Happy Halloween, guys and ghouls! Today’s Shirtless Saturday is a very delectable treat for you all. It’s Manuel Martinez completely naked in the upcoming film, Estigmas. That’s right. You’ve heard it right. Manuel Martinez. Is. Not. Wearing. Anything. At. All…
And as he is truly naked, please click on to see it
Thanks to souver from Tumblr for finding this.
There’s a lovely two legged dear
with long flowing hair
that sparkles like a waterfall by day
whose bright smile
lights up the world just like the sun
whose curvaceous body
turns on the boys, makes en wild
with the forbidden desire
to get inside her pants and blouse
yet they know better
than to dare to touch the maiden
lure her behind a bush
much less trap her on the backseat
of their road machine
too scared to ask her out on a date
cause she’s the only
lovely daughter of the Wolf Man
who’ll rip off their head
break em all in half in a heartbeat
eat their liver for lunch
if they dare to touch his daughter
yep its for the best
to leave the sexy doe eyed maiden
alone unless you’ve got
a death wish best to let her pass by
admire the charms
of her curvaceous body from afar
cause it ya dare
to offend her dad by touching her
the Wolf Man is gonna
catch ya unawares one dark night
make ya wish you were
dead as he rips out your pharynx
beneath the stars
in the soft glow of the full moon
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How to Lead a Secret Life
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How to Travel Naked
Beer Alert
A Constellation of Idiots
It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted
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Rush Limbaugh
How to find a Government Job
How to make Money
It is better to Drunk than Wasted
Job Search for the Older Worker
Alternative Job Hunt
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ENEMY OF THE STATE
Let the pop-culture philosopher Dr. Phil McGraw introduce our weird news this week:
You’re an individual. That makes people nervous and it’s going to keep on making them nervous — all your life.
It’s always a good day when I don’t wake up reading about myself in the weird news section.
Even though Donna knew that it was morally wrong, though not illegal since she was over eighteen and not underage, to give her body to the brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser. But as the nineteen year old raven haired and well endowed goddess looked into the depths of Tracy’s sky blue eyes. It wasn’t very long before the teenage goddess found that she just didn’t care any longer. About the morally rightness or wrongness of engaging in sexual intercourse with the much older skirt chaser.
That afternoon Tracy had picked up Donna at her father’s youngest sisters home and took her to see a movie before taking her home. Then on the way home Tracy had pulled off the road and parked behind the middle school that Donna had attended a few years before. Where the nineteen year old raven haired and well endowed goddess and the much older brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser began making out with each other like they’d be no tomorrow.
Which of course was true as far as Donna’s and Tracy’s sexual relationship was concerned. For the very next morning was the day that Donna was supposed to leave for basic training. Since she’d decided to follow in her older brothers footsteps by joining the Air Force. So that this was the very last time that either Donna or Tracy would see each other for a very long time. Much less have another opportunity or even just a few moments of privacy to bang the living daylights out of each other.
So Donna neither objected to nor resisted the much older skirt chaser’s sexual advances, as she had in the past whenever he’d come on to her. Allowing Tracy to coax her out of the front seat of his expensive new car and onto the back seat. Where he planed on sexually conquering the curvaceous body of the nineteen year old raven haired and well endowed goddess. As well as to give Donna a going away present that she would be as unlikely to forget as her own name.
Nor did Donna attempt to stop the much older brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser when his fingers began to undress her like a Christmas or birthday present. Eagerly cooperating in her deflowering by kicking off her shoes and pulling her arms out of her blouse. After Tracy’s fingers unfastened the last button then eagerly slid the cottony fabric off the delicate curves of the nineteen year old girls shoulders.
The sight of the orbs of the nineteen year old goddess’s ripe and luscious breasts. Couldn’t help but make the brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser’s manhood even harder. As Tracy unhooked the clasp holding the cups of Donna’s bra together then slid the straps of her bra down off her arms and tossed the intimate garment aside down onto the back floorboard. After which for a long moment the much older skirt chaser cupped the firm orbs of Donna’s breasts within the palms of his hands and fondled them. Tracy’s fingers gently squeezing and massaging the flesh of the nineteen year olds mammary glands. While his thumbs gently caressed the tips of the raven haired goddess’s nipples eagerly pressing down on them as if they were buttons.
