Popular Fashion 2015: June 2015

Just like in most tut vids where you mask hair and could then use it on any background, I have found an image im trying to mask and save with an alpha channel so im able to then overlay the image to be able to mix and match any background images or even add an animated background while still having it look "correct". And this has to be done all out of photoshop once the image is saved.

Image im trying to mask this image.

http://images5.fanpop.com/image/polls/925000/925853_1326500005253_full.jpg

Now I have been able to "fake it" with most images like in the various tuts, but this one im having a difficult time with., The problems im getting, which I havnt really been able to find a tut that could help with this exact problem, is:

-You can easily make it look great if your adding your own background and make it mask/blend in, but these things dont really work when you have no background image for the blends to be based off. -Im finding when I save out the image im getting minor, yet noticeable color halos or artifacts around the hair that stand out. It is normally not noticeable when your adding the background in photoshop as you can do various things to it to hide it but it dosnt work when you cant use a background image. -The hair being backlit, notice the wispy tuff of hair at the top, in some cases look out of place as I feel its need a more neutral color that can work with any background. I can just mask the hair edge closer but then im losing most of the hair style detail that im wanting to keep, as its iconic to the character. And changing the hue to match still dosnt overcome the first issue with the artifacts around the hair. -Same color issue on the hair near his shoulder, it has a blue tint because of the scene lighting. The hair being fake is alot more translucent then normal hair which makes it catch the light.

Some of these things I know how to overcome, to various degrees. But as a whole im getting a mind blank.. Im hoping some simple advice will put me in the right direction xD

Any help or advice for this situation would be great :) Thanks for any replys.

Source by 00zim00
Mens Hair Styles 2015

I'm scared for the next person...

I don’t go near others anymore…and I’ve been paranoid. I’m also scared for the next person…here’s why.

It was a hard time. I was a young boy going to middle school then... The names started after I lost both of my parents in a car accident. They were coming home from a skiing trip for a vacation, a road trip date, something like that, and they went too fast on the black ice because they were almost home and they were very excited to tell me the news when they got home…but that was destroyed by a drunk driver who was also going over the speed limit and spun out of control.

The police told me they were crushed in between the building and the drunk driver’s large Chevy which had one of those snow things hooked up in front.

They died instantly.

The Chevy’s front was barely crushed in and the airbag saved him. The hook up cut into the side of our mini-van and the drunk driver was the only one who was lucky to walk away from it alive.

The police saved me the gory details of everything else.

I didn’t want to hear anything else anyways. My stomach and the mental images from even imagining the screams of my parents and the sounds of the car spinning out of control and the sounds of the crushing metal and glass.

Christ.

But that wasn’t the end of the bad news.

I heard the rest on my way to the bathroom when I was waiting...

I was going to the bathroom and I found out the reason why they were so excited to come home so quickly. My parents were finally going to get married and my mother…she was a month pregnant.

It was a girl…

I was going to have a little sister…

I was utterly crushed and broken.

I couldn’t stop crying after that. The idea of having to be an older brother, a family that could been brought closer together…a little sister…

I was angry, depressed and I felt completely lost. I had so many mixed emotions. But the day came when they held my parents funerals and I was given over to one of my relatives.

It was my mom’s little sister and her husband. They didn’t have any kids yet and they looked at me like I was a lost hope. The remaining presence of both of my parents…I was a constant reminder of them being lost forever.

They took me in and noticed my distant presence from them and were worried. I would lock myself inside of the room they gave to me. The only times I would come out were to use the bathroom and to eat.

Then I would seclude myself once again and begin drawing, listen to some heavy rock music and write. I even read some comics and some of the books I had.

I even looked outside every now and then and always saw the same old car parked in front of the house. Most times when I looked, I don’t think it ever moved. I started to get bored and even began to count the times I saw it and kept a record. It then became a boring game and I moved onto other things.

I then made myself a little haven inside my room to be left alone in my thoughts for the passing time to recuperate and feel better…but still, nothing I really did inside the room didn’t made me any feel better.

I even resorted to harming myself for since it was strange I would either cut or burn myself and it wouldn’t really hurt. I then found a way to punish myself for my parents deaths… I grinned so much that I could use this as an act of redemption.

More time passed on and my behavior was considered the same old, same old. My aunt and uncle had even tried to cheer me up with trying to do the “family” thing, presents and even being taken out to dinner. They even told me that I could wait on school and do classes whenever I felt like I was ready. I had been out of school for about a few months now.

I then started to grow bored and so withdrawn I had to at least feel something….something…

It wasn’t long after that I then found this pain entertaining...it went from forgiveness to just plain self pleasure. I began to test how long I could last before I felt something.

I even made a twisted little sick game out of it. I became some kind of masochist out of this…it never really hurt anyways.

One time I cut my wrists about eight times before I even felt a burn. Then I would use the lighter to burn away my cuts and then rub alcohol on it to feel even more of the burn. I laughed at how it finally felt like it was on fire. Then I would cut again and pour the rubbing alcohol on it and then soak it onto the bandanas I had to leave a lasting pain.

Then I started to wear long sleeves or hoodies. I didn’t want my aunt and uncle to find out about my new found habit and entertainment.

