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The man I had a crush on at work was in my bed.
Not just any man. René. The same René who barely spoke to me in the office, never flirted with me and acted as though I was just another colleague.
Yet there he was, looking at me like I was the only woman in the world.
I should have been asking questions.
Instead, I was terrified of doing anything that might make the moment end.
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Tywin Lannister was the most competent ruler Westeros ever had, and the realm would have thrived under his hand.
Love him or hate him, he understood power, politics, economics, and the importance of stability better than most kings. He was ruthless, certainly, but Westeros needed a leader who could command respect, not just inherit a crown. Even his enemies knew that.
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会社を出ようとしたそのとき、警備員に呼び止められた。
「すみません、お客様。その荷物を持ち出すことはできません。」
私は困惑して尋ねた。
「荷物？ 何のことですか？」
警備員は私のデスクの横に置かれた段ボール箱を指さした。
「こちらです。今朝、お客様宛てに届けられました。」
私は首を横に振った。
「私は何も注文していませんよ。」
警備員は配送記録を確認し、眉をひそめた。
「お客様のお名前が記載されています。代理の方が受け取りのサインをされています。」
私は近づいて、箱に貼られた送り状を確認した。
そこには私のフルネームと自宅の住所が印刷されていた。
しかし、不思議なことが一つあった。
差出人の名前が、完全に空欄だった。
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When black magic goes wrong, you end up with a glowing eyed Mr. Wrinkles and a ticking “discount lava lamp” that no amount of spells can contain. They’ve already burned through twelve different attempts. Magic won’t fix it. Covering it in concrete and dumping it in the ocean is the “responsible” adult plan. One of them still thinks it might boomerang straight back, and another just wants a better place to hide it somewhere magic itself can’t escape.
The real problem isn’t the creature. It’s what happens when the spell you cast refuses to stay where you put it.
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夫とのカフェのあと、私はすぐに答えを出さなかった。
二週間が過ぎた。
その間、義父からの電話は減ったが、完全に止まったわけではなかった。義母は一度だけメッセージを送ってきた。
「息子をこんなに苦しめて、あなたは満足なの？」
私は既読をつけただけで、返信しなかった。
会社では新しい諮問委員会が動き始めていた。長い付き合いの取締役二人が、私の判断を冷静に補ってくれるようになった。父が遺してくれたものを、私一人の肩だけで抱えなくていいと感じたのは、それが初めてだった
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I honestly struggle to believe there is a God.
Think about it for a second. You are born into this world, and from childhood, you're told that an invisible being created you, watches over you, listens to your prayers and determines your eternal destination. Yet, you've never seen this being.
You're told to love him, fear him, worship him and obey his commandments. And if you fail, despite being human and imperfect, you risk spending eternity burning in hell.
But here's what I struggle to understand: If God is all-loving, all-knowing and all-powerful, how does eternal punishment reconcile with that love?
He supposedly sent his only son to die for humanity, yet millions of people will still perish because they didn't believe, didn't obey or simply lived their lives differently.
How does that make sense?
Why should the circumstances of your birth, the religion you were introduced to, or the beliefs you inherited determine your eternal fate?
I'm not saying I have all the answers. I'm simply questioning something I've been expected to accept without question for most of my life.
If God wants humanity to know him, why does his existence remain one of the biggest unanswered questions in human history?
And before you attack me, I'd genuinely love to hear a logical explanation.
Is faith really a path to truth, or have we simply been taught to call unquestioned belief the truth?
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It’s not coming soon, and @elonmusk isn’t scared.
It’s already live as Tweet.app. A judge said it can’t use the Twitter name, but “Tweet” and the bird are fair game.
Thousands of people signed up just because they miss old Twitter.
जल्दी ही ट्विटर नाम से एक ऐप आने वाला है जो X को टक्कर देगा,
जिससे एलन Musk काफी डरे हुए हैं @grok पूरा मामला क्या है !!