Each and every time Donna felt the thumbs of the brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser press down onto her nipples. The nineteen year old raven haired and curvaceous goddess couldn’t help but gasp as she felt herself become even wetter than she’d been before. The intimate garment of Donna’s panties becoming throughly soaked with the feminine wetness of the nineteen year old goddesses ever increasing sexual arousal.
At the same time as Tracy fondled the nineteen year old raven haired goddesses ripe and firm melon sized breasts. The much older brown haired and sky blued eyed skirt chaser pushed Donna backwards down onto the backseat. Pushing the topless goddesses legs and thighs apart even as he slipped between them and pushed the hem of Donna’s mini skirt upwards. Bunching the silky fabric up around the nineteen year old raven haired and curvaceous goddesses waist.
As she lay down on her back on top of the leather upholstery Donna shivered at first. But the coolness of the leather was unable to dampen or to even put a momentary dent in the ardor of the nineteen year olds sexual arousal. As Donna lay there watching the brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser unbutton and take off his shirt. The sight of Tracy’s well developed pecks, chest and muscles made Donna’s desire to feel his swollen manhood. Inside the warm hollow nexus and the wetness of the velvety glove of her womanhood all the more intense.
Reaching upwards Donna ran her fingertips over the curves of Tracy’s well developed and muscular chest teasing his nipples. Even as the much older brown haired and sky blued skirt chaser stopped fondling Donna’s melon sized breasts. Just long enough for him to reach down in order for his fingers to unfasten and unzip his pants. Then pulled the fabric apart as if he were peeling a large and ripe banana. Even as he pushed both his pants and boxer shorts down off the curves of his hips and legs until his pants could no longer interfere with the freedom of his movements.
A moment later Donna wrapped her arms and legs about the brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser’s neck and waist. As Tracy lay down on top of the nineteen year old and raven haired goddess he reached down to grasp within his fingers the rock hard and throbbing shaft of his cock as he mounted on top of Donna. Then shoved aside the soaking wet fabric of the intimate garment of Donna’s panties. That lay between the slit of the nineteen year old raven haired and curvaceous goddesses womanhood and the sensitive tip of his throbbing little head. Even as Tracy pressed his mouth to Donna’s eager lips in a long and passionate kiss. As the much older brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser began to rub the tip of his penis against the nineteen year old raven haired goddesses vagina.
Returning Tracy’s passionate kiss with one of her own Donna lay beneath the much older brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser. Gasping and moaning in ecstacy as Tracy gently yet vigorously rubbed the tip of his little head against the slit of her soaking wet womanhood. Every now and then inserting his little head inside the nineteen year old and raven haired goddesses vagina. Until the rock hard and throbbing shaft of Tracy’s cock was throughly coated with the slickness of the intense sexual arousal of Donna’s wetness.
“HUH!” the nineteen year old raven haired goddess suddenly cried out when Donna felt the slit of her womanhood spread open. As the entire length of the much older brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser’s throbbing masculinity slipped inside the velvety glove of Donna’s love canal. The dam holding back the most intense orgasm that the nineteen year old and raven daughter of the goddess of love above. Nearly bursting as the entire length of Tracy’s rock hard and throbbing cock slid against the nub of Donna’s clitoris sending her loins into climatic spasms.
Once the throbbing lance of his maleness was safely secured within the warm and wet depths of Donna’s hot and wet pussy. The much older brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser slid his hands beneath Donna’s tight little ass. Where Tracy’s fingers grasped tightly the firm flesh of the nineteen year old goddesses twin ovals of her buttocks that lay within the palms of his hands. In order to hold Donna in place beneath him as his hips began to rise and fall as Tracy began plowing the fertile soil of Donna’s body. As the much older brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser prepared the nineteen year olds womb for the insertion of his fertile seed.
