroking my own cock. Ems ass and hips swayed back and forward slightly as she moved up and down with the length of his shaft in her mouth. I looked at her pussy, the outline of which was visible from behind as she was bent over in doggy position. She was still wearing her cream panties, which were now clearly soaked through.
I stood up, moved behind Em and knelt directly behind her. The carpet was soft under my knees and I gave her ass a gentle spank then reached forward and gently grabbed hold of the waist of her panties on each side of her hips. Her only response was to slightly lift her knees up indicating she was happy for me to take them off.
I peeled them down, watching them stick slightly to her wet pussy and felt my throbbing cock twitch with excitement when I saw how soppy, wet, and swollen her pussy was. I had never seen it look so ready to be fucked. I pressed up against her ass and rubbed my cock back and forward against her lips, her juice spreading along my length as I repeatedly brushed against her clit. She trembled slightly and kept slowly stroking Thomas's cock.
I grabbed hold of her hips, slid back along her and then plunged in, all the way to the end. Every inch of my cock pressed firmly inside her soaking wet pussy. She cried out in pleasure and briefly forgot about the big cock resting against her lips as I began slowly but firmly thrusting in and out of her from behind, my balls lightly slapping against the back of her thighs with each stroke as I filled her again and again.
She moaned every time my cock was buried to its depth and began sucking Thomas's cock again, this time with increasing speed and intensity. I continued slowly impaling her whilst listening to her moans, muffled by the large cock filling her mouth.
Thomas suddenly tensed, grabbed Ems head and groaned, hips jerking slightly as he erupted, squirting load after load into my wife's mouth. The moment Thomas had finished, Em trembled and gasped "I'm coming, FUCK I'm COMMMMIIING!" as she grasped his thighs and climaxed with her face in his lap.
I continued burying the length of my cock inside her, briefly pausing each at the end of each thrust. Em stopped trembling and I began to slow, however she started to push back on each thrust, attempting to pick up the pace. I was so close to coming, the pleasure of watching my wife come and quiver whilst sucking down the come of another man was incredible, but I wanted to keep pleasuring her as long as I could.
However, Em had become more horny than I had ever imagined. She started pushing her sexy ass back into me more aggressively, and seemed determined to speed up the rhythm.
"Don't stop, fuck me harder" she moaned and I could not help myself so I began to comply.
I glanced up and noticed that Thomas was rock hard again already and had begun rubbing his own cock as he watched. He occasionally slapped his huge dick gently against Ems face, and she seemed to be loving having a cock at each end for her enjoyment. Never would I have believed my usually quite reserved wife could be such a horny, cock hungry little slut. I can't explain how amazing it was to watch.
"Faster, fuck me faster, I'm going to come again already!" Em groaned.
I couldn't believe how turned on she was despite having just come hard on my dick. She began to tremble again and I knew she was about to orgasm. At that moment I knew what I was going to do, I wasn't certain how my next course of action would play out but I had a feeling Em wouldn't mind.
I proceeded to slow right down and withdrew my soaking, throbbing cock. She looked back at me over her shoulder, clearly frustrated "What are you doing? I was about to come!"
I smiled, "I know but I want you to suck my cock a bit first" I said as I turned and sat back on the bed behind me.
She pouted, but turned and crawled back towards me, grasped my cock and began to seductively slide her tongue around the tip. She immediately seemed to forget her frustration and vigorously began to pleasure me. Thomas was getting an eyeful of my insanely horny bent over wife and had picked up the pace stroking himself.
I looked down at my beautiful wife and whispered "Maybe Thomas could have a turn now?" She paused slightly for a moment with my cock still in her mouth, smiled slightly and excitedly nodded before continuing to blow me.
I looked up at Thomas, we made eye contact and I gestured with a nod down at my wife's sexy ass swaying invitingly in front of him. He raised his eyebrows questioningly, pointed to his big hard cock and then towards my wife's swollen pussy. I couldn't believe this was about to happen, I smiled and nodded as calmly as I could.