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My roommate and I started topless Sundays as a joke and it escalated every single week until we were doing a lot more than just being topless
My female roommate and I have always been comfortable around each other. We change in front of each other, share a bathroom, whatever. One hungover Sunday she took her bra off and said "it's topless Sunday" and threw it at the ceiling fan. I laughed and took my shirt off too. We spent the whole day in just shorts and nothing else, watching TV, making brunch, being lazy.
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He Almost Gave Up on His Dream
Tunde had been saving money for almost a year to start his own business. He skipped unnecessary expenses, turned down outings with friends, and worked extra hours whenever he could.
When he finally had enough money, he bought the things he needed and opened a small shop.
The first few weeks were exciting. He imagined how things would look when customers started coming in regularly.
But reality hit differently.
Some days, nobody walked through the door. Other days, he made sales that couldn't even cover his daily expenses.
After three months, he was running out of money. His friends advised him to close the shop and find something else to do.
For a moment, he considered it.
Then one morning, he noticed something. People who came around often asked for products he didn't stock. He had been so focused on making sales that he hadn't paid attention to what his customers actually wanted.
He changed his products, adjusted his prices, and started telling people in the neighbourhood about his business.
Things didn't improve overnight, but slowly, more customers started coming.
A few months later, the shop was finally making enough to keep running.
Tunde learned something he would never forget: sometimes, the answer isn't to quit. It's to understand what you're doing wrong and try a different approach.
Life won't always reward your hard work immediately. Sometimes, you need patience, honesty, and the courage to change your strategy.
Don't give up on a dream just because your first attempt didn't work. Learn, adjust, and try again.
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友情を壊す可能性のある「3つの点」が存在する。
誰かが文字を入力している時に、小さなグレーの吹き出しの中に現れる点だ。
彼女が考え直すと消える。
やっぱり言わないでおこうと決めると、また戻ってくる。
今夜、私はレンの画面でそれが6回も繰り返されるのを見ていた。
レンが入力中…
消えた。
レンが入力中…
消えた。
スマホを置くべきだった。それなのに、私はベッドに横たわり、まるで彼女が言おうとしていることが自分の人生を変えてしまうかのように、画面を顔からわずか十数センチの距離で見つめていた。
レン: 起きてる？
私: ううん。
レン: へ理屈ばっかり。
私: 私の（俺の）こと好きなくせに。
考える前に送信してしまった。私の親指が画面の上で静止する。
冗談の中に隠せる言葉というものがある。「好きなくせに」は私の一番のお気に入りだった。
友達同士なら、そんなことだって言う。「もう私がいなくて寂しい？」「私に夢中なんでしょ」「代わりに私と結婚してよ」
どんな本音も、その後に笑ってみせれば害のないものになった。
レンはハートのリアクションを返してきた。
レン: あいにくね。
私はその「あいにく」という言葉が言葉に見えなくなるまで、じっと見つめていた。
すると、別のメッセージが届いた。
レン: 眠れなくて。
私: どうしたの？
彼女はすぐには返事をしなかった。そうした時の意味を理解できるくらいには、私は彼女のことをよく知っていた。
何かがあったのだ。
レンは傷ついている時、口を閉ざす。その代わり、いつも以上に面白く、騒がしく振る舞う。バカバカしい動画を送ってきては、元々の話題なんて最初から存在しなかったかのように巧みに話題をそらすのだ。
たいていの人は、彼女にそうさせておいた。
でも、私は違った。
私: 『なんでもない』なんて言わないでよ。お見通しなんだから。
入力中の吹き出しが現れては消え、また現れた。
レン: 時々、自分の人生が違っていたらなって思うんだ。
胸が締めつけられた。
私: どんな風に違っていたら？
レン: 私たちがもっと早く出会っていたらどうなってたかなって、考えたことある？
息が止まった。
『ずっと考えてる』と打ち込んだ。
消した。
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They didn't just take the land. They took the standard of what 'perfect' even looks like, then sold it back to everyone as the only real version. And a lot of people still believe it.