Again and again Donna cried out as faster and faster the much older brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser pumped his hips. Tightening her arms and legs about Tracy’s body the nineteen year old raven haired and curvaceous goddess hung on for dear life. Each time the entire length of the throbbing shaft of the brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser’s rock hard cock brushed up against Donna’s clitoris. The dam holding back the most intense orgasm that nineteen year old and raven haired daughter of the goddess of love had ever experienced. Threatened to burst each and every time Tracy drove his throbbing maleness up inside the velvety glove of Donna’s love canal.
Within moments the windows of Tracy’s brand new car had fogged over making it impossible to see inside the vehicle. As it sat there behind the middle school rocking back and forth on it’s springs like a Mexican jumping bean. As the much older brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser rode the nineteen year old raven haired and curvaceous daughter of the goddess of love for all that she was worth. Until at last Tracy could hold back no longer and shouted in ecstacy when he felt his little head explode within Donna’s vagina.
This time Donna screamed in ecstacy when she felt the warmth of Tracy’s full load of warm cum splash up against the opening of her cervix. Which instantly set off a chain reaction within the nineteen year, raven haired and curvaceous daughter of the goddess of love’s own loins. The intensity of which caused the dam holding back Donna’s own orgasm to burst so that her loins began climaxing again and again.
Instead of stopping or slowing down the much older brown haired and sky blue eyed skirt chaser began pumping his hips even harder. Until Tracy was quite literally ramming the entire length of his rock hard and throbbing cock into the velvety glove Donna’s love canal. Intentionally driving the loins of the nineteen year old, raven haired and curvaceous daughter of the goddess of love into a sexual frenzy. The like of which none of Donna’s future lovers would be able to match no matter how hard they tried.
Later that night after returning home, with her parents none the wiser as to their oldest daughters sexual activities. Donna lay in her own bed for the very last time thinking about all of the things and whom she would miss the most in the upcoming months. It was only then that she realized that the intimate garment of her panties was missing and began to wonder why Tracy had taken them from her as a trophy.
As the sun sets, its silent cries
Drown in the wave’s unrelenting rumble,
And I mourn the loss of another day.
Suddenly I come upon an unfamiliar display:
A nude angel covered with long
Crimson hair, glides over the sand
Toward me. Our eyes momentarily meet,
But she quickly lowers her gaze to her feet.
My eyes slowly follow down her
Perfectly curved body, down to where
Her feet lay on top of mine. –
Our lips touch. I lose the sense of time.
Then, her foreign tongue whispers
In my ear: ” Follow the sun west,
And you will find your true love.
As for me, I must return above.”
She walks away to the hidden stairway,
As I lay still pondering the possibility
Of a dream, or a hallucination of some sort.
You would think at this point I would cavort,
But anger and regret mix and torment,
For I have lost a beauty so fair and fine
Just as I have many times before.
But no. I say, not anymore.
— NM (7.10.09)
Name: Akane Suuki (???)
Date of birth: April 2nd, 1984
Place of birth: Akita
Blood Type: B
Height: 166cm
Measurements: 88cm, 58cm, 82cm
Hobbies: Cooking, manga
Abilities: Talking, imitating anime characters
Dream: A multi-talented idol
Favorite talent: Hamasaki Ayumi
Favorite type: Someone who is kind and reliable
What does it mean to be naked?
Shed one’s clothes? or bare one’s soul?
I wonder which one’s harder! I think I always go around showing people the part of me that I want them to see.
That’s certainly true when I dress up!
But I find myself ‘dressing up’ in many areas of my life. “How much do I reveal? What can I let them know? Who do they see me as?”
Dressing up in such ways is rather disturbing. Everything I say or do is designed to conceal something else that I’m not saying or doing!
Saying how I really feel, showing who I really am, unequivocally, that’s being truly naked. To be who I am and “let the chips fall where they may” , as Anthony Hopkins put it, is where true freedom lies.
