#and there is SO much stimulation because there's a dumb football game on

[absoloutenonsense]

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[deviltoys]

— ‘𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆!’

itadori yuuji x top!male reader. (wc; 1.3k)

#a/n: JESUS, AFTER MY DRAFT POSTING AT LEAST FIVE TIMES— IT'S DONE!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, football au, ftm itadori, exhibitionism, choking, spanking, rough sex, dirty sex, barebacking, no prep, dacryphilia, sir k., pet name (puppy), belly bulge, implied oral.

dim lights, the roar of people in the stands, the booming voice of the announcer amongst the crowd, cheerleading sqaud egging on their side in hopes of them outplaying the opposing team, and sweaty guys all lined up for a chance to win it; it was like every other friday night game. all the essentials were there.

your eyes locked with itadori’s light chestnut ones glistening with heart and motivation, he traced the opening in your movements; preparing for the golden opportunity to throw you the match winning pass. with your arms perched out in front of you he played his cards and took the risk, planting the ball right between your palms— calculated and clean you sunk the ball in-between your forearm and chest.

you had caught the toss, nothing less from the team's starting quarterback and receiver. together, you were a gnarly duo, the ultimate combination of talent.

carrying your team to victory was common practice for the two of you, there wasn't a single game that had happened throughout your third year career where you two hadn't been the mvp’s. just another notch onto the school's metaphorical belt, being a powerhouse school you had a reputation to uphold. you all had gone undefeated for years, another win was what you were known for— which also meant another reward for your puppy’s outstanding preformance on the field.

it was routine, a few months prior itadori was overwhelmingly titillated after a long and straining practice. he had outshined his fellow peers and you couldn't help but feel the need to help him relive some stress after a hard day; you'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit pent up yourself. so from then on, every match you two would win and every practice he demolished, you'd drill his brains out as soon as you two found a little privacy.

this time was different though, you were horny, he was horny— he wouldn't stop rubbing up on you as you exited the field and that was your breaking point.

at the rate in which he was clawing to remove your jersey, you were sure he'd rip the fabric right in two; he was so needy. you're dizzyingly hot as you draw an arm around his waist, letting your fingers slide between the waistband and the hem of his boxers.

“yuuji, this is your last chance. you sure you wanna do this now? because i won't be showing you any mercy puppy. practice will be a pain when you can barely walk.” you growl and bite at the nape of his neck, the gravel in your tone twisting with your hot breath only made you even more irresistible. how could he say no?

“mhm, i can handle it sir! i’ll take all the cum you give my greedy pussy!” his confirmation was only useless banter, you already had his pants pressed down to his kneepads. his milky skin was so plush, his puffy ass was messily rubbing right into your palms; just asking to be spanked into oblivion.

itadori whimpered with the sensation your warm hands brought upon his sweaty ass— the moisture from running around made the dewy flesh erupt harshly against your palm. it was far louder than expected, you wouldn't be surprised if the suspicious noise turned a few heads your direction. but you didn't care, they could watch you break your boyfriend all they pleased, you were only there to reward him.

sloppily, you drag your half exposed boyfriend deeper under cover of the bleachers. you two were sheltered by the metal seating— rows of attendees still roaming around the area, just threatening to unveil the naughty act.

you're reaching over and rubbing the front of his cunt, hastily trying to stimulate his swollen clit while itadori attempts to push the length of your cock inside of his desperate heat. your rough, broad hands spread him wide, suddenly aware of how absolutely filthy he looks. the grueling approach of your palms flushing his creamy white complexion a profound sheen of red didn't do his drooling pussy any favours— but the way you bait the head of your leaking cock over his slit makes him shudder and his brain fizzle into mush.

his cheeks were completely battered, the sting of humiliation overthrew any pain he may have been experiencing. if not, the deliciously overwhelming stretch of your cock around his velvet walls surely did the trick. you plunge inside of him and he's lost in euphoria, mind unable to function with the motion of your thrusts.

“i thought you said you could handle it baby, where's all that vigor now?” he throws his head back as you snake a few fingers around his throat, teasing a few more before finally clamping down. his back arches into your chest pads, whining and vibrating with excitement; you couldn't tell if it was how nicely you were treating his pussy or how badly he wanted to be used like a ragdoll. either way, you continued to plant rough spanks on his ass while the hand around his neck steadied your hips right against his sweet spot.

he was losing himself, thoughts disconnecting from reality.

“i..c- can't sir! m’sorry, you're too big!” despite his protests, you continue to grind the head of your cock right up against his cervix. he's physically unable to fit anymore of your thick, pulsing length inside and frowns slighty— wishing he could take you deep enough to paint his tongue white.

“can’t? i don't do, can't, puppy.” sure enough, your balls twitch once, twice, as they delve deeper into his creamy womb— so messy and dumb as he bucks his hips weakily in an last ditch effort to stuff himself full. a groan rumbles throughout your body as his first orgasm of the night shakes your shaft wonderfully, body still insisting he draw out as much pleasure as humanly possible.

his cunt splatters slick down your cock, adding to the mess that was already stirring around his tummy. the more wetness that collected the more inviting his hole was to your shaft— his stomach forming a very prominent, round bulge that showed off your cock very well. a telltale sign that his guts were surely moving to match your jabs.

it's too full— he was too full— but you didn't stop, your seed spilling out of his pussy as the sounds from his underside blended with his beautiful moans to create a lewd symphony. he was so overstimulated and so enthralled, eyes slightly crossing together and hot, salty tears leaking from his eyes as you fucked him through the both of your highs.

his cock bounced so pitifully as your merciless reign of hip-thrusts didn't slow from when you two had started. with one last, wholly thrust your warm, potent cum pumped blissfully into his infertile womb— his cunt overflowing with semen that would soon be selfishly sucked in like the rest.

the changes to his body made you undyingly hungry; wave after wave of your twitching cock just resting inside of him, desperately wanting to breech those sweet walls once more. he was bottomed out, his spent hole gaping around seemingly nothing as your dick popped out with little resistance; the cum from both of your groins pooling into a small puddle in the grass.

the way you rocked in and out of his meek, useless body made his resolve crumble so easily. his knees buckled out from under him and sent him onto the ground below— you were in need of a reward yourself, were you not?

it took him a minute, but soon you had him neatly settled between your legs; eyes wide with lust when the grin sprawled across your lips gave him the go ahead.

his body was still perfectly able to preform simple actions and that meant he wasn't finished. fucking and feeding him from both holes was your goal and let's just say a few janitors observed the two of you leaving, the quarterback snug between your arms— unable to move properly without support.

[nightcoremoon]

advertising is bullshit. not just for the carbon emissions, not just because they don't work, not just because they gather information on individual users, not just because unbridled capitalism is fundamentally broken without consistent regulations and control, not just because businesses are putting ad revenue ahead of human life.

here's the thing

you ever heard of acorn?

no not the video streaming service

there's an app called acorn that enables short form investment capital. you put in pennies to businesses to financially support them and if/when those businesses are successful then the amount of money you invested gets to be a lil bit more. so it's basically the stock market. you cannot eat the rich if you don't know what they eat. anyway it's a way to make supplementary income that's as far as I know untouchable by the IRS. but that doesn't matter. the thing is that this thing exists.