Then one day I was caught. I knew this would happen eventually. I shrugged it off and explained to them how I first started and now I just like it.

The expressions on their faces seemed more shocked than anything, I just simply added “that it’s better than being addicted to drugs.”

My uncle then got up quickly from his chair and slammed his hands on the table and he then yelled about how unhealthy my mind is to think that it’s normal and to even like hurting myself and he was very upset about this and even how I hide in the room and that tomorrow we were going to send me to a therapist and make me go back to school. He didn’t care that I was into doing it and what I was doing to myself and it was going to stop.

My aunt was shaking and looked at me with tears in her eyes and she couldn’t find any words to say to me that she left from the table and went to her room in where I heard her crying and sobbing.

I couldn’t help but be nonchalant and uncaring. I was so numb and hallow that it didn’t bother me and I said “okay.” Then I went back to my room to continue my little deeds.

It wasn’t long before my uncle came up with some cookies auntie made and had a glass of milk. It was rare for them to do such a thing and he told me that we were going to talk. I merely nodded before reaching out for a cookie and started to eat.

He then sighed and started to talk. He talked about how hard it was on the whole family, how my parents died and that I shouldn’t blame myself for their deaths and I shouldn’t be doing what I was doing, that this was considered frowned upon, that what I had become is a masochist and I may be destroying myself and they really wanted to help me get better.

That’s why they left me alone to get better, tried their hardest to raise me so far and waited until I was ready to go to school. He also apologized on how he bursted out on me downstairs and he never really knew how to be a “parent” to me.

I nodded again quietly understanding and I also apologized. I was sorry I made them feel this was their fault and that I couldn’t help my habit. Especially to auntie. She looks at me as if she saw her sister and I’m just a screw up and I hurt her.

It seemed we came to an understanding but that wasn’t the end of it… As soon as I was halfway through the plate of cookies, I drank half of the milk and suddenly I felt drowsy…I looked to my uncle and glared at him knowing what he had did and I had seen my eyesight go completely black.

The next morning I awoke groggy and found myself tucked in my bed and I tried recall all that night but couldn’t. I tried to remember what happened and all I could recall was that my uncle was talking to me, offered me the milk and then…everything else was a blank.

I tried so hard to remember that my head began to hurt and as hard as I tried to even remember even just a little…it was blank.

My mind just then went to the idea that my uncle had drugged my drink so I could fall asleep. My memory of him giving me the drink supported that idea…and I just flipped out.

I threw around my blankets and I was so pissed that only one thing could patch this up…I decided I needed my daily fix.

I reached in my drawer for the box opener only to find that it was gone. I looked all over my room for the things I hid and they were all gone. I then looked down to my feet and finally remembered that I passed out while talking to my uncle. I was a bit ticked that he would drug me and took all of the blades, alcohol, needles, lighters, matches and even my favorite box opener.

I sat in the middle of the room for a long time feeling once again lost. I then got all sweaty, fidgety and I even went a little…mad. I tried looking for substitutes to at least give me a bit of pain. I used pens, paper, pencils…it got to the point where I was about to use my own fingernails and bite at myself.

Just then, my uncle came in and I ignored him. I was too upset with him right now. He took away all of my tools. I had resorted into this…monster… I didn’t realized how badly I needed the fix…

How badly…I…

I then glared at him and snapped. “WHAT THE HELL?! YOU DRUGGED ME LAST NIGHT DIDN’T YOU?! WHAT GIVES?!”

He looked at me like he was soulless. Like an empty shell. He held his arm tightly and didn’t say nothing while I still fumed from him drugging me up last night.

I then found myself inside his car. We were on our way to see a therapist, a psychologist to help me feel better. I had already given up when I noticed all of my tools were gone. But that didn’t stop me from scratching my wounds to make it bleed while we waited in the waiting room.

It was about an hour wait.

My uncle then took this time to apologize to me once again and it was only to help me. I glared up at him and gritted my teeth. “How are you ‘helping’ me? You drugged me up and you snuck around my room while I was out! Fuck you and your help. I was perfectly fine just by myself in that room. You’re not helping me.” I didn’t even look at him and continued to mess with my wounds and then covered it up with my bandana.

“It was for your own good Daniel…We couldn’t just sit back while you mutilated yourself and be in pain.”

I ignored him after that and wished I hid the items in more clever places.

It wasn’t too long that we met a therapist who just started working here and went by Dr. Lucius Goodman.

He asked me to follow him to his office and had me sit on a cushioned chair and asked if I liked some candy. I couldn’t resist because he had Snickers and Hershey’s. He then placed the candy bowl back and smiled. He was a husky kind of man, wore slacks and a work shirt. His shoes looked like loafers and his bright green eyes gleamed under his glasses. His dark wavy hair seemed well tended and his clean shave and dimples he had just made the aura around him so bright.

I laughed at how the perfect image of doctor was supposed to look like and thought he would look more like a professor.

He then sat down in front of me and grinned. I was caught in awe of how pearly white his teeth were.

“So Daniel. What’s up? Was there something you found amusing a moment ago?”

‘What’s up?’ What kind of adult says that to a kid?