He got up, moved behind Em and knelt down. He cautiously placed his hands on her ass and stroked down her thighs to which she responded with an obvious moan of pleasure at the touch. This seemed to spur Thomas on, he slid his hand between her legs and based on the pleasurable groans from Em, immediately began to rub her pussy.
He maneuvered right up to Em's ass and slid his cock between her legs, and began to rub back and forth along her clit. She gasped slightly and turned briefly to look at Thomas behind her, who was ready to take her doggy-style. She then looked back up at me, excited but unsure, clearly worried about how I felt about this. I had an excited smile on my face and she relaxed.
"Are you sure?" she mouthed silently, doing her best not to moan as Thomas rubbed his fat cock up and down against her swollen clit.
"Fuck yes" I half whispered, loud enough that Thomas knew he was good to go.
Em had already begun moving in response to his cock, grinding her clit along his shaft and was clearly enjoying it.
Thomas took that as his cue, grabbing Ems hip with one hand and with the other he slowly guided his big fat cock towards the sopping wet pussy of my wife. He gently rubbed the bulbous purple head around the her swollen, soaking red lips, lathering his cock in her juice. He pushed forwards slowly to begin with, slightly stretching her open as he slid all 8 or 9 inches inside her.
Her pussy was so wet that Thomas was able to ram his entire meaty cock into her tight stretched pussy in one smooth movement until he had impaled her, with his pelvis nuzzled into her ass.
I couldn't believe her tight little pussy had swallowed his entire big throbbing cock in one go. Ems mouth fell open and she let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a grunt, immense pleasure visible on her face.
"Fuck that feels good, oh my god" she mumbled, so distracted by pleasure that she seemed unable to properly speak.
Thomas then began slowly stroking his cock back and forward, while my wife moaned louder and louder. She began to try and suck my cock again, which was already seeping pre-come just in my excitement from what I was witnessing, but she was too distracted. Her head was bobbing and lolling around in my lap as she moaned more than I had ever heard. She seemed to lose control, overwhelmed with bliss.
All of a sudden she convulsed, her finger nails digging into my thighs. "Oh my god, fuck, I'm coming already, I'm coming so hard!" she cried out. "Fuck that's so good".
She heaved with each wave of pleasure, but Thomas just kept pumping away, picking up the pace instead of slowing, with the sound of his balls slapping against my wife's thighs getting faster and louder. Em had finished her orgasm but seemed as horny as ever and began panting as Thomas relentlessly impaled my wife over and over with his big cock.
My own cock waved and bumped against my gasping and groaning wife's face, completely forgotten as she neared climax yet again. I was so turned on that the pre-come was leaking from the tip with nothing but the slight contact against Ems cheek as she was being pounded. Luckily Em was too preoccupied to even notice it since I would have exploded instantly if she had grabbed it.
In between moans of ecstasy Em cried "Oh my god your huge cock feels SO GOOD". Thomas continued to impale my wife, burying his big fat cock over and over in my wife's tight little pussy like a machine.
"Don't stop...oohhh...I want your massive cock...ohhhh... to fill me with come! Oohhh yes...oh yes!"
At the moment she said come, Thomas grunted with exertion.
"Fuck yeah, I'm filling your pussy" he groaned, with every thrust of his big cock pumping come deep inside my wife.
"Yes, yes, YES...fill me with your MASSIVE COCK!" Em moaned as she came and convulsed like I had never seen before, quivering with each wave of pleasure.
It was simply too much, I grabbed my dick, stroked only a couple times and exploded, squirting come all over my wife's beautiful face.
Em collapsed next to me and Thomas fell backwards on his bed; those two panting with exertion, and me breathing heavily. My testicles ached, having never been emptied so much in such a short period of time.
My beautiful wife was covered in come, mine was dripping off her face and Thomas's leaking out of her red swollen pussy, but she was too satisfied to care.