And @grok Is there any scientific evidence as to why Black men have bigger penises?
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【第1部】家族を支配しようとする義母
私はユミ。タカシと結婚して、6歳になる娘がいる。
結婚当初、義母の佐藤さんはとても優しい人だと思っていた。しかし、一緒に過ごす時間が増えるにつれて、彼女の本当の性格が見えてきた。
料理を作れば「味が薄い」と言われ、娘の世話をすれば「母親としてまだまだね」と批判される。
しかも、義母は私たちの家に突然やって来て、何の相談もなく家のことを決めてしまう。
ある日、娘が私にこう言った。
「ママ、おばあちゃんがね、ママよりおばあちゃんの言うことを聞きなさいって言ってたよ」
その言葉を聞いて、私はもう我慢できなくなった。
義母に、私たちの家庭に干渉しすぎないでほしいと伝えた。
しかし、夫のタカシはこう言った。
「母さんは僕の親なんだから、少しくらい我慢してくれないか」
その言葉に、私は深く傷ついた。
数日後、義母から突然、家族全員で話し合いたいと言われた。
義実家に行くと、義母は真剣な顔で言った。
「タカシと孫には、これから私の家で一緒に暮らしてほしいの」
私はすぐに反対した。
「申し訳ありませんが、私たちには私たちの生活があります」
すると義母は、私をじっと見つめて言った。
「あなたは何も知らないのね。この家族には、息子があなたにまだ話していないことがあるのよ」
その瞬間、タカシの顔から血の気が引いた。
義母は古い封筒をテーブルの上に置いた。
「これを読んでから、あなたがこの家族に残るべきかどうか決めなさい」
タカシは慌てて叫んだ。
「母さん、お願いだからやめてくれ！」
私は震える手で、その封筒を開けた……。
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七年間の喜び
イェスミとジョイ
手をつなぎ始めた春の日
七年の月日が流れた
朝の光に
二人の影が重なり
コーヒーの湯気に笑顔が浮かぶ
喧嘩の夜も
朝には必ず和解のキス
それが当たり前になった
電車の中で
指先がそっと触れ合うだけで
世界が優しくなる
誕生日に
手作りのケーキと手紙
「また一年、ありがとう」
雨の日も雪の日も
同じ傘の下で歩き
同じ布団で眠る
七年目の冬
窓の外は白いけれど
部屋の中は温かい
イェスミの笑い声
ジョイの優しい目
それがすべてだった
これからも
ただ一緒にいるだけで
十分な喜びが続く
手を離さないまま
もう少し、もう少し
この物語を紡いでいこう
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[mf] I met a married MILF and glazed her pvssy with my cum
I never thought this kind of stuff actually happens until it happened to me a few summers ago when I worked a summer job at a home improvement store.
I’m 33, but was 29 at the time. Needed extra money as a single guy and had time to kill on the weekend mornings. So I got a job working in the windows and doors department. It was a decent job.
One evening a very talkative woman and her bossy husband came in to get windows for a house they were remodeling. She annoyed me at first. Then, as I’m drafting the dimension on the computer, she comes right up to my side and starts really laying on the flirting, exposing her cleavage (she had big, and I believe fake tits, but they were nice). She was probably in her early 50s. She smelled amazing. Needless to say I was very taken by surprise and got instantly hard, my heart was fluttering and stomach going wild.
I just went with it, totally not like me. I literally just said, “you smell so amazing” while glaring down her shirt making sure she could see. She then put her hand on my crotch and felt my hard-on through my jeans. I seriously almost came. I was floored. Then she just slips me her real estate agent card and tells me to call her to come out and do an estimate.
The night goes by, probably jerked it off when I got home. I called her the next day, acted professional and set up the estimate. She sounded cute on the phone, but no talk of anything beyond me coming out to measure the windows.