“Nothing much. You’re nothing what you’re supposed to look like…I thought you’d look more like a professor. Also thanks for the chocolate.” I really did like the chocolate.

He seemed to beam a bit from that last comment. Before his look changed drastically. He then became very serious and took hold of my arm and took the bandana off and looked over my cuts and burns. He seemed to study it.

He finally got to ask after looking over each cut and burn marks on my wrists. “How often do you do this to yourself?” “…I don’t really need to tell you.” I replied bitterly and took back my arm from Dr. Goodman.

Dr. Goodman sat back into his seat and rubbed his head. “Well then, how ‘bout we get straight to it then shall we?”

I sat in my seat and I fidgeted and shifted on my chair impatient and wondering how long this was going to take. I was hoping and wishing I could really leave so I wouldn’t have to deal with this strange doctor…then again, I never wanted to deal with anybody at ALL.

“So your parents tell me you have been anti-social and have been hurting yourself such as cutting, burning and stabbing. I agree with them it is not healthy for such a child to be doing this to himself. So the question is…why? What has drove you to even do such a thing? I mean, you’re just a child and clearly this is not the answer. It’s alright, it’s perfectly okay to spill everything. Our doctor to patient privacy rights has made it so whatever it is, it won’t leave this room.”

I remained silent and I continued to shift on my chair trying to show I was clearly uncomfortable even talking to this guy right now. Then I felt something snap inside me. I found my mouth moving by itself and spilled what I’ve been so pissed off about.

“…Did they even tell you that they drugged me up? That they drugged my drink so I could pass out and take away all of the things I used to hurt myself with? I mean come on, who the hell does that to a kid? Drug them up so they can pass out and the people that the kid trusts just go behind their back and do whatever they want. It’s fucking sick.”

The doctor looked at me with a raised eyebrow then smiled.

He. Fucking. Smiled.

“That’s good. You’re finally opening up what’s been on your mind…tell me Daniel, did they really drug you up so you could pass out? You know…that could be an act of child abuse. I don’t think that your aunt and uncle would do this to you, you know. But it doesn’t seem like that would be something they would do to you. You’re the only family they have left of your mother and father.” Dr. Goodman said and held his creepy white grin.

I felt my eye twitching. He was playing it off. It just made me so mad.

“…Didn’t you fucking hear a word I just said…? My uncle and aunt drugged me up and they made me go to sleep.” I about hissed the words out as if he wasn’t even listening to me at all.

“You’re right Daniel. You do need more sleep. It seems to me that you need some anti-depressants, sleeping aid and also maybe some friends. I heard how concerned your aunt and uncle were about how you weren’t associating yourself with the outside world and you can’t shut it out. You need to at least open up, get some of that weight off. How about you take this prescription I am filling out for you and you try to at least do some more recreational activities and maybe make some friends out in the neighborhood?” He smiled again and started to type on his computer.

I was so furious right now. I stood up and I started to yell, “WEREN’T YOU LISTENING TO ME?! I DON’T WANT TO LIVE WITH THEM! THEY COULD POSSIBLY KILL ME IF THEY DRUG ME UP AGAIN! I DON’T WANT ANY DRUGS OR YOUR HELP!”

He continued to type on his computer and started to whistle. It was as though he was ignoring me.

It wasn’t long after that I found myself back inside the car again.

I had a paper bag filled with anti-depressants and some instructions for me to start opening up and another appointment with Dr. Goodman.

My uncle didn’t say a word to me and took me back to the house.

As we pulled up, my aunt stood on the doorstep with her left arm bandaged up. My eyes were fixated on her and I was struck with dumbfounded-ness. Why didn’t I notice her arm this morning? Why didn’t I notice that she hurt herself?

I tried to remember and I remembered her holding her left arm and she was wearing a long shirt this morning…but she was wearing a polo shirt. She must’ve just got back home from work. Did she hurt herself at work?

When we were all sitting around the table in the dining room, they started to discuss how we were going to live from now on, how things were going to be and that I needed to get out of the house more.

I know that was mainly the highlights of that evening but I couldn’t help but stare at my aunt’s covered arm and got lost in thought as to what had happened to her.

It wasn’t long after that I had a very strict schedule that they were going to keep me on so I could go back to school.

It had been about another few weeks…

I started to stick to my schedule and take my medications and even go to bed around nine. I even started to go outside of my room more often.

I then started to go out every other weekend to go bowling, skating, sight see and even out to the movies.

My aunt and uncle were so proud of my current progress that I then got my very own TV and video game system so I could play it in my room. I got new books, clothes and even an iPod.

They said if I continued to keep this up they would get me a laptop and a printer for my stories.

I was quite happy about this too because I started to see that doctor less and less and I felt like I was achieving things so far in life. Then my aunt and uncle finally thought I was ready to go back to school. I started to attend my high school year and started to make friends and started to do well even though I was really behind.

Then I started to hang out with friends at video game nights, sleep overs and even one weekend of camping in the woods near town. It was going so great.

During that week when I was feeling sick in my room, I started reading a book by Shakespeare. It was Hamlet. My aunt brought it home and told me to read to act two because the school I was going to was covering this in their English class. She thought I was going to like Shakespeare…and I did.