But what does being myself REALLy mean. I don’t have a handle on that yet.
I crave to know what lies within and to show it to the world. I long to make real my most outrageous ideas. I yearn to make magic with my music. I wish to dazzle all with my poetry. I have dreams to inspire people even as I seek inspiration deep within myself. What does all this require?
A great measure of courage for sure. Standing naked in the rain of public scrutiny, knowing that myself is what I started with and when all is said and done, myself is all I’ll be left with.
Should I cower down, being afraid to say or do the wrong things, make a fool of myself or should I let the rain fall?
Ah! The difficulty of being naked!
Although in the television series “Gossip Girl”, Leighton Meester plays Blair, a pretty sexually experienced teenager, in real life things are a bit different.
The actress has recently made some interesting confessions. First she talked about her first kiss, then revealed to her fans that she loves to sleep naked.
“I was 16, a guy I knew through friends from school, he was walking me home from the movies, and I honestly was so nervous and couldn’t believe I was getting my first kiss, so I don’t remember much else but turning around and running home.”
An X-ray machine which produces ”naked” images of passengers has been introduced at Manchester Airport, enabling staff to instantly spot any hidden weapons or explosives.
The full body scanner, which is being trialled, will also show up any breast enlargements, false limbs, piercings, and a clear outline of passengers’ private parts.
Some travellers might not want to be scanned because of the graphic nature of the images, bosses admit.
They can refuse to undergo the virtual strip search at Terminal 2, opting for the traditional ”pat down” search instead.
But the black and white image will only be seen by one officer in a remote location before it is deleted, Sarah Barrett, head of customer experience at the airport, said.
”Most of our customers do not like the traditional ”pat down” search, they find it too intrusive, but they still want to be kept safe.
”This scanner completely takes away the hassle of needing to undress. The images are not erotic or pornographic and they cannot be stored or captured in anyway,” she said.
The scanner, made by the firm RapiScan Systems, makes the check-in process much quicker for passengers, who will not have to remove their coats, shoes or belts.
Frequent fliers do not need to worry about radiation from the low-level X-ray, she said, and a dental X-ray transmits 20,000 times more radiation.
”Passengers can go through this machine 5,000 times a year each without worrying, it is super safe and the amount of radiation transmitted is tiny,” Ms Barrett said.
The scanners, which cost £80,000 each, were also trialled at Heathrow Airport in 2004. The Department for Transport will decide whether to install them permanently at the end of the trial, which is expected to last for a year.
Electromagnetic waves are beamed on to passengers while they stand in a booth, and a virtual three-dimensional ”naked” image is created from the reflected energy.
Security officials in the United States have pioneered their use at New York and Los Angeles airports, and they are gradually being rolled out in other airports in the country.
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Phew.
LOooong weekend. Crazy long weekend. So, probably, a very long post.
Ran invited me to run with the wolves (good god, that sounds a lot like that terrible movie – which, admittedly, I’ve never watched) this weekend.
Initially I thought he just meant Friday night, BUT this weekend was a full moon weekend, and apparently whenever that happens they all take the weekend off, and run together as a wolf Pack in the woods for however many days they can.
Anyway, I rocked up on Friday after work to the hotel. Tiny grabbed me, and pulled me aside to the bar, where Ran was chilling with the bartender, and watching us with great interest. She said that she’d just realized I hadn’t ever really played with any of the others in wolf form, and she wanted to give me a few tips, just so that there were no misunderstandings.
She said it just like that ‘misunderstandings’.
Then she went on to tell me about how in wolf form, the majority of the pack acts and thinks wolf. So they eat meat that they’ve killed, and sleep together in big puppy piles, and don’t really worry too much about social rules. Like sex in front of each other… and toilet stuff…
Generally speaking, what she was saying was a bit scary.