I can guarantee that 9 out of 10 people reading this has no idea that this app existed. and it's probably because you don't ever see ads for it. they don't really advertise. it seems to be some sort of communal hub for mass mutual financial growth among corporations and investors since that's how stimulating economics works. you don't hear about it on tv, radio, internet, video games, magazines, whatever. so clearly they have a tiny if not nonexistent budget for ads.

gambling ads are fucking everywhere. you got casinos, you got fantasy football leagues, you got horse racing, you got private pools for F1 and nascar, you got lottery scratch off tickets, you got fortnite overwatch battlefieldfront etc lootboxes, you got so much shit shoveled out every orifice of society, media, social media, radio tv websites and magazines. everywhere. they have a huge budget for ads because they are traps designed to steal money from gullible idiots privileged enough to have extra cash. and they take maybe 10% of that and sell out adspace to attract more gullible idiots. it's a predatory business model and it WORKS and it works because people are stupid and they're still clicking on ads and buying lootboxes and scratching scratchoffs and betting on football.

gambling doesn't serve society. it's a for profit model that the privileged elite use to suck up extra cash from sad pathetic losers who chase that high from a squirt of serotonin from hitting three lemons or a solid gold ak47 skin or a jpeg. so they can afford to throw cash away on ads.

but sheena, I hear you ask, what about all of the businesses that DO provide valid services to society?

spotify makes enough money from ad revenue to shill out Premium™ to people who happily vomit up $5/monthly en masse. even though there's plenty of ways to listen to music that a) directly benefit the creator or b) are 100% free.

places that serve food make so much extra money from sales that they can afford to fuck over they're employees by paying them dirt and shill out for ad spaces even though nobody's gonna watch a commercial for red lobster on tv and think OOOHHH I WANT JUMBO SHRIMP and you know why? because people who are rich enough to eat ad red lobster on a whim all have enough income they probably have dvr or Premium™ streaming and don't see ads in the first place. they're gonna spur of the moment think mmm cheddar bay biscuits (because when the fuck has red lobster shilled their delicious biscuits??? NEVER, THEY SHILL THEIR SCAMPI LINGUINI AND L O B S T E R.

(red lobster did not finance this post and you can easily find imitation recipes anywhere on google but damn what tasty cheesy bread).

United States Military spends $100 MILLION dollars on shilling ads to join the army on poor people's tv to boost enlistment for their blood machine instead of the government taking that money and using it to finance our schools. we can literally cut our military budget from $780 BILLION dollars to $779 billion- that's B as in billion- remove all military ads from our TVs and buy new textbooks for every single school in the entire country. I don't know why learning institutions hide knowledge behind class gates and why historical mathematical scientific and artistic groups don't just fucking give copies of one textbook about the subject to everyone, or why the publishing companies want so much goddamn MONEY from FUCKING SCHOOLS for LITERAL CHILDREN to LEARN but whatever I'm just someone who succeeded in high school in spite of its hundreds of open glaring flaws but whatever. anyway the point is the military could give money to groups that want to end wars but no they want poor people with nowhere else to go to oil the gears with their entrails so we can continue bombing the shit out of the middle east to steal their petroleum. and ads is how they do it.

charities who claim to want to help kids with cancer or endangered animals will gladly take vast portions of the money well meaning idiots send in, pocket 1/4 of it, put another 1/4 in the tv commercials, give 1/4 to some female adult contemporary singer who isn't famous anymore to sing a sad song over the sadness porn and then give the remaining 1/4 to people who are constantly failing to cure cancer, save animals, and just give up and join the nonprofit orgs that actually accomplish things instead. if a charity can afford to spend millions of dollars on fuckin ADVERTISING, they're a bunch of bloated and corrupt bastards who shouldn't be trusted with a goddamn penny. their members should be promoting shit FOR FREE if they actually care. not buying ad space on the cw tnt cbs & nbc. unless the businesses DONATE ad space. but they don't do that because all CEOs are evil. lol

what does wikipedia do when it needs cash? it POLITELY ASKS FOR MONEY IN A BANNER IN THE CORNER OF THE WEBSITE. ao3 does it too. and if dumb motherfuckers wanna shit on wikipedia for being the most accurate and communally moderated source of information on the entire internet "inaccurate"[citation needed] or ao3 for being the last bastion of independent fiction against federal censorship whores and virtue signaling white-knight moral guardians who don't actually care about victims of rape and csa "having incest fics", and yet say absolutely nothing to greedy conglomerates who destroy the planet, commit genocide and enslave coastal & island nation child residents, spread eugenics & other evil pseudoscientific propaganda, sexualize infantilize and fetishize women, and let millions die from cancer every day? then they're just as culpable.

fuck advertisements.

unless you're an independent content creator or something in which case that's not ads it's marketing and publicity which is different.

[fictionz]

New Fiction 2020 - January

"Evolution Never Sleeps" by Elisabeth Malartre (1999)

This is dumb but I’ll just mention it here because the next two sci-fi stories also do it: ya don’t gotta throw sex into your story. Of course, yes, it is an important aspect of relationships, and it can absolutely play a role if you want it to, but the sex scenes are almost like, “she breasted boobily down the stairs.” This is in the middle of otherwise fine short stories. That said, this first one by Malartre has that non-ending that I love about so much modern short fiction. Like, nothing is resolved. There’s just an introduction of characters, a possibility of some freaky critter behavior, and that’s it.

"Sexual Dimorphism" by Kim Stanley Robinson (1999)

The writing in this one gets a lot better, and weirder, with some breastily boobing along the way, and I was sure there’d be some aquatic bestiality but the author chose to leave that to the imagination.

"Game of the Century" by Robert Reed (1999)

Maybe this is fucked up, but remember Mutant League Football? God, what a stupid game with stupid gore and stupid fun violence. This story explores stuff about gene manipulation and mutants, and now I wonder if those players in the Mutant League had a choice in the matter. It’s possible they didn’t want to lunge headfirst into their opponents and cause them to explode, or decapitate the referee, but you as the player gave them no choice. Oh and this story definitely featured some bestiality.

"In a Tub" by Amy Hempel (1985)

I... barely remember it. Some short fiction is like poetry and requires multiple passes to absorb its intent, but I failed to do that. A woman’s in a tub, that I know for sure.

"Tonight Is a Favor to Holly" by Amy Hempel (1985)

You can catch a shuttle bus that’ll take you from the airport in San Jose to the Monterey Regional Airport. It has a nice little bar and restaurant, and a great view around sunset. On the way there, you’ll pass through a sandy little community with a name I can’t remember. This story took me right to that place. What’s it like, living in the lazy sand towns? I bet it’s gritty all the time.

"Celia Is Back" by Amy Hempel (1985)

A father and his children travel through conceptual time in the span of a few pages. They grow up and distant, he grows older and wanders.

"The Glitch" by Rebekah Frumkin (2013)

Fuck, two forgotten two stories in a month? I’m pathetic. Oh! This is the one about the guy who goes by EDJ... I promise I’ll re-read it. (I will not.)

"John Starks" by Salvatore Pane (2012)

This one stuck because it’s so bizarre that I had to tell a friend who’s into basketball about it, then send him a link to the story. It’s about getting old and obsessive, two things way in my thought corral.

"The Jon Lennin Xperience" by Rachel B. Glaser (2010)

Here we are, my first Black Mirror callout of the year. This is definitely the same vibe as that “Fighting Vipers” episode. I’m starting to look forward to that good VR, honestly. Just that visceral, damn this-is-too-real virtual experience. It was some science fiction magazine in the 90s and its comic strip about lame adults masturbating to virtual nudes with stimulation attachments that planted the idea in my head. As a young man I would’ve balked, but now it’s clear as crystal.

Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order dev. Respawn Entertainment (2019)

I blazed through this in 2 weekends, and with 100% completion to boot. The corridors they use for worlds feel nice and dense, and the production values are hecka high. The Second Sister is definitely my favorite villain, even though I hate liking these damn Star Wars murderers. (You, as the player, murder so many people across half a dozen planets.) It’s good and quite fun, though I tire of the Jedi. Maybe Kylo Ren was right. (Fuck no, glad that guy’s outta here.)

Michael Clayton dir. Tony Gilroy (2007)

This movie meanders at just the right pace. I wish I could figure out the course of a good mystery. I might read a mystery novel or seven, really get a sense for it. The mystery here is also the kind where you think, oh yeah, this kinda shit is happening all the time but I’d never notice.

Little Women dir. Greta Gerwig (2019)

I like the ambiguity around the course of events. I mean, you know the story, I know the story, we’re all here for Jo. But right at the end, after you’re good with the journey, Gerwig pulls a rug out from under you. Just a small one, nothing catastrophic against the source material, but just enough to plant a seed of doubt.