I get to the house and it’s just her there. I’m still not sold anything other than measuring windows is gonna be happening. But sure enough, I walk in and she is wearing a sexy, even somewhat ridiculous, over the top outfit. Lace and all. It worked though. Got me instantly in the mood, like any man.
She said I knew what I was really there for and she proceeds to slide off her top, exposing her huge tits. She grabs my hand and takes me upstairs, pushing me on the bed and removing my jeans with my briefs, my cock flopping out. She starts going to town on my dick with her lips (also looked like work was done on them, not that I fucking cared. It just added to her sluttiness). Thankfully she stopped sucking because I was about to blow two minutes in. She stands up, removes her panties and climbs on top. She looked 50, but her pussy was fucking heaven. Tight and smooth. She rode me like an animal, then reached back and grabbed my balls. She was quite loud, which I wouldn’t normally be into but I just went with it.
I grabbed her and sat up, flipping her over and started pounding the shit out of her. She told me to cum in her, which practically made me blow my load immediately. I let it get deep and then pulled out, letting my load drip out of her.
We went to the bathroom pretty quick and cleaned up with towels. She then told me they already got windows from somewhere else and didn’t need them measured. We bid goodbye and I pretty much went on my way. We texted off and on for the next month or so but never got together again and our conversation phased out. But damn, Donna, I remember you.
I told my wife I was going to fuck her ass
Wife and I have been together since we were 16, now 27. Married 4 years, 2 kids. We have been each other's first everything. I, as most men seem to be, have always had the fascination and desire to put it in my wife's ass. She's tall with legs for days and a fat ass. Over the last year of her starting to read again (smut), she has been more open to my leading new ideas. Example being a gentle but firm hand on the throat - nothing crazy. Along with that, has came ass eating and finger play as I go down on her, a finger, then a thumb in doggy.
Last night, sex as normal. Slow sensual foreplay, evolving into me eating her pussy like I need it to live (my favorite part of sex). She guides me in to missionary while stroking my cock, and then I start to fuck her slowly, making out while I press on her throat. I take my thumb and shove it into her mouth, she sucks it and plays with her tongue. I slide down and go down on her again, really focusing on her asshole now while I finger her. I'm starting to spread it open, spit in it, and pressing with a finger. I flip her over, and go right back to fucking her from behind. Her asshole is begging me for it, so I pull out, finger her really hard from behind while I eat her ass as messy as I can, spitting on her asshole, in her asshole. At this point she's so relaxed my tongue can press in a little bit. I take my fingers out of her pussy, and shove one all the way into her ass. My right hand stays clean and I start to rub her clit. She pressed her ass back into my hands and I slide another finger in. At this point I suck all the juice I can from her pussy and spit it into her ass with my 2 fingers in till it.
Now I'm sliding my fingers in and out, and as I look at my raging hard cock, I think it's not much wider than my 2 fingers side by side. I start to lean down and bite her ear, I say "baby I want to put it in your ass so bad" and she responds she's scared it'll hurt. I rub her clit harder as I introduce a 3rd finger to her ass, gently and slowly. "Does that hurt baby?" She says no through her moans. Back to 2 fingers I put my cock back in her pussy and tell "baby I'm gonna fuck your ass" I have 2 fingers in her ass, my right thumb on her clit, and my cock slowly sliding in and out of her pussy. She says "baby nooooo" in the way that you know after a time with someone - doesn't actually mean no.
