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Condom Run – How Getting Rubbers Saved My Life

Bringing a hot girl to my dorm room was not something I ever expected would happen to me. I’m not the popular type, never was. Hell, I’m a freaking nerd!

Making out, however, felt great. Her lips were so soft, her kiss sensual, but domineering. She pushed me onto the bad hard, and I felt her heavy breasts on my chest.

For a moment, I tried to move so she wouldn’t feel how excited I was, but she merely giggled and pushed me down harder.

We continued, our tongues entangled before she moved back to take off her shirt and bra. Seconds later she was entirely naked.

When I sat there, ogling her body, she giggled again.

“Get naked,” she whispered into my bear, slightly biting my earlobe.

“Y-yeah,” I answered in an excited, almost shrill voice.

I tried to pull off my shirt so quickly, I almost entangled my arms. Then I tore down my pants.

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Jerold’s Wait

Jerold was sitting in the same chair, at the same window, staring outside, waiting. The first snow was falling, and he remembered the time when he’d played out there with the neighborhood kids all those years ago. He remembered that afternoon so. The sun had been bright, just like today, but its light didn’t reach him. Not anymore. Not up here, in this ghastly room. He didn’t even notice the single tear that streamed from one of his eyes. Thick, yellow, and almost syrupy, it carved a path down his sunken cheek. The shaking came over him like an avalanche, burying his thoughts. The pain that followed was worse, cutting through him hot and ragged. It lasted for almost a quarter of an hour. The third time since noon, the seventh since he awoke this morning. It’s gotten so much worse this past year.

“You there?” he called out as he watched the few lonely snowflakes twirling through the air.

“Of course,” a rattling voice reached him.

“So, is it finally time?”

The voice behind him turned into guttural giggling.

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Night Cleaning

If you’d ask me ten years ago where I’d see myself now, it definitely wouldn’t be working at a cleaning company. No, I’d tell you I’d run my own successful business.

I had high aspirations when I was younger, and I even dropped out of school to choose some vague, unrealistic dream. All hoping to make it big, to get rich. After things didn’t work out time and again, and I had nothing to show for my lofty ambitions, I had to face reality. It was time to find some work.

This cleaning job was supposed to be nothing but a temporary thing, but five years later, I was still here. To say I disliked the job would be an understatement, but it is what it is. There are some perks though, half the time I work alone, so I can listen to music or podcasts. The other half, I work with my superior, Mark, who was the most laid-back guy in the world.

I usually work in the early mornings, getting things ready before rush hour, and all the regular people arrive. I hated the early morning shift because there was never enough time to get everything done. The night shift was entirely different. You got all the time in the world, and there’s this sense of calm and quiet.

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The Bizarrie of Monsieur Delancey

Do you ever wonder why children see the world so differently? Why can they be so enchanted by the simplest and most mundane of things? I never bothered with thoughts like this. Childhood was a thing of the past, and all its incredible sights had been replaced by logic and rationality. All that changed after my visit to the Bizarrie of Monsieur Delancey.

I first heard about it in passing at a bus station. A group of students talked about a weird foreigner. The man had bought an old barn at the edge of town and was refurbishing it into some sort of attraction. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Why anyone would come here and set up shop was beyond me. Ours was a small town in the middle of nowhere with only a few thousand inhabitants. Yet the strange man’s appearance soon became the talk of the town. Most people were ridiculing him and laughing at him. Some were showing open disdain, and a select few were curious about him. He hadn’t been in town longer than a week when he started posting fliers all over town. It wasn’t much in terms of design and shoddy work at best.

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Family Tradition

“… bent her over just like that…”

“… made her squeal like a pig…”

I rolled my eyes as dad and Roger bragged about their conquests.

When they saw it, they both laughed.

“It’s gonna be fine, baby brother,” Roger said, turning to me.

A moment later, I felt dad’s heavy hand on my shoulder.

“You ready for the big day, Mark?”

I sighed.

“Isn’t your first time supposed to be special? Why not Laura from down the street? It’s about love, isn’t it?”

They both burst out laughing again.

“There’s a time and place for love, son, but your first time’s gonna be messy and chaotic. Best to get it over with and-“

“Why do I have to do it in front of you and Roger?”

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The Rules – Instructions on How to Succeed at Cat Sitting

My friend Josh was my polar opposite. He was a young successful entrepreneur and, frankly said, filthy rich.

I on the other hand was a perpetual failure, who lived in a small one-room apartment, always looking to make it to the end of the month.

While Josh owned a flourishing online business, I drifted from one odd job to another.

Why’s any of this important, you might wonder? Well, it was no other than Josh who left me with this weird set of rules.