I even read Romeo and Juliet and then watched whatever movies that I could rent. They were all about the same but the movie styles were a bit different…

But it wasn’t before long before I noticed the violent malevolent triggering words stuck out and started to catch my attention.

Whenever the words poison, knife, bite my thumb, sword and blood…

The words started to haunt me and I just about had it one day and I just…I just couldn’t take it anymore…

I just felt the need…I felt the trigger being pulled slowly back and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

It started as an itch. A very…irritating itch…it started to claw and scrape and before I knew it…

I felt the underlying craving my innermost self, had wanted.

I started to take my medications a little more, I started to feel myself lose my two months of finally taking back control and actually getting better.

I couldn’t disappoint and let down my aunt and uncle now. I was doing pretty well and I really wanted to get internet once I had my very own laptop and all.

Then I started to wake up in strange places. This started to make my aunt and uncle concerned.

I once awoke after dark in the neighborhood park and they really flipped their shit when the local cops found me.

I had to go see Dr. Goodman more often than I wanted. He gave me different happy pills. Ones that were going to decrease my urges and told me how to better control myself. He told me to take care and use the medication well and not to abuse them. I merely nodded and took them as advised…but the itching started to burn. It started to burn inside of me.

As a week passed over I could just feel myself starting to feel the scars on my arms burn. Burning to be itched. I could feel myself hurting. Actually it was the headaches I started to have. Then the blackouts. I would be in one place then find myself in another. It was exactly like before…then I noticed something after a while…

My aunt and uncle started to flinch whenever I moved my hand across the table to pick up a utensil. They would freak out when I was behind them and then…I saw the bandaids and the unusual bruising. Were my aunt and uncle fighting? Getting abusive over each other?

I grew concerned and I asked one night at the dinner table as to what was going on.

They both assured me it was nothing and that I shouldn’t even be worried. But another two weeks of the same thing going on… My aunt and uncle were practically almost mummies. And I, I felt like I was going crazy over the time I was losing every time I blacked out and it was really affecting my school and my friends started to distance themselves from me.

I felt like I was reverting back to that state when my parents died…

I couldn’t bear this agony anymore and the medications seemed like they weren’t working at all. I decided to double up on my medication that I took for another week and then…total blackout.

It was dark. Like one of those times you have when you know you’re sleeping but it was just black.

Then my blurry sight was of gray, white and dark navy blue shapes.

I felt…so cold. It took me a while to regain my vision before I heard the screaming and crying of my aunt. She started to then call out for my uncle and I heard him running down the hallway. When I could finally lift my head I saw what I had done.

It took me a while to figure out I was burning. I felt stickiness and the burning. I realized I had cut myself up on my arms and even on my legs. I was wearing shorts so I could feel the edges of my shorts dragging and it was stuck to the ground.

All I could manage to say was “oh” in realization and I just smiled. It wasn’t long after that I blacked out again…

After a while when I awoke in the hospital bed, I blinked and saw nothing but white. I noticed I wasn’t alone and saw a man in a business suit and he wasn’t somebody I really knew.

“Hello Daniel. I’m Detective Carlson. I’m afraid…I have some bad news for you.” His dark charcoal eyes finally looked at me as I stared at him with my heavy eyelids.

“It’s your aunt and uncle. I’m afraid…I mean…” He sighed as he tried to find his words.

My attention was caught immediately. I struggled to sit up and he finally got to look back at me to finally speak back up.

“…They’re dead. We came to answer the 911 call and when we got to the house…there were blood stains almost everywhere. We inspected and cleaned the scene. They found multiple murder weapons that were used on your aunt and uncle…and…they found your prints on them.”

My eyes watered and I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I…I killed my aunt and uncle? No…How…? My throat started to burn and my words got caught in my throat. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to arrest you for the murder of Bethany and Evan Bigamy.” Detective Carlson looked at me as I let out a soft sob.

“No…” I choked and started to cry. The detective looked off and down at his feet. “…As soon as you are discharged we are going to see whether or not you’ll be tried as an adult.” Detective Carlson finally spoke back up as I hugged the sheets and blankets to myself. The shock was getting to me and I couldn’t believe it at all…I killed my aunt and uncle who dearly loved me…?

“No…no…” I whispered to myself over and over slowly not believing this at all. Detective Carlson stayed until I had passed out. The next week and then another passed in a blur. I was just so out of it that I…I was sort of gone.

Then came the interrogation room, I remember them asking questions until another officer came in and then handed Detective Carlson a brown package and some folder. They left me alone and I just receded back into becoming blank.

Then I noticed there were more people around me shaking their heads and staring at me. I was being taken to another room inside the police station. It was another interrogation room but it wasn’t so gloomy. I don’t know how much time passed until I could hear the other officers come into the room. I looked up and saw Detective Carlson. He was looking at me with wide eyes and he was pale. The other officer was a lady and she sat down in front of me and folded her hands on the table.

“Daniel…we just got a strange package and your blood work just came in and I came to tell you that you are not going to be charged as a murderer or as an adult.” I looked up surprised. I tried to move my lips but I couldn’t speak. As she further explained what she meant by that, the horror washed over me and I was pulled back into more shock.