I take everything out of her, and rub her clit with my right hand. I go from on my knees, to one leg up to get a good angle, and start to press my cock on her asshole. She shys away, I spit and shove my fingers back in again, they go in effortlessly. I tell her to relax, and slide my cock in. First one inch, then 2, then 3. It's about halfway in at this point and she hasn't made a sound other than the slow exhale. I ask her if she likes it, she says she doesn't know. I reach down and start rubbing her clit again, at which point she moans differently than ever before. I slide the rest of me into her ass, until there is nothing left. I slowly slide out, and it takes my breath. Now I'm slowly sliding in and out, all the way to the head but not all the way out as I'm scared if it comes out she won't let me put it back in. She cums on my right hand as I'm slowly fucking her ass. Her asshole tightens down on my cock with each pulse. She collapses down from doggy into almost prone, and says we might need to stop. I can't. In the moment I pull it out, and immediately start to eat her pussy again. My right hand 2 fingers in from below, my left hand has 2 fingers in her ass. I take her left leg, bend it up, and press my cock against her ass again after spitting on her hole and my cock. I say "good girl" and I feel her ass relax, giving me permission to slide back in.
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The biggest difference between book Brienne and show Brienne isn’t her appearance; it’s how deeply the books emphasize the cruelty she experiences because of it.
In the books, Brienne of Tarth is described as unusually large, broad-shouldered, awkward-looking, freckled, and far from the traditional beauty expected of a noblewoman. Her appearance becomes a constant source of ridicule, humiliation, and rejection in Westerosi society.
The show gives us Gwendoline Christie, whose portrayal captures Brienne’s imposing physical presence, strength, vulnerability, and unwavering sense of honour. However, the adaptation doesn’t fully explore just how much her appearance shapes the way other characters treat her.
What makes Brienne remarkable is that she never allows society’s definition of femininity to determine her worth. She doesn’t need to be beautiful, charming, or traditionally feminine to be worthy of respect. She earns it through courage, loyalty, discipline, and a sense of honour that many supposedly noble knights lack.
Book Brienne makes you understand the cruelty of Westeros. Show Brienne makes you admire the woman who refuses to be broken by it.
And that’s what makes her one of the most compelling characters in Game of Thrones.
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Blind Taste
Raymond Brooks and Marcus Cole had been rivals for nearly three years. Both were talented chefs, but their cooking styles couldn't have been more different. Raymond was disciplined and precise, while Marcus relied on instinct and rarely followed recipes.
They had competed against each other in several major cooking competitions, and neither had ever hidden his dislike for the other.
So when they signed up for America's latest cooking competition, they were shocked to discover they had been paired together.
The host announced the challenge: they had to prepare a three-course meal in the same kitchen, completely blindfolded. They wouldn't be allowed to remove their blindfolds until the judges had tasted their food.
"You're kidding me," Raymond muttered.
Marcus chuckled. "Try not to burn anything. I'd hate to lose because of you."
The competition began, and things quickly became chaotic.
"Where's the salt?" Raymond shouted.
"To your left!"
"That's the pepper!"
"Then stop grabbing everything!"
Their constant arguments wasted valuable time. Neither wanted to take instructions from the other, and their kitchen was becoming a mess.
Eventually, Raymond took a breath.
"Look, we can argue after this. You handle the sauce, I'll handle the vegetables. Just tell me before you move anything."
For once, Marcus agreed without arguing.
They slowly found their rhythm. Raymond called out measurements, Marcus adjusted the seasoning, and both learned to communicate before making a move.
When the clock finally stopped, they removed their blindfolds and examined their dishes. The presentation wasn't perfect, but the food looked surprisingly impressive.
The judges tasted everything before announcing their verdict.
"Your teamwork was questionable at first, but the flavors are excellent. You've created something neither of you could have achieved alone."
Raymond glanced at Marcus.
"Don't get used to working with me."
Marcus smiled. "Trust me, I wasn't planning to."
They laughed as they left the kitchen.
Their rivalry wasn't over, but they had discovered something unexpected: sometimes, the biggest challenge isn't beating your competition. It's learning how to work with them.
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I discovered my husband had gotten his mistress pregnant, but what he asked me to do afterward was something I never imagined any wife would be expected to accept.
We had been married for nine years and had a seven-year-old daughter. I thought we were going through a difficult season, not that he was building another family behind my back.
When I confronted him, he admitted the affair had lasted almost a year.
I was devastated, but he kept insisting that he still loved me and didn't want to lose our marriage.