When I change I’m not wolfy. I’m just me. Wolfy body but human thought patterns. Mostly. I’ll admit I play a bit more, and am more interested in things that move, and I’ll eat some more questionable things (three day old spag bol – too old? Human= Yes, Wolf=NO I shall eat it, nom) but that’s about it.
I was beginning to get a bit worried. I didn’t want some guy climbing on me and raping me out in the open, or having to poop in front of wolves, or eat a bunny rabbit.
The temptation was to just shut up and nod, and not look like a dorky scaredy cat in front of Tiny and Ran (who had come to sit beside us right about the time I had started to frown and wonder what the fuck I thought I was doing.)
I decided to just be straight with her though, because, part two of the nod and smile plan was sneak out the window when no one was watching, then lock myself in the apartment for three days. That would have made me look a lot like a scaredy cat.
“Listen Tiny, I’m not really into this. Some of the stuff you’re talking about here makes me really uncomfortable.” I said, shifting a bit in my seat.
“I know, but the point wasn’t to scare you. Most wolves know how to make their wishes known, but it kinda didn’t really occur to me that you might not know the right body language. Especially since… Well I figured some of the stuff might be a bit… Triggering maybe… I know you didn’t have the easiest time of being turned.” Tiny said, looking at my scared up shoulder.
I went all stiff and felt the small hairs on the back of my neck rise up (along with a bit of temper, which I controlled in the hopes of having an adult, and informative conversation.) I’ve made it more than clear that that’s the one thing I will not under any circumstances talk about.
“Listen, Ayla, the thing is we’re going to be dealing with wolves out there. Not so much people. If you want privacy you need to let them know the way a wolf would. Ears back, and be a little threatening. If you come off as too aggressive though, some might take it as an attack. The key is to keep a close eye on the other wolves, and stay close to me and Ran.” Tiny said, obviously trying not to bomb me with too much information.
Ran moved forward in his seat. “If anyone – any of the guys – make you uncomfortable, try to herd you away from the pack, or get too close, tuck your tail down, and get as aggressive as you want though. If at any point you’re feeling unsafe then either come straight to me – not Tiny – or shift back to your other form.”
“Why you, and not Tiny?” I asked – honestly my new plan was beginning to look a lot like ‘Stay The Fuck Away From Everyone: and What The Fuck Was I Thinking.’
They exchanged a look and then Tiny spoke up “Ran’s a lot stronger than me. And the guys will understand that you’re under his protection, also I might be off with Andre – this is the first time we’ve shifted together, while we’ve been in a relationship, so we’re going to want to take some time alone together. Listen, Ayla, We’re really not trying to scare you. This isn’t likely to happen at all, we just don’t want you inadvertently ending up in a situation where you feel uncomfortable though.”
“We’ve all warned the wolves that you’re not used to this particular lifestyle, and that you’re off limits, but sometimes when we’re in a Pack and letting our wolf instincts take over it can be a bit difficult to reconcile it with human reasoning.” Ran said, and I’m almost sure he was trying to be soothing.
“Yahuh. Sure. So listen I’m thinking that perhaps this was a shitty idea. I’m not comfortable with this. I’ve spent seven or eight years now inside my house. It’s comfortable there – there’s a couch and everything…” I started.
Tiny butted in “Nope. You’re not backing out. You need to learn what it is to be a shapeshifter, and you need to learn how to let your wolf out, and be safe with others – if not with this Pack, then maybe another one later on in life. This is pretty much the safest way you can do that. Ran, or I, will be with you the whole time.”
I hesitated a bit again, thinking about my nice, soft, warm bed.
Ran leaned in closer, until his breath was touching my ear. I shivered a bit, thinking he was going to say something heartfelt, reassuring, and meaningful. (Apparently I have learnt nothing.)
“Sure you want to back out now? I never took you for a wimp.” He whispered – presumably so that Tiny wouldn’t hear and get all annoyed at him for baiting me (she’s constantly on our tails about being nice to each other. It’s like having a young, annoying mother – play nice with the boys Ayla!)