It was about two weeks ago that he had to leave for another one of his business trips and needed someone to not only sit his house but take care of his cats. Josh owned four of the little buggers, all special breeds and exotic.

He came up to me because he knew my situation had taken a turn for the worse because of Covid-19. I was behind on rent, bills kept stacking up, and finding work was harder than ever.

Josh offered me a fair amount of money, enough to last me for an entire month, and I eventually relented and accepted his offer.

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Misscarriage

The miscarriage had devastated Emma. What had once been a happy woman, full of love, had become a curled up ball of misery and pain.

It was the same for me, back then. I, too, felt the same sense of loss, the same pain, but I knew I had to be strong, for both of us. That terrible wound that threatened to tear our relationship apart had to be mended.

It had taken a lot of time, a lot of work, but as I stared at her peacefully sleeping face now, I knew that time could heal all wounds.

Once more I gently put my hand on her stomach. So much time, so much love, but finally we were ready again.

For a moment I put my head against her stomach, listened, but I knew the baby was as asleep as she was.

I went to get myself a drink of water, but when I returned I found Emma’s face distorted. She shifted in the bed and a moment later her eyes fluttered open.

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I Was Offered 100.000 Euros to Beta-Test a New Piece of Virtual Reality Technology – Final Part

As I sat up in the grass, I realized that it had all been fake. The entire second reality, the insane Kitagawa and even the supposed brain damage I was suffering from. It had all been another part of their simulation.

I grew angry before rage overtook me.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing? This is fucked up! I fuck thought it was real! I thought… This is insane. Why don’t you just get me out of here right now and-“

“Mr. Purlow, I like to inform you,” a voice popped out of nowhere. “In form 48, paragraph 4, point C you specifically agreed to-“

“Yeah, well, fuck off!” I screamed in answer.

This time the voice didn’t anything else.

I stood up and looked around. I was in a meadow and further ahead was a small lake. The moment I saw it, nostalgia washed over me. I knew this lake! It was the one that had been right next to the village my grandparents had lived at.

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I Was Offered 100.000 Euros to Beta-Test a New Piece of Virtual Reality Technology – Part 2

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You arrived here at our Munich facility this morning to test our new immersion rig.”

With that, Dr. Kitagawa pointed at a different contraption. One I’d never seen before. It looked almost like a giant wheel a person could be strapped to. A variety of gadgets, a visor, a headset, and gloves were connected to it.

“You signed up for our beta test for compensation of 1.000 Euros. The test is scheduled to last between two and four days.”

“Wait, hold on, this is bullshit,” I laughed, but it came out more nervous than I’d hoped for. “I’m still IN the simulation.”

“People who suffer from damage to their visual cortex can often suffer from a different perception of reality. This can not only lead to false interpretations of what’s in front of you, but can also lead to distorted memories. It’s often influenced by the person’s subconscious beliefs and wishes.”

“All right, very funny, first of all, the equipment I used was totally different, and I was offered a compensation of,” but I broke up.

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I Was Offered 100.000 Euros to Beta-Test a New Piece of Virtual Reality Technology – Part 1

“Hitting rock bottom doesn’t mean you have to stay there.” – Michelle Parsons

That was the reason I found myself in front of a small, mundane office building in the outskirts of Berlin.

It should be the greatest mistake of my life, even more so than all the shit I’d pulled before.

To make a lengthy story short, I had massed a serious debt. Let’s just say I thought I was far smarter than I was and made a few questionable investments.

I tried to find a way out, I did, but there weren’t many options available for a university dropout like me. Before long I scurried the less reputable parts of the internet for ways of making a few quick bucks. Nestled between shady offers and medical trials, I found one that picked my interest.

“Company Searching for Beta Testers of New Virtual Reality Technology”

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Itch

Did you ever feel an itch so bad, you scratched yourself bloody to make it go away? If not, consider yourself lucky. Consider yourself damned lucky!

I don’t know when or where I exactly got it from, but I’m sure it was during this shitshow of a vacation in Thailand. My best friend and I had saved up part of our measly earnings from our student job, and decided it was time for a little break. In early January, before university kicked back in, we treated ourselves to a brief vacation. I left the booking to him. I don’t know how he did it, but he always found those insider tips, as he called them. The trip he’d booked promised an exclusive hotel on a beach in Thailand, surrounded by beautiful, unclaimed nature.

What we ended up with was nothing but a cheap room in the middle of nowhere in an area as underdeveloped as our hotel. Still, we made the best of it, and enjoyed the few days we spent there the best we could.

Once I stepped back into my cramped student apartment, winter raging outside, I had to admit I missed Thailand.