Gargoyles - Seasons 2 & 3 (1995-1997)

Okay, this bestiality thing may be something I have to contend with in my brain, but this show is basically Beauty and the Beast plus Batman so there’s no way around it. And I’m talking about that CBS Beauty and the Beast that takes place in New York City. You know, Linda Hamilton and Ron Perlman. Anyway, Disney did a great job with this show. The characters and their histories are deftly and intricately woven into Shakespearean magical nonsense that reminds me of that good Neil Gaiman from those first sets of Sandman trade paperbacks. It’s an enjoyable show in the first two seasons, and the second season is so long that it may as well have been split into a second and third season. The actual third season drops the ball and leans more into content for kids, but it doesn’t mar the experience of the rest of the series. There are comics that continue the story as if season 3 never existed, and the story’s apparently much better, but those comics are also hundreds and hundreds of dollars each, so... I’m content to read the wiki.

[sciencespies]

Hunting Plc Is Not In A Race To The Bottom, Says Oilfield Services Firm's CEO

https://sciencespies.com/news/hunting-plc-is-not-in-a-race-to-the-bottom-says-oilfield-services-firms-ceo/

Hunting Plc Is Not In A Race To The Bottom, Says Oilfield Services Firm's CEO

The oil market is witnessing fairly predictable price oscillations between a $50 per barrel floor and $70 ceiling, with sector bosses upping their efficiencies and optimizing their exploration and production (E&P) drives. Many are demanding more of partner oilfield services (OFS) firms where margins are said to be under pressure, but it’s “not a race to the bottom”, at least for his company says one industry stalwart.

Meet Jim Johnson, Chief Executive Officer of Hunting Plc (LON:HTG), an OFS firm that’s in London’s FTSE 250 index. Giving an exclusive Forbes interview fresh off a set of solid half-yearly financials, Johnson says margin pressure in a challenging operating climate does not equate to scraping the barrel.

Hunting most certainly appears not to be. In August, it reported a first-half 2019 revenue of $508.9 million (up 15% on an annualized basis), with underlying earnings before interest, tax, depreciation and amortization (EBITDA) up 6.2% to $77.4 million, and a reported profit from operations of $41.1 million.

Jim Johnson, CEO of Hunting Plc, says margin pressure in a challenging operating climate does not equate to scraping the barrel.

Daniel Jones, 2019

The company acknowledged it made price reductions on certain product lines to respond to the market environment, but Johnson says his “team’s effort in delivering the results and product diversity” illustrate how Hunting stayed competitive.

“Everybody is so focused on unconventional hydrocarbon extraction in terms of bagging OFS business, but Hunting is not a one tricky pony. The industry can aim for much more than just that, especially offshore deepwater plays. While unconventional is facing some clouds on the horizon, international and Gulf of Mexico deepwater plays are coming back.”

Managing a cyclical business

Cycles make margin management trickier but Johnson always keeps a strict eye on them. “That’s because people often do dumb things when they get desperate seeing sales volumes fall off during cycles. We believe in getting paid for what’s fair in terms of what we do for the customer. Operating climate might be tight, but we bring a certain quality, level of service and assurance to the table – so there’s a price below which we will not go just to get some desperate slice of the business.”

Any slowdown in Hunting’s mature Western businesses often gets “balanced out” by its expansion in the East, particularly in Middle East and Southeast Asia, and it all once bottled down to holding firm during 2015-16 downturn.

“We take a long-term view of our business but the downturn in 2015-16 really tested our resolve. Relationships between vendor and customers deteriorated to levels I have not seen before, despite having been in the industry for over 30 years. But we did not reduce our sales or engineering headcount, fully knowing we are in a cyclical business.”

So when the price climate improved and the oil price returned above $50 per barrel, sparking a revival of E&P projects, Hunting was in a prime position to market and sell its OFS products suite quicker to prospective clients. Its portfolio of perforated gun systems offers a case in point.

To the uninitiated, perforating guns carry explosive shaped charges down-hole, where they are subsequently detonated to create tunnels that act as conduits through which hydrocarbons flow up from the reservoir into the well-bore and up to the surface.

“While the downturn was in full swing, we were working on our patented Titan H-1 Perforating Gun system, readying it for sales and marketing. When the economic headwinds subsided, we went about selling it aggressively a mere 18 months ago to bag what I view as a commanding market-leading share for an independent OFS firm offering such a product.”

Hunting Plc’s three business segments, i.e. well construction, well completion and well intervention, are on a “firm footing,” says Johnson. 

Daniel Jones, 2019

Hunting’s headline business remains solid and Johnson says the market share for the Titan product stream will remain broadly same over the next few fiscal years. “Nature of competition has not changed. We work hard to maintain that number one position in the independent perforating gun side of the business.”

Overall, its three business segments, i.e. well construction, well completion and well intervention, are on a “firm footing.”

So confident is the company of immediate prospects that it has upped its dividend by a token 1 cent (or shall we 25%) to 5 cents, leading some in the market to view Hunting as an income stock again, in just a matter of years after it eliminated the dividend during the industry downturn. But what does the CEO think?

“I leave that kind of chatter to external commentators. We haven’t come out with a progressive dividend policy but our goal is, and will remain, to increase it. The Hunting family (which owns close to 16% of the business) and large shareholders have been very supportive of our long-term objectives.”

Not going backwards

Johnson says Hunting – which has a colorful history of being involved in a plethora of sectors from defense to airlines since its founding by Charles Hunting in 1874 – is not going backwards and will play to its core strengths.

The first wave of transformation came at the end of the Cold War. “Prior to that was the age of conglomerates. The world changed and so did we. Our bet on the future was energy as the big macroeconomic trend, and it was a good move.”

The modern era transformation came 10 years ago when Hunting grasped energy sector trends further. “Our initial OFS business foothold was in Oil Country Tubular Goods (OCTG) related products for E&P companies in the North Sea. In line with natural business diversification, and while noticing changes in deepwater exploration, we bought a subsea equipment company, advanced manufacturing outfits, and the biggest transformation occurred in buying Titan.”

Hunting’s most recent acquisition came in August via a $12.5 million cash acquisition of RTI Energy Systems Inc; a manufacturer of production riser technologies for deepwater applications within the offshore oil and gas industry.

Johnson describes the move as a “steal” at the price the company paid. “It is potentially a $85 million per year revenue and $10 million EBITA business. But we basically bought it for the price of the assets from an aerospace company that was looking to move on.”

Given Hunting has decent cash reserves, what would be its next ideal acquisition target? “The perfect company size-wise for us is probably a $40 million deal with a product suit that has proprietary technology and/or some geographic enhancements that we don’t have. It has to be something along the lines of well completion, subsea or maybe well intervention business model. We won’t venture out into a service stream that is totally new, for example artificial lifts.”

“The energy industry raises people’s standard of living and the upside is unbelievable,” Johnson says.

Hunting Plc

But Hunting does have non-energy plays too. For instance, its a recent strategic tie-up with India’s Jindal Steel. “Out of Maine, U.S. we make jet engine shafts for GE. Elon Musk is a customer via SpaceX and our electronics outfit in Houston has medical clients. However, over 90% of our business comes from the energy sector; that mix will not materially change over the longer-term.”

The energy industry raises people’s standard of living and the upside is unbelievable which cannot be all provided by a windmill, Johnson adds.

And the Hunting CEO has no time for peak oil theorists either. “I have spent most of my professional life sitting in the offices of oil and gas companies and know a thing or two about E&P activity versus supply and demand. My take is – tell me the price of oil and I’ll tell you how much oil there is! If the price is at $30 there’s only as much exploration happening around, price hits $100 and suddenly there’s a whole lot more exploration!”

Selling is an art and science rolled into one

Barring a four-year stint in Aberdeen, U.K., much of Western Pennsylvania-born Johnson’s professional life has been in Texas, and more specifically in America’s oil and gas capital of Houston, where he first moved to in 1988.

“Having a sales background teaches you to be close to customers, providing the right answers and solutions to their questions and problems. It is what I do to this day – sales – an art and science rolled into one. But you have to switch-off on occasion, decompress, and get ready for the next challenge. Gardening, watching football, the odd baseball game and most especially spending time with my wife, two kids and four grandkids help me do just that.”

That next emerging challenge for the OFS business is the oil and gas industry’s craving for further efficiencies and enhanced oil recovery (EOR). “These are positive developments in the wake of the 2015-16 downturn. We are well positioned to help customers reduce drilling times and costs, and often partner on research and development costs.