Anyway. Ran’s needling did the intended job. I slapped him away from my ear with a hand to the chest (Which, conversationally, was as hard as… well… ok, it’s a cliche, but rock, actually.)
I then stood up and announced that I was ready to go. Tiny narrowed her eyes at Ran and I, and then said “Good. You’ll have fun.” Clearly deciding not to start nagging about respecting each other now that it was working in her favor.
***
Three hours later the WHOLE FREAKING PACK and I were chilling out in a big clearing just off one of the beaten tracks in the forest. We had all parked in the driveway and garage of the forest house (which is being built by leprechauns or something, considering the speed in which it is going up!) and trekked in.
Tiny dragged me around for a bit, because EVERYONE there came up to say hi to her, and Ran. I finally got sick of her grabbing at me like a lapdog, so I went to stand off to the side of the crush of people.
Andre – very loyally – stood with me, and made introductions as people I hadn’t met came over to greet me. Thankfully they did it one at a time, as opposed to fifty at once, like they did with Ran and Tiny.
Is it weird that I remember all of their names?? I knew twenty or so from in passing around the hotel, but there were quite a few that I hadn’t met – older wolves, and a few guys especially who I thought I knew from their scents from when they were tailing me every moment of every day.
I think It’s weird. Meeting someone once, and then just instantly remembering that his name is Jim, and he’s married to a human, and they have two kids, called Stacey (19), and Colt (25), and that Colt dates Becca, who’s the daughter of Mary, who has no mate, but who’s father is Sigmond who is now mated to Dianne (who is not Mary’s birth mother.)
It’s especially weird when you take into account the fact that I’m not all that great with human names. It must be a shifter thing – my wolf is very interested in hierarchies, and families, and power. Strangely fascinated by who holds the power in each of the family lines (It’s not always the oldest male, which I would have thought!)
Finally Ran and Tiny come over and stand just a bit in front of me, but to the side, addressing the group as a whole. He introduced me, for anyone who hadn’t already met me, and then reiterated that I was a guest of the pack, and therefore SO FREAKING OFF LIMITS to being pushed around, and bullied, and treated like an available doggy treat to fight over.
(He didn’t say anything explicit, just kinda implied it by saying a lot of stuff about being under the Alphas protection, an honored guest, and having a ‘young’ wolf – inexperienced more like, I think.)
One of the younger males sniggered a bit when Ran said ‘young wolf’, but I shut him up pretty quickly with a dirty glare and a quick flash of teeth.
Then just like that people started undressing. Right there and then in a clearing full of other people.
And that’s about my definition of ‘holy fuck get me outta here.’
***
Tiny and Andre kinda wandered off to the side, and I couldn’t figure out where the hell to look. Ran pulled his shirt off, and I swallowed, deciding that maybe the ground was a good spot.
He snorted, and nudged me with his (bare) shoulder, drawing my attention up his (bare) torso, to his face. The shit was grinning and enjoying how freaking uncomfortable I was finding the whole 50 naked people thing.
“I forgot you have that thing about naked people.” He said gleefully. (He did not.)
“Public nudity? Yes. Like most normal people I was raised to wear pants around others.” I snapped, accidentally catching sight of Andre unbuckling his pants, and jerking my eyes away – after I got a bit of an eyeful unfortunately.
Ran saw what had caught my attention (What can I say, Tiny is a very lucky lady…) and his eyes narrowed. He nudged me towards a small break in the trees, and guided me away from the clearing a bit.
“We can shift here… Have you ever seen a change before?” He asked curiously.
I actually hadn’t. I tried once to watch it in the mirror, but when the important stuff happens it’s all a bit painful, and my natural instinct is the screw up my eyes and just concentrate on breathing to get through it.
“Watch me then.” Ran said, unbuckling his belt, and kicking off his shoes.
I thought very seriously about closing my eyes (really! I did!) but I was kinda curious. So I watched as he stepped out of his pants, and boxer briefs (ladies, you will be pleased to note that he is built like a freaking UNDERWEAR Model.)