She shook slightly and lay there still breathing heavily, satisfied beyond anything she had experienced before.
She picked up my underwear, wiped the come from her face then curled up naked against me in our bed. I cuddled her tightly, and despite my wife's pussy being filled with another mans come, I had never felt more intimately connected with her.
Em briefly went to the bathroom to clean up then returned and curled up against me, we were both exhausted and fell asleep moments later.
The next morning Thomas had already left before we awoke. It must have been a combination of him sneaking out and all the wine the previous night that we hadn't noticed him leave. We laid in bed for a while with Em as the little spoon.
"Well last night was fun" Em said sheepishly.
I laughed "Yeah sure was, I'm glad you had a good time".
I was running my hand across Em's hip and thigh while we laid there. I knew she was thinking about last night and could no doubt feel my erection pressed against her bum.
I slid my hand between her legs and found her very wet. I rolled her onto her back and moved down to her pussy and gave it a kiss.
"Maybe we should book four person rooms for all our holidays from now on" I said.
Em just nodded eagerly and laid back thinking about the night before as my tongue began to massage her swollen clit.
copied from Literotica

I just want to vent and rant a bit about my unpleasant but, sadly, common experience as a woman this weekend.
Met up with some friends at a local pub to catch up and have a good time. Some food and drinks and dancing, tried my first and last vape for the sake of it, ha. Having a great time all round.
The man who brought our food over knew two of my friends as they were regulars but I hadn’t been to this pub much. He said hello and started complimenting me. I thanked him and didn’t say much at all. But he was very much interested in me. Hard to describe, but you know the smile and lingering eyes? Not looking at anyone else much and sat smiling at you for just a tad too long? I said this to the friends that knew him. They joked that I had pulled and said he is a really sweet guy but to ignore him and we moved on.
He came to clear our plates later and he said to me that he had told his coworkers in the back that there was a gorgeous lady on table 4 with a stunning smile. I just akwardly laughed and my friend said too right, she is gorgeous! He then said that he told the other staff he would be the luckiest man to have someone like me and wouldn’t be able to resist me…… And when I handed him my plate as he was clearing them, he sort of stroked his hand over mine before grabbing the plate.
So night goes on. Couple of men ask me how my night is and who I am with at the bar. All fine. Nothing pushy. Back at a table we are getting a bit merry and a bloke decides to join us i.e. gate crash our fun and relentlessly flirt. Takes off his shirt to show us his cheap tattoos. Woos us with his prowess of having three children with three different women. Jokingly asks if our one male friend is our pimp and asks him how to set the gang bang up. Just crass and relentless.
So we decide we are done for the night and say as much. We wait outside for our rides and the man who brought our food had finished his shift early and grabbed a beer to join us. Found us outside and said as much, asking if I was really leaving and making a terrible show of guilting me about it. Saying he had told the other staff he was joining me for a date. Trying to stand shoulder to shoulder every time I moved to a different friend to chat. One friend even said I was taken but I don’t even think he heard it. I said to my friend very pointedly that I was meeting my boyfriend after this and he didn’t seem to hear it.
Finally on my way to leave I went to hug a friend and say goodbye. Before I could hug her he is asking “oh! Hold on! Can I get a hug? Where is my hug?” As he spreads his arms and pushes in front of me. I say “woah, hey. Let me hug my friend”. He wraps his arm around my neck, pulls mmy head down to his chest and kisses the top of my head saying “I will miss you so much. We’ll keep in touch my darling, yeah? We’ll keep in touch?”.
Yuck! I was a bit too out of it to comprehend/care at the time. I guess I just hadn’t experienced this in a while so forgot how disgusting it feels being treated like a commodity. Like I don’t have a say in the matter of my being touched! I am a 29 year old woman being hit on by a young employee who within 5 minutes total of knowing me and nothing said by me except polite thanks decided that it was perfectly okay to put his hands and lips on me! I just feel so bloody frustrated about it all!