“EOR is good for our Titan business, because E&P companies are going to have to go back needing perforating guns and re-stimulate reservoirs where our well intervention business is eyeing opportunities. We are ready for the good times. However, knowing it is cyclical business, we’re well geared and prepared for the bad times too.”

#News

[fabglance1]

#XD30 - DAY 5 - SAVAGE

CHAPTER 5 – SAVAGE

 Corey caught up with the Mercedes G-Wagon, yelling, “Aye man, you left your phone!” The truck slowed down.

 “Thanks dude.” Jack answered as he received the phone from Corey’s hand, “and thanks, again, for getting my car looking smooth! Your team is the only one I trust to keep the G-Wagon looking fresh off the lot! I’ll make sure to let all my frat brothers know about your services. I gotta get you some business so you can get my lil’ sis that FAT engagement ring.” Jack smiled wide.

 Corey nodded, gave Jack fist pound, and Jack drove away bumping the new Drake song. Corey walked back to the building shaking his head. He only tolerated Jack because he was Ahlia’s best friend, her big brother. But this recent exchange confirmed Corey’s thoughts about Jack. That nigga was dirty, pure and simple.

 Moments ago, Corey had noticed that Jack left his phone in the lobby, Corey picked it up. What dumb dude would leave his phone, and unlocked, during these times? The phone buzzed in his hand and he instinctually looked at it. Yup, two pictures sitting on the screen. Some girl, two poses, and she didn’t look older than 22. She was a pretty lil’ light-skinned thang, busting it wide open for the camera. That surely, wasn’t Jack’s wife; Jordan was way too classy to send nudes while bending over in a dirty bedroom.

 Back in the day, Corey would have asked Jack if the young lady had a sister. Now, he was a changed man. Before meeting and falling in love with Ahlia, Corey was KNOWN to never love or trust these hoes. In the past, Corey didn’t believe in monogamy. ‘Hit it and quit it’ was his motto. He’d often say, “The best way to get over an old hoe was to get with a new one!” But Ahlia changed all that.

 Corey met Ahlia at fundraiser for a local youth organization. His company, Corey’s Custom Car Service, was a title sponsor for a Back-to-School rally. Corey might have been a dog, but he believed the children were the future and made sure to donate as often as he could. That year, he was so proud that his company had made enough profit to start giving back to the community. Ahlia, was a chairperson for the organization and head of the planning committee for the event. When she called Corey to her office, to sign some sponsorship paperwork, he didn’t know his life would change.

 An appointment that was supposed to only last 30 minutes, ended with drinks at the local Happy Hour spot, followed by an intense make-out session against the door of Corey’s classic Chevrolet Camaro SS. Corey didn’t know if it was Ahlia’s kind eyes, mind blowing curves, or care for the community that made him want to know everything about her. But when he got home, he started deleting all the ‘hoes’ from his phone. He called Ahlia every morning for two weeks asking her to go out with him. When she accepted, he planned an actual date, wanting to impress the pretty and smart chairperson. Within the month, he said he loved her and didn’t care if she said it back, but she did. She moved in with him a couple weeks later.

 Corey’s Custom Car Service was a concierge service that catered to high-end import cars. The tall, fit-ish, former NCAA Division I superstar, with an ivory smile and well-groomed beard looked like no one’s auto mechanic. After a horrible hit during his time on the  field, Corey’s NFL dreams disappeared. The college sophomore, who was once labeled as the ‘Future of Football’ had become a second thought when his ACL was torn and foot crushed. He would never recover his speed nor his agility. Another person would have crumbled under those circumstances but not Corey. Always the hard worker he healed and moved forward. The handsome and bright student decided to put all his efforts into his earning his degree in Business Administration. He’d lost his athletic scholarship due to his injury, but, randomly, gained a modeling contract after being scouted on Myspace by an LA talent agency. He graduated with a nearly 4.0 grade point average, $110,000 in the bank, and an exclusive modeling contract.

 Corey rode the model wave for a while after graduating from college. Being as good-looking as he was, it wasn’t hard for him to pull a fine girl . . . and her sister. He’d often fly out to different destinations with his photos ending up in magazines and calendars. When he’d return, he always had a story about some model he smashed or some chick he met at the airport who would give him head in the bathroom. Corey never had a relationship before Ahlia, but maintained two or three ‘situationships’ to keep his phone buzzing.

 During a photoshoot with KING magazine, he posed with Melyssa Ford and a classic F-100 truck. The beautifully refurbished vehicle was much more interesting than the video vixen’s conversation. For the remainder of the shoot, Corey intently listened to the car’s owner talk about the process of restoring vintage vehicles to their former glory. Corey identified because felt like he was a refurbished vehicle after healing from such a hard injury.

 With the help of a friend, he restored his first car and realized how therapeutic the process was. A year later he sunk his savings into his friend’s failing auto garage. He used his business savvy to turn the shady business into one of the best auto restorers and maintenance shops in the city. The athlete, turned model, turn mechanic and restoration dealer had found his calling. With his work ethic, he knew he would take this business to the next level. He never thought that having a lady by his side would be the key to his success.

 That’s why, when Jack, flippantly suggested he’d get his ‘frat brothers’ to support Corey’s business, Corey just chuckled. That nigga would never know that Corey was due to turn his first million-dollar sale by the end of the year. Ahlia’s engagement ring was already purchased and thoughts of a house were in his head. Jack was one of those dudes that thought he had it all figured out, but Corey always had a plan.

 He thought about telling Ahlia about her ‘big brother’ having some girl ‘turned out’ on his phone, but he wasn’t one to get into someone’s business. As dull has Jack’s wife was, Jack might have needed some stimulation. Maybe he wasn’t cheating. Shoot, how many sexy single moms offered to pay for their car services with a hand-job or a back shot? Corey always declined, making sure to keep his old savage tendencies in check. But he knew how desperate some women could be. He decided to keep Jack’s secret from Ahlia . . . until he might need it. You just never know when you gotta pull out the evidence on a smooth-talking nigga who swears he has his life together.

 Later that day, Corey was sitting in the living room of the apartment he and Ahlia shared. He was drinking a cold beer while lounging in a pair of basketball shorts and am old LSU t-shirt. Ahlia came home right as Corey decided to order some take-out.

 “Hey baby!” She breezed sitting her bag down on the table.

“You want Thai food or Mexican?” He asked, watching Ahlia take off her coat and pull her curly hair into one of those sloppy buns.

“Mexican is fine with me. I could go for some Perez Grilled fajitas!”

“Bet! How was your day today?”

“Fine. We are closing the planning on the new playground down of 15th street! It’s gonna be nice. A whole area dedicated to kids with disability issues!”

Corey could hear the excitement in his girl’s voice, she lived for helping the community and been working on this special needs park for a year. He walked over to her, putting his hands around her waist and pulling her close, “I’m so proud of you baby!” He kissed her on the forehead, patted her ample backside, and walked back to the kitchen. “Oh yeah, your homeboy came to the shop today!”

“Who?” Ahlia paused knowing Corey was talking about Jack.

“Jack. Man, he gonna have us polish the paint off that G-Wagon if he keeps coming back so frequently!” Corey laughed to himself. “He asked why we didn’t come to game night. I thought you had called him?”

Ahlia was paralyzed, her heart pounding, “I sent him a text, he must’ve forgot. Did he say anything else?” Ahlia knew Jack would never confess a thing to Corey, but she also knew he only came to the shop because she hadn’t returned his calls. He was manipulating the situation and she hated him for it.

“Naw, he didn’t say anything. Just being his regular cornball self.” Corey continued to laugh while walking back to the couch. Ahlia walked over to him positioning herself on his lap. Ahlia couldn’t believe she had to keep a secret from her amazing boyfriend. She inhaled deeply as the thought of losing Corey crossed her mind.

“How about a little fun before the food comes?” She asked, hoping that the feeling of Corey’s body pressed against her own, would take away the guilt she was feeling. Corey was quick to oblige, immediately lifting Ahlia’s legs and pulling her into a straddle position. Started her rub her body. Ahlia tried to let her mind wander but flashbacks of Jack would cross her brain. This wasn’t working, but she had to fake it until the guilty feelings went away.