He paused, right before he shifted, and said “just remember, don’t let it overwhelm you too much. I’m going to be right here.”
(For a moment there I thought he was talking about letting the sight of his body overwhelm me – not the Pack stuff. As for his body? It was all pretty impressive. And well maintained. I’ll just stop right there. You probably don’t want to know all the gory details. Not that it was gory. Not at all.)
Then he shifted, and it looked… I’m not going to lie, it was pretty brutal looking actually. First things to come (and last to go) are big long claws, curving out from your fingers, sharp heavy teeth, and the long mobile ears, strangely shaped nose, and wolf eyes.
Hair kinda explodes from your skin in a wave, and then everything kinda moves and shifts and stretches in a very disconcerting way, and last but not least the tail extends out from the base of your spine. (That’s always the bit that makes me feel like hurling. It’s a very uncomfortable sensation.)
Finally the wolf scrambled to his feet and shook himself off. It was fast – much faster than I think I’ve ever been able to shift before, and ran recovered way quicker than I ever do. I always need a few moments until I can move without throwing up.
The wolf looked at me and grinned, letting his tongue hang free. I know for a fact I do that too… but it’s just weird seeing someone else do such a familiar wolf like move. I crouched down curious to get a better look at him – all this time with wolves, and I’ve never seen one in wolf form – well, except for that time when I nearly died. I wasn’t really paying attention then though.
***
Ran came closer, and turned to the side, butting my arm with his forehead – a clear ‘pat me’ demand. So I did. He sat there and let me touch the pelt on his back and shoulders which was course, and thick. I stroked the soft fur on the top of his head. I even got to touch his ears and muzzle, which were both really soft. His whiskers were really soft and tickly,
It’s kinda bizarre knowing that the animal you’re touching is human like you, but acting… well way more wolfy. All the cosmetic stuff – his eyes, and hair color and stuff (he’s got brown short hair) had changed entirely leaving him looking a bit like the wolf above (the markings around his eyes are different though, and his ears are really dark.) The muscular stuff – big shoulders – seemed kinda the same. Strong. Big.
Finally he flopped down, and demanded I scratch his belly.
When he was satisfied all his belly scratching needs were our of the way he jumped up and waited for me to do my thing… Only, now that it was my turn to get naked I wasn’t so keen.
“I’m not fucking stripping for you. Turn around.”
Ran signed and sank down onto the ground , tucking his nose under a paw, which kinda half covered his eyes.
“I’m not buying it Ran. Close them, or get lost.”
The wolf grumbled a bit and then closed his eyes. He was still paying an awful lot of attention though, because his ears tracked every move I made.
When I was finally done shifting – he is definitely quicker at it than me – I lay there and panted. The first few minutes are always a bit like a bad hangover. Your tummy is rolling, and your vision keeps spinning, and everything smells way too strong, and you’re cold, but you’re hot, and all your fur feels like it’s on end.
(Ok, that last one isn’t much like a hangover.)
Ran kinda sniffed me over, and ignored my grumbling, and growling. He licked my face – ignoring my protests – and then sat down, almost on top of me, until I felt like I could move without dying. I’m sure he was trying to be helpful – in his own annoying way, but generally I think I prefer being able to get my own bearings without an annoying wet nose being shoved into my fur, and prodding at my upset stomach.
We grabbed our clothes, and dropped them in piles back in the clearing, which was now full of wolves. Most of the young ones were looking much like I felt, but the older ones were already playing tag and greeting each other quietly.
Then when we were all ready, we turned and headed out into the woods, and away from the cars and forest house.
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The weekend was pretty good. A bit scary in parts… but good. I’m not going to tell you all about it because I’m kinda tired now, and a lot of it feels… Personal I guess. It’s nothing scandalous or exciting really it’s just that a lot of this stuff was stuff I was doing for the first time ever. It was pretty special, and scary, and has a lot of meaning for me.