And the friend group has invited me back as it is their cheap cheerful and local. But I will not be polite if I see the guy next time.

Ok. So this is a long story, and I realize that I'm not without blame in all of this, but I'd like some honest opinions on how to move forward. I was in a bad relationship for 7 years prior to this. About a year ago I broke up with my bf due to issues involving another woman. After the fact we had decided to work on things as far as coparenting goes, but I was happier with the arrangement than he was. One day when I dropped the boys off at their dad's house I got bored and lonely and made my way to a local bar, just a block away. Once there I quickly starred talking to a coworker from a new job I had started, but after three drinks my night went blank. There was nothing until I woke up at my mom's the next morning. From her account I had too much and a few coworkers called her to pick me up before the police could take me in. Apparently I was "delightful." Anyway, after this night I was approached repeatedly by three guys I knew from work in every facet of my life. It got bad enough that I quit my job and stopped going out because I knew that they'd be watching me. I confided in my ex about all of this and in response he promised to get ahold of an old friend with connections to the underworld. He told me that his friend had agreed to look into it and I was contacted about the issue. Over the last several months I've helped drive away one of the guts, but the others still remain and one is my neighbor. The issue I'm dealing with, however, is that about a week ago I found out that the friend was never contacted and my ex has been pretending to be him this whole time. He's used this fake identity to get to see parts of me I'm not comfortable showing, lied about details of a night that I can't remember, made me fall for someone who by all rights does not exist, and even killed him off just to play the shoulder to cry on. Everytime that I try to pass this situation I just think of a new way that it upsets me, yet somehow I still wonder if I can ever be strong enough to get away from this man. I don't want to deal with this shit anymore, so please give me some advice I can use to not only break free of this man, but also prevent myself from subjecting myself and my kids from ever having to deal with another man like him. I know that I need to improve as well, but for now I'm taking that one day at a time.

Ko-fi
Captain Ferguson stood upon the deck of the Starship Galactica. His hands clasped behind him, a miniature smile tilting the edge of his lips. Behind him stood several cohorts, all of them anxious for their captain because of what was coming. The meeting between Humans and the aliens of Planet C138 did not end well for humans, whatever envoy that was sent to meet with the aliens always came back mad, stripping free of their clothing, screaming and scratching at their eyes. Seven envoys had been sent and seven envoys had come back with not an ounce of their minds containing any lucidity. Record beacons that had been strapped to the envoys always came back having recorded nothing but static noise. Nobody knew why the envoys went mad but that's what Captain Ferguson's purpose was. To meet with the aliens of C138 and return as a normal man with knowledge.
It was the first envoy that was made up of only one man. Captain Ferguson deemed himself capable of undergoing any mental strain without cracking and the cohorts behind him, men and women of his army believed in him. But it wasn't just their belief that solidified his stance, the whole of planet Earth was behind him. A solitary man on a Solitary mission. He stood looking at the alien ship parallel to his own ship, he smirked at its miniature size. It's propellers that were three sizes too small. It was in that ship that the previous envoys had entered and come out mad. It was in that ship that he would enter and return with the knowledge people from Earth were so desperate to have. With an IQ nearing 200, mentality that was shark like with grit, he would persevere where others failed and would come back to a hero's welcome. Women swooning over him and men wishing they were him.
A pod ejected from the alien spaceship and made its way to the hanger bay, Captain Ferguson made an about turn and started for the hanger bay, beside him his second in command, Sergeant Esther, read to him his vitals. "Your heart rate is normal, your body is at optimal performance, your mind is functioning smoothly and all your bodily needs have been met." She blushed at the last statement, remembering how she'd catered to one of his bodily needs in his cabin.
Captain Ferguson's smile widened. "I am at optimal level, more optimal than my predecessors."
"Sir, the other envoys were at optimal level too and their minds still broke." Sergeant Esther said as they neared the hanger bay. "You have a transponder in your left pocket, if you feel yourself losing lucidity just press it and we'll come for you."