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5 Things to Let Go If You Want to Be Happy

There are some things in life that have us convinced that life without them would be terrible or uncomfortably weird.

In reality, however, life generally gets better without those things. Nothing in life should create a dependency.

I recently let go of a lot of junk, including material possessions, and I’ve never felt better in my life. If you want to experience the same things, here are the top things to let go so you can start living the life you’ve always wanted.

Checking Facebook Daily

Value your time and emotions.

What tangible good comes from Facebook? Ask yourself that and be critical for a moment.

Are you feeling uplifted and motivated by what you see there? If not, it’s time to abandon ship. If scrolling through all the baby, house, and vacation photos makes you jealous of your “friends,” it’s time to let go of Facebook.

You’re not going to “miss out” by not checking Facebook. If someone needs you to know something, they’ll text or call you.

Studies show that Facebook makes us feel bad about ourselves. That’s enough reason to leave it. Jealousy isn’t something you want consuming your emotional life.

I caught myself getting upset by the lack of engagement on my posts while I saw plenty of engagement on angry, political posts. That feeling was not helping me. Spending 45 to 60 minutes on Facebook per day was a huge time drain that could be spent improving my skills and life instead.

So, I replaced reading my Facebook feed with more positive things that stimulated my mind without causing emotional turmoil, like Futurism.

See Also: Social Media Causing Depression and Anxiety: Is It True?

Watching Football

Value your time. It’s so important that I have to mention it again.

I used football as an example because it was an excuse to day drink for me. Watching football was an excuse to be lazy all weekend. Fortunately, I was only burning one full day on it (Sunday), but if you add up all the time I spent reading about fantasy football, that was a whole day’s worth of work per week.

Maybe for you, it’s watching reality shows and keeping up with celebrity gossip. Maybe it’s binge-watching an entire Netflix series each weekend. The exact television program doesn’t matter. We Americans watch five hours of shows per day. Yet, we complain about a “lack of time” for things we say we want to do.

Don’t know how to spend your time in a more positive way?

Here are a few ideas:

Go on a hike

Take a yoga class

Hit the gym

Cook healthy meals

Read good books

Play board games with friends

Watching football or any sport, for a lot of people, is filling a void – the football team is part of an identity. That’s not a good route, my friend. Just be yourself and accept yourself for who you are and what you like. Love yourself and don’t tie your identity to anything other than you. You are enough.

Trust me, addressing that inner void feels much better than avoiding it forever. Then, you can enjoy watching a game without being invested in the outcome, which is freeing for your mind and spirit.

Drinking Alcohol Regularly

Value your money and your body.

I used to drink three or more nights per week. And, predictably, I did not stop at one drink. That was Thursday through Sunday of drinking and feeling less than my best. For what?

This past December, I did a 30-day challenge of zero alcohol. It felt amazing for my body and it also boosted my mental clarity. There were no sloppy nights and subsequent hungover mornings which meant better productivity.

If you want to find a bunch of extra time in your week – stop drinking.

Did I accomplish anything by drinking alcohol?

No. Alcohol consumption prevented me from accomplishing my goals, actually. Time and money were wasted on an activity that was not fulfilling me or helping me grow. Fortunately, I was saving money by hosting parties instead of spending $10+ per drink at a bar, but that did nothing for saving time.

After letting go of alcohol and my emotional baggage, I lost 18 pounds in less than two months. That was more than 10% of my body weight at the time (cut from 173 to 155). Drinking tons of water, like Tom Brady recommends, helps, too. I also changed my diet to be a dairy-free pescatarian, thanks to the guidance of my health coach, Laila Robins.

See Also: The Tell-Tale Signs You May Have Alcoholism

Consuming the News

Most of the news doesn’t actually affect us. The news is meant to stir emotions and keep us hooked to the platform.

The big media outlets push fear and we absorb that fear, causing us to turn against each other. How?

Fear becomes anger and anger becomes hate. It’s a horrible cycle we’re spinning.

The only way out is to disengage. Unplug from the sources of negativity and fear-mongering. Stop tuning into the voices trying to drive a wedge between you and your fellow humans. That wedge does zero good for humanity.

We need positivity and love pouring from people. Be one of the people making the world lighter, happier, and better. Love your neighbors and don’t stop showing love even when it’s tough.

Show love for people who disagree with you instead of getting mad at them. And definitely don’t look down on others – condescension is really bad energy.

Be positive. Be happy.

Complaining

Eliminate the negativity in your life. You can start with complaining.

Negative emotions wreck our health and productivity. It spreads negativity from within ourselves to the world, too.

If we stop complaining about what we don’t have, we’ll be happier.

Tim Ferriss is brilliant and provides fantastic insight into this. He puts emphasis on the benefits of taking time for gratitude by challenging himself and others to go through 21 days without complaining.

This challenge will be a whole lot easier to accomplish if you let go of the aforementioned things.

Think about it: you won’t be able to complain about your “friends” having more than you because you won’t see posts about those things. No more complaining about your team or a celebrity making a dumb decision because you missed that, too. There won’t be any political talking head getting you to complain about other people with different views. You won’t be drunk or hungover, too.

Research shows how much we’re influenced by the people around us. This provides extra incentive to not stick with negative people. Let them go and cut them from your life. It may be painful at first, but you’ll be better after.

Who knows?

Maybe they’ll realize that being negative is costing them friendships and they’ll soon change their lives as well.

Conclusion

If you start eliminating those top things to let go, you may find yourself enjoying life more.

So, start today and give up something that isn’t serving you. Let that positive life energy flow through you and to the world!

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The Sequel - 855

Day(bed) Dreams

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

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“This is the first time I’ve actually sat in here.”

“It’s very nice with the fan.”

“The puppies certainly seem to enjoy napping here. I wonder why they waited for humans to use it before trying it themselves.”

“They like to be near you.”

“I wish Lukas were here.”

“Why did you schedule a playdate for him last night then?”

“Because dumb.”

In honor of Juan’s visit, and because it was really too hot out anyway, Christina postponed her Thursday riding and penciled “lay by the pool” into her schedule in its place. She and Juan made use of the little cabana on the front of the pool shed. There was a huge and comfortable wicker daybed in there with thick canvas cushions, and a ceiling fan that offered even more respite from the temperature than the shading from the sun obviously provided. The side curtains were decorative and remained tied to their posts for maximum fresh air anyway. Both humans and both Toy Fox Terriers had soft baby blue towels to relax on, and the latter snoozed stretched out on their sides for maximum cooling. The humans were right next to each other, with some pillows to recline on.

“I think I’m getting dumber, actually. A side effect of doing nothing but showing and vacationing is developing a serious deficit of other things to even talk about. I have nothing to say that isn’t about horses, horse shows, the Olympics, bikinis, food, or children’s toys. I can’t even read interesting books because I just fall asleep.” Christina inhaled deeply through her nose and let the air out slowly. The first part pushed her chest into the player’s left arm and the second drew it away again, but did blow warm breath on him. She could see it move some hair around. The short sleeve of his adidas logo tee was a little caught up on the towel, so it exposed more bicep than it should. The rider leaned forward just enough to smooch him there.

“You did at least an hour on Donald Trump this morning,” the Spaniard countered. Preseason was hard work for him and he relished the day off to relax with his feet up. His girlfriend’s yard was a pretty nice place to do that. The water pumps in the pool moved the surface water just enough to make a little ambient noise with the whoosh of the fan to back up the music playing over on the patio at low volume. Christina chose an alt-rock radio station on Apple Music, which was as inoffensive as it was uninteresting. Occasionally a song she knew and liked came on and she hummed along with it. More than occasionally a song she knew and didn’t like came on, and she hummed those too. Juan talking to her about the summer tour, in the kind of voice dictated by their proximity to one another, was all she really cared to hear. Sometimes Lucky’s snoring surpassed the collective volume of all of those things, and the player rubbed his head with his toes to interrupt the funny sound without ruining the puppy nap.

“So those things and Donald Trump. That’s it.”

“What do you want to have on your mind? You’re living your big dream in a few days. Better to think about it as much as you can before it’s over and you can’t get this time back,” Juan suggested.

“I don’t know. I just want to feel like an interesting person,” the new Olympian chuckled.

“Have you started reading the zoo book yet?”