There were a few things I wanted to share though. First: I’m kinda crappy at ‘wolf’ behavior. It’s like they all speak some language I don’t. I pick up the odd ‘word’ or two, and can make myself understood, but I felt like a lot of the time I was missing a lot of subtext.
The wolves didn’t stay together the whole time. Couples splintered off, and spent time together, and families did the same. A few of the young men went for a few hunts, taking down larger prey, including deer (which I ate some of…) Most of the young males and females – like the core group that stay at the hotel stuck together.
Ran taught me to stalk, and hunt. I was way clumsy at it though, and I didn’t manage to catch anything to eat. He did herd a bunny into me once, and I caught that, but accidentally/on purpose let it get free. I wasn’t really ready to kill anything – even though my wolf didn’t really mind too much.
There was a point, on the second night, where Ran was off taking care of a scuffle between Michael and Colt, and I found myself playing tag with a few of the other wolves around my age. One of the guys nipped me a bit hard, and I went after him aggressively. For a moment I wasn’t exactly in control, but he submitted, and I managed to get myself back into balance.
And there was a point where I wandered a bit far from the group, and ran into Mark – who was part of the group of hunting males. He made me a bit uncomfortable, and I found myself in a bit of a fight, when he thought I was playing the tease.
Quite frankly, despite not being particularly good at playing wolf, I am pretty good at fighting and defending myself. I kicked his butt so hard he was limping well after we changed back on Sunday and headed for the cars.
I felt a bit bad for the extent to which I’d gone to drive him off – he still hasn’t made eye-contact with me again – but Tiny has informed me that it was absolutely the right response. Some of the younger guys need to be clearly shown their place in order to know what is and isn’t acceptable.
All in all? The best time was at night When everyone was drifting off to sleep under the moon. I slept in a warm pile of wolves, beside Ran, Andre, and Tiny most of the time.
There’s something very comforting about knowing you’re surrounded by people that – surprisingly – you trust.
I say surprisingly because I’ve never really thought I’d be able to trust shifters… It’s kind of a new and interesting place to be in.
Naked Coed Calendar
David Letterman is having Sex?
Naked and pounding
Oxfords
Biggest Breasts in the World
Greatest Cleavage
Jessica Alba
Air Brushed
Koreans in Lingerie
090909
How to Lead a Secret Life
Exotic Vacations
Traveling Naked
Avoid a fat head
It is better to be drunk than wasted
How to Travel Naked
Beer Alert
A Constellation of Idiots
It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted
Texas Toast
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Runes and Moons
Zazzle!
Angelic Verses
DeviantArt
Rumors of Angels
LuLu
CafePress
Luck
Digital Art
Angel Sightings
Cyber Rainbows
Selling Rainbows
McDonalds, where plus sized people feed their addiction along with their FUPA’s and where Arvil and I decided to eat lunch. I figure you can’t beat an extra value meal for 119 rupees (less than $3).
The McDonalds in India as one would assume is drastically different from the MiccyD’s in the states. Here McDonalds is vegetarian friendly as they have a whole section devoted to vege burgers and paneer salsa wraps. Instead of the Big Mac they have the Chicken Maharaja and instead of the couple’s therapy … well nothing can replace couples therapy. Also I was very disappointed to find out that McGriddles were nowhere to be found (Their irresistibleness is the cause for the current financial crisis, so much money and time was pumped into purchasing and eating these tasty treats by the CEO’s and CFO’s of AIG, GE and others that could not stay on top of their daily tasks).
Heaven
After staring at this picture of a double Decker chicken sandwich dripping with spicy curry sauce, the Chicken Maharaja, my mind was made up. I approached the cashier and ordered a number char (4 … I learned Hindi numbers 1-5 today).
I usually stay away from fast food restaurants back home, it’s a must in order to maintain a low percent body fat and pulsating lats.
Immediately my Maharaja was ready and within seconds I began eating melted plastic. Those frigin geniuses over there forgot to take off the plastic from the cheese and as a result I got my daily value of polymers. I was compensated with a fresh Maharaja, fries and a case of the McShits.