I found out that the therapist I was seeing was not even a therapist at all. That Dr. Goodman had been drugging me with drugs that weren’t legally authorized and not even listed in the pharmacy. They also found out that he had been using hypnosis on me which caused the blackouts and the unknown drugs had been feeding my habits of harming others and myself. They even showed me a tape where I had just snapped or switched to a totally different person that was filmed outside my aunt and uncle’s house. Dr. Goodman was experimenting on me and filmed it.

He even filmed how I viciously snapped and started to kill my aunt and uncle…but thankfully the tape was stopped by the police officers before I saw anything further. I shuddered. This explained how my aunt and uncle would always flinch or be scared of me…yet they never told me this is how I was really acting towards them.

The package came in and there was no returning address, no prints but only typed notes of how my behavior was documented and everything about me even before I met Dr. Goodman. The police have been investigating it for about almost a year now and trying to track down Dr. Goodman. They lost the trail after they found an empty apartment that had fake IDs, passports and even still had everything in there except prints and Dr. Goodman’s whereabouts.

They check in on me every once in a while and I was put in a foster home full with other kids. Then I was adopted by a middle-aged lady who treated me as her own. Still…I’m paranoid to even get to close to Rochelle. I’m scared that I might still be dangerous. The wanting to hurt myself is gone now. The only thing that lingered was my distance to stay away from others. I’m just glad that they spared Rochelle the gruesome details about my past before I came into foster care.

It wasn’t long before my paranoid hunches were proven fact. Rochelle said I got a package from a L. Goodman. I immediately felt horror and I called the cops about the package. They arrived in five minutes. They secured the area and had a bomb squad on standby. They began to open the package and what was inside just was so insanely sick… The neatly typed letter said, “Her name was going to be Linda and she would’ve been born today.” and what was inside was a jar of a baby fetus curled up in a ball. They removed the jar and found a small tape at the bottom.

The police reviewed the tape, dusted for prints and tested the jar…the fetus’ DNA matched my dead aunt’s. They said the fetus timeline was three months old. Then they explained what else was on that first tape they stopped. They said I was yelling at my aunt and saying something about I won’t let it happen again and said I cut open her stomach and pulled the baby from her womb…

The small tape was played on a tape recorder. It was Dr. Goodman’s voice. He was explaining how the “subject” was reacting to the drug known as “X1-071” and with hypnosis being used. Then Dr. Goodman’s voice continued on saying his experiment was a success and will begin on his next experiment soon.

…Rochelle knows everything now and treats me as though nothing was different and dotes on me more than ever. I actually love the overly affectionate hugs and being checked on and tucked into my bed even though I’m a young adult. She even told me the news that I might get a chance to have another younger sibling in the house and possibly a pet. Oh God, I can almost feel the happy ending for me. But right now, I’m currently sitting in my room on my laptop while Rochelle is making dinner for us. I haven’t been acting weird ever since then. I’m also still scared to interact with others but I thought I’d warn the next person about Dr. Goodman or whatever name he’ll use next and do…

I just hope that you know you might be getting surveillanced right now without you knowing it.

Also one other thing…

Have you gotten or seen a new doctor or therapist you never met or heard before lately?

Source by innominatetitle
Mens Hair Styles 2015

Monday, 1 June 2015

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Mens Hair Styles 2015

Burrhead is my nickname... need a new style

I'm 27 and have had this look for a while. My bird nest hair is frizzy and thick... I need some advice for a new style! Much appreciated!

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Source by Sh00t3RMcGaviN
Mens Hair Styles 2015

23 F4A - Discipline me! [medium to long term]

Hello! I'm looking to role play with a dominant woman or man. I'm not looking to get off quickly, I'd like to build a story with you although it doesn't necessarily have to be very refined in the style.

I'm okay with many different scenarios: a student/teacher, slave/mistress, private/official or anything else you'd like to propose.

I'm into pain, mild humiliation, dub-con, spanking, anal, medical, enemas and pee play. And obviously discipline.

Limits are vomit, scat and animals.

I'm 5'flat, 130lbs, curvy and a bit stocky, butch, fair skinned with brown hair and green eyes.

Source by Horny_brat9395
Mens Hair Styles 2015

22 M4F - The Bar, The Girlfriend, The Sister, The Employee or The Lifeguard.

I have a few ideas for RPs already made but I'll try new things.

First idea: I go out to a bar and I see you there. You were to young to get in but had a fake ID.

Second idea: You're my long time girlfriend and you want to spice things up.

Third idea: You're my sister and you come down to visit me. Things happen and we end up screwing.

Fourth idea: You are my step sister, that's the base of the RP. The rest is up to you. Are we alone in the house? Are our parents home, and we are trying to be quiet? Did I come on to you or did you come onto me?

Fifth idea: I hired you to have you when I want you. I keep you under my desk, in my office, at work. I close my door and shut the blinds, take you out and bend you over the desk or keep you down there and have you suck me off. Sometimes I don't close the blinds or the door and let the whole office watch. What are they going to do? Fire me? I'm the boss. Maybe I'll share you with the employes

Last idea: You are a life guard on duty at the beach I have been surfing. I know you've looking at me and I can't stop thinking of you getting out of that little red one piece.