“No. You said I should take it to Tokyo, so I’m saving it for Tokyo.”

“Have you talked to Aidan lately?”

“Yes. He’s happy for me about Tokyo. He has a girlfriend. He can’t come to visit because school starts soon.”

“That’s too bad.”

“What are we going to do when football starts for real and you can’t come visit either?”

“You can still visit me.”

“I watched an MLS game the other night at the airport.”

“Why? You hate American soccer.”

“David Villa was on fire.”

“He’s loving it there.”

“He sounds exactly like you. I stopped paying attention when the match was over but I still had my laptop open and my earbuds in and he did the man of the match interview and I thought it was you for a second.”

“We grew up in the same place. This is normal, I think.”

“I looked at the nearest TV screen with departures on it to see if there was a flight to London. I wanted to see you. So bad. It was such a crazy weekend and I heard your voice, or what I thought was your voice, and I wished I was going home to you in London instead of coming back here.”

“You have the power any time you want to make “home” with me in London instead of here with him.”

“Don’t.”

“Why do you tell me this if you don’t want to talk about it?”

“I tried to nap a little yesterday before you got here. I was flip-flopping between putting music on for white noise or a podcast, and I picked neither. I fell asleep just thinking about you instead.”

“What about?”

“I had this vignette in my head about us in bed, having like really romantic sex with the instrumental version of this Damien Rice song I love. I do that a lot.”

“Which?”

“Fall asleep imagining scenarios with you, or with Schü. They’re always affectionate, or passionate, or...I don’t know. The other day I was like, “What does this mean? What does it say about me? Am I feeling starved for that kind of connection?” I couldn’t really decide. I probably fell asleep.”  

“I don’t know what it means,” the Spanish midfielder replied somewhat absently as he lifted his arm to use it as a headrest. Christina didn’t read that gesture as one meant to make more space between then. On the contrary, she inched closer to him and moved her knee to his thigh and her hand to his stomach. There were lots of times when his ability to listen to her situation and then interpret it differently could really, really agitate and annoy her, like the night before. Most of the time she wanted the service. She wanted him to tell her why her imagination struggled as of late to embrace any genre but softcore porn and romantic comedies. All it wanted to do was think up sex scenes, and cuddling scenarios, and it provided the staging, the soundtrack, the dialogue, and the plot, but never the prior scene or the one that would come next- never the context. Sometimes her imagination directed the scenes in her dreams and sometimes when she was awake. “Maybe it’s your conscience trying to protect you from thinking too much about the Olympics? If you weren’t having romantic fantasies all the time, maybe you’d be having medal ceremony ones, or scary ones where you hit all the jumps.”

“Maybe, but my conscience has never shown signs of self-awareness or a desire for self-preservation. It’s usually totally suicidal,” the rider giggled.

“You’ve grown a lot. You could be done with the self-destructive instincts,” Juan said back teasingly. She could see and hear his smile. “What are the other vignettes? Is that what you called them?”

“Yes, like a tableau, or scene. There was one where I desperately wanted you to fuck me standing up, like from behind, and you were like, “No, you’re too short”, and I was like “hello, Schü is half a foot taller than you and he manages,” and you were like, “Kneel on the bed”. So you were standing up and I was sitting up on my knees, and it was amazing. You kept kissing my neck or resting your chin on my shoulder here.” Christina patted the front of her left shoulder and then left her hand there, sort of tucked inside the neck of her shirt so she could touch her collarbone. “And obvs you had great access to boobs and clit so I was in over-stimulated heaven.”

“What’s happening in the ones that aren’t about sex?”

“When I got on that plane I passed out thinking about us going to a beautiful library from one of those Buzzfeed lists of beautiful libraries, and you walking around picking out all the books with quotes you know by heart that make you think of me,” she explained, able to see the scene in her head as if it were a memory. “I used to have things like that in my head when I had crushes on people, or when I first met Schü. And when we were first together. Usually my daydreams and fall-asleep-dreams are like...the stuff we put into the Dirk videos. Training montages with great songs. Victory gallops.”

“I know I’ve said it before and I know you’ve said no before, but I bet you could learn more about why you fantasize about different things if you spoke with a therapist.”

“Still no.” Christina shook her head and then pressed it into the Chelsea man’s ribs. He sighed dramatically like her cause was hopeless, and moved his left arm around her. His thumb tucked into the back of her cotton shorts near her hip.

“What are the ones you have with André?”

“Same type things.”

“I have had a thousand of these scenes come to me over the years where you leave him and tell me you’re ready to be together. I used to imagine how it would play out when you gave in and wanted to sleep together. It freaked me out a little bit when it actually happened in such a dramatic way, because I never expected that it would really happen like that. All the ways I pictured it were like laughably over the top, either porn-fantasy-dirty or so epic. Then that night actually was like a great story. Once in a while I think maybe the over the top scenes I imagine you telling me you want to be with me could actually happen like that too.” Juan was wistful in his sharing, but also self-deprecating. He must think it’s not cool for guys to think about stuff like that- to plan it out, his girl concluded while listening. I think it’s okay. If they can picture every second of the play leading up to when they score the Champions League winner then why not when they get the girl they want?

“So in what over the top ways has this gone down?” she asked with a big smile he couldn’t see but could probably sense. “How have I come to you and told you it’s time for us?”

“If I tell you, you have to promise not to recreate any of them when it happens.”

“Why?”

“I want it to be better than anything I could have imagined.”

Fuck, this is one of those moments. This is one of those exchanges you can “fantasize” about but know it never happens in real life. Like meet-cutes in movies. Nobody actually meets their soulmate that way except me and Schü. It’s one of those moments. It’s exactly what he’s talking about, the German girl realized, her heart beating steady but extra loudly in her chest and ears. She thought Juan’s couple of lines were too good. They weren’t even cheesy. They were just exquisite. He timed and executed the setup exactly the way he would have done if she plotted it out in one of her idle daydreams. She wanted to know if he plotted his as well, or if they were silly or ridiculous. Perhaps she said witty things in his vignettes but did so dressed as a French maid or something- some thing indicative of male authorship- some thing she couldn’t even fathom because she was a girl and she was Christina and only had Christina’s experiences and knowledge to draw from to make up her plot. Her internal screenwriter shouted that in her script, Juan would be lovingly kissed for what he said, and that she needed to get on top of him to do it so that after, she could fold her arms on him as a chin rest and spend a while smiling and listening right up close to his face while he told her about his imaginary interactions. Far be it from her to defy the writer.

“Are you about to do it right now?” the player teased after he got his kiss and while she arranged herself atop his body.

“No. That was just an adorable thing to say. Now give me some examples.”

“I think of one scene over and over for a long time,” he smiled, reaching out to poke at the large and disorganized knot of hair on her head. He must be fond of it then, Christina thought about the reoccurring daydream, attributing the frequency to satisfaction rather than some kind of plague or lack of imagination. “We’re at my place, and you drop a gold lipstick on the floor and ask me to pick it up for you. I bend down to get it and I try to hand it to you before standing up straight again, so your hand is right in my face when I go to give it back. You have a different ring on from this one.” Juan pointed at her diamond and aquamarine engagement ring since it happened to be right in front of his face, not unlike the story. “You had your diamond- the one I gave you, on the necklace- put back into a ring just like the one I got for you originally. You said you were ready to wear it a new way. Since I was already down there, I went to my knee and asked you if you wanted to wear it as my wife.”

“Awwww! That’s so adorable. How am I supposed to beat that?”

“I don’t know!” He continued to smile, and delighted in her melting heart. She had no intention of giving any sort of comment that might color his thinking or belief on the likelihood or nearness of her opting to choose the unique 5-carat Asscher cut rock over the 1.5-carat princess cut. That wasn’t the point of the conversation. Christina wasn’t thinking about it either. The feeling of imminent or eventual end of her marriage that she carried around with her for the better part of a year had dissipated enough to be a less urgent weight on her, or it was simply overshadowed by everyday life.

