Anna woke up on the floor, exhausted, and satisfied. She looked over to the corner and saw her creation. She stood up slowly, her legs still weak, and slowly shuffled over to the door. It opened up without resistance. She was glad that, as far as a test run went, it was short and effective. That she did not bite off anymore than she could chew. Based on what she felt it had to be a gradual increase in activity, if not she was not sure if she would be able to handle it. She was determined not to ruin the experiences she could have with the mass of tentacles.
We all left the concert stage with huge grins on our faces. The crowd had loved us, but that was to be expected when your boss was the celebrated Star. I should not have even been there, but her keyboardist was a friend of mine and he’d gotten sick and called in a last minute favor. I’d been happy to oblige, since I knew most of the Star’s songs anyway. At that moment, the celebrity powerhouse was standing backstage with several bigwigs who were gushing over her, just as they were paid to do. I gave high fives and handshakes to several of the band members and accepted with humbleness, their sincere compliments. Many of them headed to the green room where the post concert banquet was no doubt awaiting us.
He asked me in his most serious tone, “...how am I supposed to leave you alone if you keep fucking with me?”
The Deuce was back last night with its final season on HBO with another step into the future: New Year's Eve 1985, that is, the last day and evening of 1984. The big villain, at this point, is AIDS. Bobby's afraid he has it (he likely doesn't, at least yet). Gene seems set up to get it. And a lot of people, including Abby on the East Coast and Lori on the West Coast, aren't feeling too well.
Alright, let's just get this out of the way. I know I'm super late, so fellas, get off me, and ladies who do this, you guys get off me as well. Don't judge me.
I feel like we’re at the threshold of a new sex age. “Bare ass” with me just a second, and I’ll explain.
Lucy was a 21-year-old blond-haired, blue-eyed girl who had been engaged to be married for six months. She met Tom through another friend, and they started dating each other regularly. Finally one day he asked her marry to him and she said yes. Months of planning took place but Lucy never planned on what would happen on her big day.
Anna stood still as the tentacles reacted to her command, and slithered across the floor towards her. When they reached her, they moved up along her legs exploring her body. The sensation that coursed through her was one she had not felt yet. There was a firmness to the tentacles, and yet simultaneously, there was a soft texture to it. With each second that passed, there was another tentacle that touched her as she was slowly enveloped, almost like the tentacles were forming a cocoon. It paid particular interest in her breasts, ass, and pussy, as it ran the tip of one of its tentacles along her lips. She was getting more and more aroused by the second.
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