As far as what I like, I like ageplay, neck kissing/biting, whispering, lip biting, doggy style, handcuffs, and hair pulling.

If this sounds good to you, shoot me a PM.

I am looking for a long term but a one time thing never hurt anyone.

Source by Dppthrowaway0133
Mens Hair Styles 2015

Book Of Basketball Inspired- Sixers Wine Cellar Team-(It's Long)

NOTE – I do realize I have way too much time on my hands. Philadelphia 76ers Wine Cellar Team

-As in Simmons’ book the exercise here is to build a team. And as in the Book Of Basketball I'm going in a time machine and getting a player by year (Like a bottle of wine!) This exercise will prove difficult as the meat of my roster is filled with guys who weren’t model locker room leaders. Iverson, Barkley, Wilt are probably 3 of the biggest talent/head cases of all time. This team may not be able to shoot but they are talented, crazy and they’re grabbing ALL the rebounds on both sides of the ball.

Starting 5 G- Allen Iverson ’01- 31ppg 4.5apg 2.5spg-NBA MVP- This is Iverson at the peak of his powers. But most importantly this is the year he led his team to the finals; He had to kind-of trusted his teammates this year right? He may not be a true point guard but putting him at the 2 with Mo running the point is just too undersized to play major minutes with. You could argue that ’05 Iverson was a better point (8apg that year) but he also averaged a walloping 4.6 turnovers-per-game that year as well. I’ll take ’01 MVP Iverson who will somewhat listen to his coach (we will get to that) who can maybe convince him to be like a bouncier, tatted-up Isiah Thomas on this team???

G- Andrew Toney ’84- 20.4ppg 4.8apg 52FG%- The Boston Strangler’s best statistical season. Perfect player for this team as he was an all-time great role player. Gives team versatility if they want to go big or small and he can defend multiple positions. Knows his role perfectly (unlike-what most-of this team-most likely will)

SF- Doc ’82 24-7 54% - This is the year before the Sixers won the title but Doc was a great teammate. Everybody loved playing with him, this was his most efficient year and he slid in perfectly the next year with Moses. He’d be the perfect second or third option for this squad. AI, DOC, AND RUNAWAY TRAIN CHARLES ON A FAST BREAK OMG

PF- Barkley ’86 20.0ppg 12.8rpg 4apg 3.8stocks per game- Now this is nowhere near Barkley’s best statistical season but remember you get everything with these guys. In ’86 it wasn’t quite Barkley’s team yet. Doc and Moses were still hanging around at least attempting to keep Sir Charles in line. I’d love out-of-control 28-12 Barkley in ‘88 but that Charles was an ALPHA, we already have one in ’01 Iverson and have 2 more coming (spoiler alert). 1986 version of Barkley was at his peak athleticism, notching nearly 13 boards a game along with over a block and a half a game (at 6’6!) So give me full blown freak-athlete Barkley who isn’t quite the all-around player he’d become, instead of peak Barkley who would be brawling with my point guard in the locker room.
(Side note- Teams are playing like a tight 2-3 zone against this team right? Nobody can shoot outside. Doc and Toney each shot less than ½ a 3psg, while Iverson and Barkley each shot 3’s neither were ever average at them.)

*C-Wilt Chamberlain ’67- 24-24-8apg- You were thinking the 50ppg season right? Thing is that Wilt was a complete ball hog that only cared about his stats that year and we need a team. Wilt could still dominate but this is the year that he finally put the team first and they won a championship! (THE SECRET) We don’t need one player putting up 50ppg, we already have a black hole dribbling the ball up every time! 1967 Wilt gives us great rebounding, defense and passing. We could basically run the offense through him in the high post. Plus and AI and Wilt pick and roll game would be pretty insane right?

(But let’s be honest the offense is going to be Allen throwing up bricks and Chuck, Wilt, and Moses snagging up ALL THE OFFENSIVE BOARDS)

SIXTH MAN *C-Moses Malone ’83 24-15 – I gave ’67 Wilt the nod because he was more athletic and a better passer but pretty much same gist. The best offensive rebounder of all time in his prime, ho-hum. You’re getting rebounds outlet passes and a lot of hard-earned points.

This team is dominating the inside against ANY wine-cellar team. Better so than Boston by a hair (deal with it Simmons) LA (Moses dominated Kareem in the finals, he’d be able to at least cancel out Shaq and Sixers Wilt > Lakers Wilt) Hou- (Wilt, Moses and Barkley would wear down Hakeem eventually and Moses would freak out Yao with his grunting, mumbling and one or two hard fouls.)

REST OF THE BENCH G- Mo Cheeks ’83 12-7ast – As with a lot of players on this team I didn’t choose this players best season stats-wise. I picked the championship Mo because he drove that Luxury-car in 1983 and didn’t screw anything up. And this is team is a delicate sports car! Cheeks did a masterful job engineering the 1983 team and that’s all I really want from him on this team. Just being a peacemaker and making sure everything sails smoothly. He could also help space the floor with his three point shooti.... ah fuck I tried. (Went 1-6 from 3 in 1983, like the whole season)

F- Billy Cunningham ’69 26 -13- Stats were obviously inflated for that time period but could still be a good spell for Charles. They are actual eerily similar in size and rebounding prowess.