André didn’t follow through with the wedding band idea for their anniversary. They celebrated the special occasion when she got home from Aachen Sunday night, by drinking champagne and making s’mores over the fire pit. As anniversaries go, it was pretty low key. That was perfect though. Christina loved that her partner made a casual plan like that and researched how to pair different types of chocolate with different kinds of bubbly. He had a whole smorgasbord of chocolates with special extras, like lavender or orange peel, her favorite. Her idea for the occasion was to pack a picnic and take it to Signal Iduna Park. She wanted to con someone from the club into letting her spread a blanket and eat a lovely lunch in the center circle, so that she and André could reflect on and celebrate their journey together but also talk about all the ways they looked forward to the future. Football was the best outline by which she could think of to navigate the past and the future, and a lot of the future happiness was intrinsically linked to how he’d perform on that pitch. She didn’t know about his campfire plan ahead of time, and ended up being really glad that they did that instead. When she thought over whether or not to tell him her idea and try to make it happen as a sort of second celebration of their anniversary, she feared that it would seem almost threatening to the player- as if she were trying to tell him that he had better get his act together in that stadium or they’d never be happily ever after.

“What are your non-romantic vignettes about?” she inquired of the midfielder who still played at Stamford Bridge. “Fucking my butt?”

“Yes.” He winked at her and she stuck her tongue out. So did Spencer. He licked at her bare foot since it ended up in his face. His little tongue tickled and caused wriggling and squirming, which caused confusion for Juan, who had no idea why the girl on him was having some kind of attack.

“Pupppppy, stahhhhhp,” she moan-laughed. She didn’t want to just kick her foot or yank it away and accidentally hurt him. It took a few seconds for her to be sure of where he was and then cross her leg over the other ankle, out of range of any terriers.

“What was he doing?”

“Licking my baby toe.”

“Are you going to be lying on me for long?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“I want more of this.” Her friend reached for his glass sitting on the little ledge behind his head. It had melting ice in it. Christina made iced coffee with fancy cold brew from the gourmet market. It was delicious. “If you’re just visiting, I can wait until you get up. If you plan to be here for a while, let me go get more and then you can come back.”

“You can go get a refill if you bring me one too. Thanks.” She stretched forward to smooch the unsuspecting player on the lips, and then carefully removed herself from his person. She sat Indian-style by the dogs so that she could pet them and remind them how spoiled they were, and how lucky they were not to have to go to “work” at the barn yet.

Also on her mind was how lucky she was not to have to be working at almost noon either, and how surprising it was that she could feel pretty relaxed about that. Christina was being incredibly “good” about her training, both in and out of the tack. She was back to working diligently but intelligently, the way she was able to do before André’s transfer set off a bomb in her routine. It was so much easier to feel prepared and calm about her riding and her horses when she knew she was doing everything right for them and for herself. Her heart kept trying to spiral out of control with anticipation and anxiety about the Olympics, but her brain kept telling it to calm down and be reasonable, reminding her that she was doing everything she possibly could, and that if she went to Tokyo and totally blew it, it wouldn’t be because of something she did in the build-up. Recognizing how good a place she was in was somewhat bittersweet, however, because it meant that it took an entire year to get back to “right” and “good”, and to her that was a year wasted. The horses especially had limited time and jumps to waste, but so did she. Christina couldn’t see herself extending her prime riding into her 40’s or even later like some of her colleagues.

“As it turns out,” she told Spencer, mostly, since Lucky was reluctant to open his eyes and acknowledge her attention. “All I really need in life is special ponies and a nice place to ride them, special boys and nice environments in which to cuddle with them, and enough free time to do stuff with Lulu Schü, because he deserves his Mom and because he makes me wanna die from laughter, and happy-cry at how cute he is, and- Yes, and you guys too.” The rider rolled her eyes at the tricolor terrier, who reached out with a paw to tap her hand when she got caught up in her explanation and stopped petting his little head. “Don’t tell him I told you, but Juanin said he misses you guys sometimes. Everyone loves you.” The rider bent down to kiss her puppy, and then looked around for her phone. There were a lot of pillows on the daybed, and displaced towels bunched up or folded from her moving about.

I need to know when Stef wants to do her lesson so I know how much time I have to do nothing, in case Juanin wants to do an actual thing. I’m fine not riding until like 7, and if she wants to ride late too then we can go into the city and...whatever. I dunno what he wants to see. Ooo, there it is. Her phone, setting a new record for single case usage, was close to falling off the side of the cushion, partially concealed by a towel.  

“No response from Stef but Schü says his back is fucked up again,” Christina reported to her canine kids with a frown.

“Fucked up how? I hope it doesn’t hurt too much :(“ Way to make me immediately feel guilty about relaxing and reveling in how great everything is, she snorted inside.

“Here, for you, carina,” Juan said when he handed over a hard plastic cup with her coffee, milk, and ice. It was already sweating in the heat. He wiped his glass, sans milk, with one of the towels once he’d climbed over the dogs to get back to his spot.

“Did you want to see anything or go anywhere? Or is being a bum around the house all afternoon okay?” An extremely tan, sun-bleached, well-caffeinated and small sized human approached him much the way the dogs approached when they knew they were going to lay down and stay a while but didn’t yet know exactly where or in what fashion. Christina was debating in her head about how she could resume lying on him on her stomach and still be able to sip from her straw. “I didn’t really plan any activities because I was going to ride now and then maybe go out later. Later activities are different than midday activities.”

“Show me your favorite place to eat lunch- late lunch,” the Spaniard clarified. “In a few hours. For now, bum.”

“I like that you like being a bum.”

“I like your bum.” He sat up to swat her butt while she lingered on two knees and one hand, trying to figure out how to get comfortable.

“Can you sit up more actually and I sit between your legs? I promise not to sit on your balls.”

“You always end up sitting on my balls.”

“Well hold them out of the way then and it won’t happen.” The rider rolled her eyes and then quickly climbed over his left thigh to settle in front of him and use him like a backrest. This isn’t as good as staring at his handsome face, she rued. But at least I can drink my drink and operate my phone, and he can rub my tummy, she smiled to herself when she felt a familiar hand settle on her stomach.

“You have become very skilled at relaxing, baby girl,” the hand’s owner yawned.

“Uhhuh. You sound like you need a nap.”

“I always need a nap.”

“You’re an old man.”

“Thanks.”

“I was with Lukas in the store the other day and an old man like you thought I was his babysitter, like I didn’t look old enough to be his mom. I love that old man.”

“Mhm.”

“Are you falling asleep?”

“No.”

“What would you be thinking about if you were?”

“Reaching into your shorts.”

“Honestly, babe, how are you surviving celibacy between visits, or are you not still doing that?” By “that” I mean not sleeping with other people. I assume that’s still true, Christina thought with only a very small measure of certainty. I didn’t have sex on the brain right now, but I can see why he would if he’s really not having any with anyone else. Especially since we didn’t even do that last night.

“Pass.”

“What?”

“Pass. Next question.”

“Does that mean you’re not?” She instinctively went to turn around to see his face, but Juan saw that coming and distracted her by slipping his palm into her loose shorts and gently sliding his fingertips down between her legs. Still, he could probably feel that she was tense because of his words rather than his actions.  

“It means I don’t want to talk about it,” he informed her with finality. She couldn’t read it though, so she persisted.

“But-“

“No, it doesn’t mean that,” he assured. The rider could feel him move around behind her and assumed it was to put his glass back on the ledge, as she soon found herself in the middle of both of his arms, not just his legs. His left hand replaced the right where it rested on her stomach before. She relaxed back against him a little, letting her head fall to one side. The Spanish player very quickly acknowledged that by pushing a small kiss into her neck. Christina closed her eyes.

“It would be okay if you weren’t,” she told him, hoping to sound ambivalent despite actually feeling the opposite. I would hate it, but it would be fair. It’s not like I’m faithful to him. “Do you want to?”

“Sleep with other girls?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“You know what sucks about this whole Olympic thing?”

“Figuring out how to find food in Japan that isn’t fish?”

“I never know if people are telling the truth or they’re just trying to protect my feelings until after, because they’re afraid the truth will upset me and ruin everything.”

“I’m not lying to you, baby girl.” Juan’s vow came with another distraction measure- he started moving his fingers back and forth across the narrowing fabric of her ultra-soft cotton underwear, slowly and delicate. His wrist was holding the waistband of the shorts out of the way and that other hand dragged the bottom of her shirt up some, so she could feel a breeze from the fan above.