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Grandma’s Funeral

When Grandpa died, everyone cried. When Grandma died, everyone smiled.

“Grandma’s a goddamn bitch,” Dad used to curse about her.

No one ever said anything against his words that so defiled his mother. He was right, though; Grandma was a mean, old woman. That’s something everyone agreed on, even her husband, my late grandpa. I still don’t know how he ended up with her, considering that he was the nicest and jolliest man I ever knew.

Grandma was his total opposite. She wasn’t just a stern old lady, but a sadistic one. She enjoyed beating her children and her grandchildren. That’s why I could never visit her and Grandpa. I remember going there on my own one day. Grandpa led me inside but told me I couldn’t stay for long. I still remember her, how she looked at me that day. The enormous grin on her face, the vile words she whispered my way, and how her hands opened and closed in anticipation. Grandpa pushed me back toward the front door, telling me it wasn’t a good time. When I protested, he told me he’d get me a little present. The moment he left to return to his living room, Grandma rushed toward me.

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We Were Never Allowed to Leave Our Homes During Easter

We never celebrated Easter in my home village.

When other parents hid Easter eggs for their kids, mine would lock our doors and made me stay inside for the duration of the holiday.

I never understood why. When school started again after the Easter holidays, all the other kids talked about their Easter presents and their hunter for Easter eggs. All I could do was to listen in abject jealousy.

The motive wasn’t religious, for all I knew. Our small community was a Christian one, always had been. Still, Easter was banned.

As a kid it felt strange to be stuck indoors during Easter. Worst of all though, everyone pretended the holiday didn’t exist.

When I asked my parents about it, I was treated with solemn silence. They told me that’s just how things were supposed to be and how they always had been.

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The Wonderful Works of Nikolay the Wonderful

“The Wonderful Works of Nikolay the Wonderful,” he read out loud as he stared at the book I’d handed him.

His eyes returned from the book to me, and a questioning look formed on his face.

I couldn’t help but giggle. Nikolay was the smartest man I knew, a bona fide genius. Yet, whenever it came to things like social interactions or love, he acted like a young, innocent boy.

“It’s a present, a collection of all the memories we shared,” I blurted out and felt myself blushing a bit.

Each page of the book contained one memory I shared with Nikolay.

The very first page detailed how Nikolay and I had met. We were about the same age, but he was already a professor while I was nothing but a lowly research assistant. Nikolay seemed so distant. Not just to me, but to everyone. At first, I detested him because I mistook his social inaptitude for arrogance. In time, I learned that it was just how he was.

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Renovations

I guess everyone has heard about a Craigslist horror story, but no one expects to end up in one.

I’d been thinking about leaving the city life behind for a while now. I guess I couldn’t stand the bustle of the city anymore and longed for a more remote life.

I’d saved up quite a bit of money over the years and decided to buy a house. When I saw the prices though, my jaw dropped. I’d expected that buying a house was expensive, but I’d never thought THAT expensive.

In my desperation, I opened Craigslist. I didn’t expect to find anything there, but that’s exactly what I did.

The ad was as simple as it could be.

‘Small house for sale, way below market value’

I clicked on it in an instant. When I saw the price though, I was sure the seller had made a mistake. There was no way someone would sell a house that cheap.

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Dear Lizzy

Oh, my dear Lizzy, my beautiful wife, I can’t find the words to tell you how much I love you. I guess that’s how it is with true love.

I still remember the day we met like it was yesterday. The sun was high, not a cloud in the sky, and the very first early bloomers were blossoming.

Just another beautiful day at the park.

It all changed the moment I saw you and your long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight. When you gave me that shy brief smile, my heart melted away.

When I approached you, you were taken aback. Who could blame you, really? Still, you laughed at the silly pickup line I shot you and after only a few words you agreed to go out with me.

I guess, it was love at first sight. Almost as if the two of us were destined to be together.

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She’s the Reason I Can’t Watch Porn Anymore

It all started a few days ago.

What can I say? When you live in a city under lockdown, life can be lonely. I’m sitting here alone, all by myself.

Books, Netflix, and YouTube can only grab your attention for so long. With no chance of real social interaction, I’ve given into more, let’s say, primal urges.

Before I knew it, I was back on trusty old Pornhub. For a while I clicked around, watching random videos before I was awestruck by a certain pornstar. I will not name her here, since my tastes can be a bit… special.

I scurried all over Pornhub for every single one of her videos. Once I couldn’t find any new clips, I visited some other pages. Still, it didn’t even take half the day before I was out of new material.

Eventually my urges drove me to some less secure pages. As I clicked from Google result to Google result, I felt like I was wading through a morass of degeneracy.

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