F- Bobby Jones ’82 14-5- 3.8 stocks, 56fg! – A good instant offense off the bench, literally the same role he had on the 83 team. Extremely efficient.

(Quick Confession: Until doing the Wine Cellar Sixers I had no idea who-was-who between Jones and Cunningham. I’m only 23 and I swear tons of punk-kids prolly mixed these two up as well. I mean both were white forwards from UNC and both were Sixth men on championship Sixer teams WAAYY before I was born! ON top of that one of em coached the other one right? ) {Billy Cunningham will be an assistant simply so he can coach himself} [ Three different kinds of sidebars!....I’d love to coach myself I’d give advice then sneak in gambling hints Back-to-The-Future 2 style, “Always play with heart Chris! Just like the ’08 Giants did in the Super Bowl against the Pats wink]

GF- Doug Collins ’76- 21ppg 51fg%- This was Collins’ best year along with his last fully healthy season. People forget he was a #1 overall draft pick. Very good all-around offensive player who could play the 2 or 3.

We also have a nice keep-the-peace 4-some with Cheeks, Cunningham, Jones and Dougie. (Until Iverson goes 7-28 in a game against the Wine Cellar Celtics and Russell convinces Wilt to become the focal point. Which then pisses off Moses who bitches to Charles who then………this would get out of control quick) {Other interesting Wine Cellar Teams that people should do +Lakers- All the Big Men, Magic, West , Kobe

+Celts- Russell, Garnett, Bird, Hondo, Cousy starting 5? YIKES +GSW- Hardaway, Spree, Mullins, Webber, Curry, could Baron Davis make the team?!?! +DET- Isiah, Dumars, Dantley, Healthy Grant Hill, Rasheed, Chauncey, BEN WALLACE, LAIMBEER AND RODMAN! I hate them already. +OKC/Seattle (my fave) - Durant, Westbrook, Kemp, Gary Payton, Ray Allen, Little beard Harden!

GF- Kyle Korver ’07 14ppg 43% from 3- WE NEED ONE FUCKING SHOOTER OKAY!!

G- Andre Iguodala ’11 12-6-5 39% from 3- Iggy gives us some nice versatility as he too can guard and play multiple positions. He is a poor man’s Scottie Pippen and again WE NEED SOME SORT OF SHOOTERS. He is basically doing on this team what he is being asked to do now in Golden State (versatility, hustle, some threes, great in transition offense and defense)

Now look I didn’t put Hal Greer on I know but how many pre-merger guys can you have? As Simmons writes in his book the NBA just wasn’t the same back then and I already have 2.5 guys already (Collins as the half) I’ll take Iguodala over Greer, you can’t tell me Iggy being the athlete he was wouldn’t be able to put up 20-25ppg in the 60’s against slow white guys? Cause I think he DEFINETLY could. If you really want you can have Greer as your 12th but nobody really plays all 12 in the NBA anyways.

+Coaches, Strategy HC- Larry Brown ’01- This is the year Iverson and Brown got along the best. So Brown is basically my off-the-rails insurance on AI. I’m banking heavy on a younger Charles, with Moses and Doc on the team, and determined Wilt to not go off the rails. (BIG BET) But Brown is a great coach who has coached everywhere and is/will be respected.

Assistant- Cunningham- Mostly for the hilarious purposes but the ’83 guys will all listen/respect him as well. Starting 5- AI, Toney, Doc, Chuck, Wilt (in case you forgot)

Second Unit- Cheeks, Korver/Collins, Iggy, Cunningham, Moses - Jones is end of quarter 2-1 guy

Going Big- Iggy/Toney, Collins/Korver, Doc/Chuck, Wilt, Moses- Some actual spacing in the Big lineup!

Going Small- Cheeks, AI, Iggy/Korver, Chuck/Jones, Wilt/Cunningham 7 seconds or less offense small-AI, Iggy/Toney, Korver, Doc, Chuck- Mike D’Antoni has a semi

Pressing D- AI, Toney, Iggy, Chuck, Wilt

Cooler- AI, Collins , Korver, Jones, Moses / Didn’t realize how good of a FT shooter Moses was for a big man 76% career

Strategy- With no real shooters (I’ve reminded you a lot I know) we basically have to pound and ground it with AI and the big men down low. The team is getting buckets 3 ways- In transition with two of the best ever (Dr.J and Charles), letting AI do his thing with Moses/Wilt clean up the messes and finally just throwing it in to Moses or Wilt and running stuff out of the post. Also I need to point out one more time that our team is grabbing like EVERY. SINGLE. REBOUND. You have rebounders of every shape and size. (Tall and Athletic: Wilt - Tall, Chunky and Unathletic: Moses – Short, Chunky and Athletic- Charles and White-Cunningham)

It definitely isn’t as pretty as Simmons’ Wine Cellar team and I wouldn’t feel super confident playing Martians for the sake of humanity but maybe we could take some Neptunians for the rights to Pluto?