“But how can you stand it?” His actions reminded her just how difficult it would be for her to live without regular sex. It was hard enough to live without those special fingers of his when he wasn’t around, despite frequent access to another player’s fingers.

“You can’t seem to go more than two weeks without seeing me, and then you use me like a sex toy so-“ The one who played in West London got an elbow to the gut. “Ow. Bad angel!” Christina sipped her coffee and then emitted a refreshed “ahhh”.

“But seriously, how do you stand it?”

“I don’t know. I was away anyway. I did miss being with you though...” Juan put his chin on her head and moved his hand back and forth over her navel. She had every intention of making up for any sex deficit, particularly oral sex, but wanted at least the time it would take to finish leisurely drinking her second coffee first. So she rotated her head and leaned all the way to the right so she could see him and offer a real kiss to hold him over.

“I always miss being with you,” she said quietly after that kiss and before a second, unplanned one. Both were sort of on the side of his mouth because it was hard to turn enough for a more conventional smooch. The player removed his hand from between her underwear and her shorts, and helped to hold her head where he could give her a kiss of his own, with soft, slightly sugar-sweetened lips and a bitter coffee tongue.

“Obviously, or you wouldn’t be picturing so many different ways you want me to fuck you.” He grinned a mischievous little smile at close range when he was finished checking to see if her mouth tasted any different thanks to the cream in her iced coffee.

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If College Football Teams Were National Soccer Clubs, Which Ones Would They Be?

If there’sone thing that followers who love all the popular American plays and soccer wantit’s obvious: We want ournon-futbol-loving peers and favorite plays media personalities to come around, too.

So, you could imagine any football fan’s amusement when an ESPN radio hostsaid he could eventually get down with soccer once he figured out that it was just like college football, but for the world.

ppl reading england is more like notre madam. i see it. #TheRightTime

— El Flaco (@ bomani_jones) June 28, 2016

And, yes, college football is definitelythe perfect analogy in American boasts to compare to soccer. No other athletic emphasizes institution and culture in the same way college football does.

No other play stressesthe importanceof home-field advantage like college football does. And no other athletic stimulates till-death-do-us-part love like college football does.

But, actually ?!

Is that all you guys needed to hear is capable of being jump on board the bandwagon? Why didn’t you just say so?

Here’s what the top football programs would be if they were national teams.

Miami Brazil

Both of these programsdominated the ’9 0s and the early 2000 s. Both of them have the most memorable empires in their respective plays since they are did it with flair.

Now, both are in a slump that has no definite tip in sight.

Michigan Argentina

Both make up one-half of the greatest struggle in their respected boasts. Both too have done simply enough winning and have made exactly enough top actors that they can still look down upon other programs.

Still, it’s been multiple decades since either has acquired a entitle, which means they’re “-A” platforms, for now.

Oregon Belgium

Despite neither having given aprecedent as afootball powerhouse, Belgium and Oregon have become two of the trendier appoints in their arenas.

Both fell upon a goldmine of physically talented promises within the past five years, but you get the sense that, like Oregon, if Belgium doesn’t win soon, their opening won’t bide open forever.

Arizona USA

On their day, either of these squads can beat anyone in the game. Realistically though, both programs are from places in the world where endowment is scarce, and that fact will always keep them from rising above a certain ceiling.

In the same way that AU can brag that its campus is better than anyone else’s when they lose, America can basically do the same to whatever country it loses to.

Texas The Netherlands

Like the Netherlands, Texas has created some of the bestplayers ever and is just a degree below Miami, all things considered, when it comes to the coolest program to support, the same way Holland is just behindBrazil.

Both programs, though, havefailed to keep up with the ways their peers have grown, and it demo in how they’ve dramatically fallen off. Holland’s didn’t even qualify for the Euros. And Texas? Well, who know when we’ll ever recognize them in the college football playoff.

USC France

France and USC are the perfect composites for platforms that give cool units to corroborate from cool targets to live. Still, their refer and its own history far outweightheir capabilities at this point.

And , not to mention, dumb arguings keep coming up for both.USC having a manager get into drinking trouble and a player stirring up a imitation floor about saving a drowning toddler is almost as wacky as French participates being arrested forblackmailing teammates over a sex tape.

Ohio State Germany

The influence of both Germany and Ohio State is prevalent of all the countries. The rise of both of their programs has provided a divulge from the tyranny of Spain and Alabama over their respective sports.

The question is, are able to keep the momentum going from the championship each triumphed during the 2014 season and squeeze out another trophy from their current grades?

Alabama Spain

Spain had a span success that was similar to Bama’s in that it won three entitles in six years old, which led to everyone was intended to do stuffs the Spanish way.

People wanted to use Spanish playing forms. Parties wanted to develop potentials the course Spanish people do. And the worst component? Precisely when you thought they were done reign, a brand-new class of amazing talents rose behind to change veterans. Throw in the egotistical devotees that expect to win everything and you have Bama.

Notre Dame England

Like Notre Dame, English football is known for having lucrative Tv contracts and unending cachet to its game.

Like ND, England’s name is much more valuable than its actual team.

Once in a while, they’ll do well enough to earn their space to the big game( see ND vs. Bama, circa 2012) and when they do, it becomes clear that they’re not even in the same conference as the top dogs.

Oklahoma Mexico

You can never count either curriculum out ever. They’re part of a select group of crews that will exactly ever be good.

Still, compared to the rest of the teams in that group, they’re actually simply the best of a bad cluster( Mexico in CONCACAF and OU in the BIG 12 ).

Stanford Switzerland

Stanford is like Switzerland in that you don’t certainly is looking forward to to acquire. You’re only surprised that their programs have formed it to a point that they can consistently win.

And it’s also recreation pointing out when these two programs grow enormous musicians.( Did you know that Andrew Luck is really smart and went to Stanford ?) Who knew such enormous concoctions could come from such prissy places.

LSU Italy

If we’re going to be honest, neither of these crews have been rendering enormous class of endowment lately.

Still, getting a profession coaching either of these squads feels like it will always be a top-five gig in video games. And, despite the aptitude lack, you wouldn’t be surprised if either procured its way to a trophy any devoted time because you can always count on them to have good defenses.

Clemson Colombia

Clemson is one of those schools that has enough history to make it a respected brand name in football, hadn’t been much of a serious contender lately. That is, until the past two years.

Now, these two programs are the ones you look to as units that any neutral devotee can root for, especially those looking for a change at the top.

Baylor Chile

Like Baylor, Chile comes from an area where it’s very easy to fall behind the shade of the conventional supremacies( reckon Texas and now suppose Brazil ).

But while those conventional powers have passed, these two programs have taken full advantage. Baylor has proven itself on multiple reasons to be best available program in Texas the mode Chile has in South America.

Houston Wales

You don’t know how either is supplanting, you just know that they are.

Boise State Iceland

Both hail from situates you’re not sure you can pinpoint on the map and have been very stealthilygaining force before having their large-scale moment.

No matter whereIceland get from here, they’ll always have a win overEngland on their resume, the same way Boise State will ever have that 2007 Fiesta Bowl win against Oklahoma.

Florida Portugal

Both have a deceptive reputation in that when you look at their biographies, you’ll discover they’re not nearly as good historically as the other curricula we compare them to.

Both had been plagued by an inabilityto get their hands on the right coach-and-fours nor the right young players.Because of that, it hasn’t been much fun following either for the better part of the past five years.

Turkey Penn State

Neither has done anything for us lately. At this degree, the most valuable resource that either has to its refer is maybe the craziest crowd in their respective sports.

Tennessee Croatia

They have the endowment to do damage every couple of years and before tournaments embark, looking at their listing clears it seducing to choice them as a dark horse.

And they might be able to draw away a startle once in awhile if their disposal wasn’t in shambles.

TCU Uruguay

Like Uruguay, the post-2 010 surge that TCU has suffered feels like it comes down “out of nowhere.” But there was a stage in time when TCU reigned; it’s only that no one recollects it.

TCU’s two national entitles between 1935 and 1938 are just as sneaky of accomplishments as Uruguay’s 1930 and 1950 World Cups.

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