"Nonsense, I am mighty, these aliens can't affect me in any way, I represent the epitome of what human mentality entails." He leaned down and placed a kiss on Sergeant Esther's lips. "Keep the water running warm for me love, I'll be back in a moment." He made for the pod without turning back to meet the gaze of Sergeant Esther that was glued to his back.
He strapped himself into the miniature space travel device that was remotely controlled by the aliens. They usually sent larger pods to collect the envoys but this time round they'd sent a pod containing a singular seat as if they knew the envoy will be of one man. Captain Ferguson brushed this aside as just a mere coincidence. He strapped himself into the seat and watched as the hatch closed above him. The pod lifted and made its way to the alien spaceship.
As he journeyed between the two ships, he occupied his time with breathing exercises to calm his mind, beside the transponder in his pocket he also carried a plasma pistol set to mid trajectory, incase the aliens proved hostile it would be his right to defend himself. He was lost in thoughts of himself as a one man army, firing at aliens and destroying their ship when the pod landed safely in the alien ship's hanger bay. The top hatch opened and Captain Ferguson unlatched himself from his seat. He climbed free of the pod and landed on solid ground. He was about to peer around when a hand tapped his shoulder.
He turned to meet the gaze of a being whose skin was a pallid purple. His eyes were large and his irises were vertically shaped and yellow in color. He had what seemed like small tentacles lining his upper lip and two slits that passed for a nose. Its head was oval shaped and bald and its teeth were needle shaped as it broke into a wide grin. "Captain Ferguson, is it?"
Captain Ferguson fought down his brief fright at being startled by the alien that had come out of nowhere. "Uhhm Yes." He answered, unsure as to how the alien knew him.
"I'm a huge fan of your work Captain Ferguson." Answered the alien. "My name is Todd, Todd Bohely, do you remember me?"
Captain Ferguson did know a Todd Bohely, a lanky man who'd commandeered one of the training ships back at HQ. But Todd Bohely was human, not the alien standing beside him. He grinned. So this is how they bring about madness, by incepting thoughts. But the alien was no match for him. He was Captain Ferguson, leader of the starship armada. A man with a diamond mind. "I know Todd Bohely and you're not him."
The alien tilted its head back and laughed. "Right you are Captain Ferguson, right you are. My name is long, Sethamksgauwmam. Or you can call me Seth."
Captain Ferguson nodded at Seth. "Nice to meet you Seth, I come in peace."
"Of course you do." Seth answered while raising a limb that had three fingers like stubs of cigars popping out of its end. "Your predecessors came in peace too. You humans have so much in common."
"You made them go mad." Captain Ferguson said.
"Of course I did. It's my job to ensure no human makes it to my home planet."
Captain Ferguson laid a hand on his pistol holster. So that was their purpose, to ensure humans don't land on their planet. They drew the first gun and shot the first bullet of madness, I won't have the same bullet hit me.
"Hey, remember that time we went to the Grand Canyon," Seth started. "Remember the bird nest we found with the three eggs within them? We wondered for days what bird laid those blue eggs."
Captain Ferguson recalled the trip to the Grand Canyon that he'd gone on with Todd, his friend from HQ. They'd found the bird nest tucked deep within a rock cliff's edge. The eggs had been white, or had they been blue? He wasn't sure anymore. He opened his mouth to speak but Seth continued. "It was a shame what Sarah did to those eggs, hurling rocks at them, would you imagine that? Hurling rocks at something as delicate as eggs."
Captain Ferguson clenched his hands into fists, they shook with rage at the memory of what Sarah did and the laugh that emanated from her mouth as the shells cracked. Wait, wasn't I with Todd? Who's Sarah? He shook his head from side to side. Then he smiled. "I've never been to the Grand Canyon, I never found eggs, I have never been with anyone named Sarah."