Then he told me his mistress was pregnant.
I asked him what he planned to do.
His answer left me speechless.
He wanted me to let the baby become part of our family, continue living with him, and accept that he would always be involved in the other woman's life.
When I refused, he said I was punishing an innocent child.
But he hadn't finished explaining his plan...
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父が亡くなってから、うちの黒猫は玄関で寝るようになった。
以前は父の帰宅する夕方だけ、玄関のたたきに座っていた。ところが葬儀が終わっても、毎晩そこへ行く。私が呼んでも振り向かず、鍵を開ける音がすると、真っ先に顔を上げた。
クロがうちに来たのは、父がまだ元気だった頃だ。
ある晩、酔っ払って帰ってきた父が、上着の中から小さな黒い子猫を出した。近所の駐車場で鳴いていたらしい。
「お父さん、何拾ってきたの！」
「ほら、かわいいだろ」
「かわいいけど、うちで飼えるの？」
父は笑っていたが、翌朝には酔いもさめ、私に叱られながら動物病院へ連れて行った。結局、飼い主を探しても見つからず、うちで引き取ることになった。
名前はクロ。父が勝手につけた。
ご飯を買うのも、トイレを掃除するのも私なのに、クロは父ばかり追いかけた。父が新聞を広げれば上に乗り、テレビを見れば膝に座る。私が抱き上げようとすると、するりと逃げていった。
「世話してるのは私なんだけど」
「猫にも好みがあるんだよ」
父は得意げだった。
そんな父が病気になり、入退院を繰り返すようになった。
家に帰ってくるたび、クロは父の足元を離れなかった。父も以前ほど遊んでやれなくなっていたが、座椅子に腰を下ろすと、必ずクロの背中を撫でていた。
父が亡くなったのは、それからしばらくしてのことだった。
葬儀が終わり、親戚が帰った夜、玄関にクロがいた。
「クロ、父さんはもう帰ってこないよ」
声をかけても動かなかった。
私自身、仕事から帰るとつい「ただいま、父さん」と言いそうになることがあった。玄関に父の靴がないのを見て、ようやく思い出す。
クロも同じなのだろうと思った。
ところが、ある寒い夜、布団に入っていると足元に何かが触れた。
クロだった。
今まで私の布団に入ったことなど一度もなかったのに、勝手に潜り込み、足元で丸くなった。
翌日も、また翌日も来た。
「今さら私のところに来るの？」
そう言いながら布団を少し持ち上げると、クロは当然のように入ってきた。
それから十数年、私たちは一緒に暮らした。
クロもすっかり年を取り、階段を上がるのが苦手になった。以前は嫌がっていた爪切りも、おとなしくさせてくれるようになった。
先月から食欲が落ち、動物病院にも通った。できることはしたけれど、年齢を考えると厳しい状態だった。
昨日、クロが亡くなった。
最後の数日はほとんど寝ていたのに、前の晩、ふらふらと立ち上がって玄関まで歩いていった。
父を待っていた頃と同じ場所だった。
私は後を追い、玄関に座り込んだ。
「クロ、もう父さんのところに行きたいの？」
クロは返事をする代わりに、私の足に体を寄せてきた。
抱き上げると、昔よりずいぶん軽くなっていた。
父が酔っ払って連れ帰った時は、正直、面倒なことをしてくれたと思った。
けれど父がいなくなってから、家に帰ると必ずクロがいた。つらい日も、誰とも話したくない日も、玄関を開ければ黒い顔がこちらを見ていた。
父がクロを連れてきた理由は、きっと深く考えてのことではなかったと思う。
それでも、父が連れてきた小さな猫に、私はずいぶん助けられた。
今日、仕事から帰って玄関を開けた。
いつもの場所には誰もいない。
思わず「クロ、ただいま」と言ってしまった。
父が亡くなった頃と同じことを、また繰り返している。
靴を脱ぎながら、しばらく玄関に座っていた。