"Of course you have. Sarah is Todd's wife." Seth continued.
"No. Your putting memories in my mind, things that don't exist." Captain Ferguson stood straighter, his chest pumping upwards with pride. "You won't make me mad, I have a diamond mind."
"Of course you do, you're also compassionate Fergie." Seth said. "Fergie. Didn't your mom used to call you that? It's a shame what happened to her."
Captain Ferguson had a brief flashback of him coming home early from soccer practice to find his mother lying prostrate on the kitchen floor, blood flowing in rivulets all around her, knife in hand and deep gashes studded upon her wrists.
"She did that because of you, you know, you were always so headstrong, a single mother couldn't handle the burden of raising you, she had no option." Seth said.
*Did that really happen? Did my own mom take her life? *Ferguson shook his head again, he wasn't sure. His thoughts were too scrambled.
"Remember Todd, Todd Bohely? Your child hood friend whom you used to ride dirt bikes with." Seth said.
Ferguson recalled the long bike rides he would go on with Todd Bohely, to the beach where they would go during mid noon for the sole purpose of catching the sunset during the afternoon.
Seth chuckled. "Funny guy, Todd. Thought he could swim and chase the sunset."
Ferguson recalled the way Todd ran into the waves, leaving his bike at the shore. Kicking at the water and edging further within. He'd stood at the shore, calling to him.
"It was too bad he couldn't swim."
Ferguson was no longer on the ship's hanger bay, he was by the shore, Todd's insensate body beneath him, paramedics pumping his chest and giving him mouth to mouth resuscitation. A tear trailed down Ferguson's cheek. Wait, who was Todd Bohely? He shook his head and found himself back in the hanger bay. He reached with his right hand and ejected the plasma pistol from its holster at his side, he pointed it at the alien. Seth raised both hands.
"Woah there." Seth said.
"You're doing things to me, getting into my mind and incepting thoughts that aren't real." Captain Ferguson said.
Seth chuckled and lowered his arms. "The thoughts in your head are your own, but you can shoot the thoughts that are corrupted or aren't yours free of your mind." He smiled. "Just as Sarah did when she shot those yellow bird eggs at the Grand Canyon."
Ferguson recalled how angry he had been when Sarah had shot the bird eggs with a pistol, her laugh as the eggs shattered and the york flew free of its shell. They were harmless blue eggs. Wait, were they blue eggs or white? No they were yellow..
Captain Ferguson took the barrel of the gun and placed its end to his temple, he cocked the pistol set to mid trajectory.
"Remember what your father told you before he pulled the trigger and blew his brains out?" Seth asked.
"He said 'It's the end of the road for me, but some things are necessary if you don't want to face tomorrow's dawn.'" He quoted his father, gun held to his own head.
"Do you want to face tomorrow's dawn? To see Todd chase it again into the ocean? To hear Sarah's laugh as the eggs cracked?" Seth asked.
"No." Captain Ferguson said and pulled the trigger. Blowing his brains out and collapsing on the hanger bay's floor as a corpse.
Seth stood over the insensate body of Captain Ferguson and smirked as the captain often did. "And another bites the dust." Seth said.

My grandmother has just died. My uncle has suddenly got a strong sense of justice. He is the “surviving heir”. (Legally, it’s not the case. It’s me and him).
Let’s just say we have autism in the family. I have it, my kids have it, my mother probably had it (she is deceased), and from the description of my grandfather, my grandfather probably had autism as well!
I’ve reassured him that if I sign contracts and act on my grandmother’s behalf, I am the one that shoulders, all financial responsibility and no one is coming after him.
But this is falling on deaf ears.
I suspect that it’s probably because of the death of his mother, something like this will stop masking and shock your autism into full view.
In the meantime, how do I handle this? I’m trying to be as gentle as I can.
He is in another country, really far away as well.
I am hopefully going to get solicitors involved so everything is fair and just.
Anyone got any advice? I’m UK based so it’s UK law.