Source by ChrissyCurveball
Mens Hair Styles 2015

Grew my hair out after ten years of short hair- it's frizzy, thin, and lifeless, and I'm clueless

So, I've had my hair short for ten years. As in, pixie cuts, mohawks, the kind of short where I could get up and go after just teasing my hair with a little pomade, no fuss.

I've let it grow since late last year, and it's down to my shoulders now. I was kind of looking forward to having long, pretty, girly hair again, but its been an exercise in frustration for a few reasons- one, it's frizzy and thin and weak, and I've tried probably dozens of repair shampoos and conditioners, special rejuvenating creams, argan oil (which just made it greasy)- nothing has worked.

There's a complicating factor- I have pretty severe plaque psoriasis all over my scalp. Part of why I grew my hair out was because it was easier for other people to notice with the short hair- but now that it's long, I've found that my hair is just...falling out. Like, not in giant clumps or anything, but more hair is falling out than I would have expected. So I don't know if there's even a shampoo or conditioner or magic hair mask that can combat that. I don't heat style because I don't want to damage it further; it has a bit of natural wave to it, but I've only curled it for special occasions like, twice, and only with a curling iron. If I try to use curlers or something like that, it literally looks like I had a five year old give me a perm. Frizz city.

And just to add to the problems, after ten years of 'ruffle and go' short hair, I'm clueless to styling. My hair spends most of the time in a ponytail because it's just not pretty, and I don't know what to do with it. I'm afraid to do any major styling because I really don't want it getting more damaged or maybe more of it falling out. I dye it maybe twice a year, but always with the dyes that don't have harsh chemicals in them, because if I use the ones with chemicals it feels like someone dumped gasoline on my head and tossed a lit match on it (thank you, psoriasis).

Any advice? Or should I just go back to shorter hair and save my head the torture?

Source by storevie
Mens Hair Styles 2015

What kind of gel would I need to style my hair like this?

http://imgur.com/XcwiVkn

Source by SheZowRaisedByWolves
Mens Hair Styles 2015

Fucking on a Sunday is no time to think of exes (F/F. Trans, Oral.)

The clean white light came through the sheer curtain, almost liquid. It was 8 a.m. on a Sunday.

Catherine rolled over in the queen-size bed that was both bigger and more comfortable than her own. The sheets matched the comforter which matched the pillow cases. She was alone. She stretched her arms tentatively and kicked her foot out, testing her body. It was always confusing to her to wake up in strange places. No cat pawing at the ends of her dark sleep-tousled hair, no alarm and needing to pee but not wanting to venture out into the strange day quite yet.

A clink of a pan came singing down the hall, a sudden barking cough, a cabinet creak. The sounds of a Sunday morning in a home shared with a lover. Catherine held her breath and shoved her face into the pillow that smelled faintly like a perfume she herself would never buy.

In a swift motion Catherine rolled out of the bed onto the floor, limbs rotating. She stood up, spine uncurling in the twist.

She walked to the bathroom attached to the bedroom without letting her heels touch the ground in an attempt to keep quiet, a habit leftover from those married days when she would hide in the bedroom for hours pretending she was still asleep as her wife went on about her morning, without her.

Now wasn't the time to think about ex-spouses.

She looked in the tall victorian style mirror and looked herself in the eyes. Her face was wrinkled and flush with sleep. She raised an eyebrow and splashed cold water from the faucet onto her face to wash it away.

She peed. Sat for a moment before going back into the bedroom, where the woman from last night had taken back up residence. Her body was curled underneath the cover, only the top of her blonde head showing.

"Hey, you're back," Catherine said as she climbed back in, fitting her body up underneath the stranger's muscular arm, pressing her ass against the woman's soft stomach. She wrapped her ankle around the woman's calf.

The woman -- April -- kissed her shoulder lightly, squeezed a hand on Catherine's thigh.

They lay in the quiet clean light for a moment, neither breathing. The air felt heavy, like you could sink underneath it.

April gently scratched a long fingernail down Catherine's ribcage and scraped her mouth against the side of her neck so delicately it made her want to sob.

And the air wasn't heavy anymore, when they began touching, hands slowly wandering closer up the inner thighs and around the tops of panties.

A lash of the nails down the thigh, rough enough to leave a mark. April's lips on her neck then her chest. A gentle bite on Catherine's nipple accompanied by a soft moan and just a few moments of sucking.

It was so tender Catherine wanted to scream, to attack the woman -- pin her down and ride her hips, thrusting her body down on April's aroused cock.

Instead she squirmed and scratched her nails down April's long back, drawing marks. Her heart fluttered maddeningly in her chest and her clit throbbed as Aprll slowly, slowly dragged her teeth down Catherine's belly towards the tops of her thighs.

Lips curled against lips. A flick of the tongue and three fingers massaging the walls of Catherine's body. Eyes closed and fingers gripping the soft sheets, the lover's arm -- nails pressed to flesh.

Catherine yanked April's head closer, firmly, taking her by the hair. She was too aroused to ask for pleasure nicely, and instead demanded it. She thrust her clit and vulva hard against April's open mouth, and wide-spread palm. She engulfed the woman's fingers and face with her body, desperate to come.

April pulled away, a fucking tease. The woman stretched her arms out overhead as she removed her dress, exposing her own arousal. She knelt down on the bed where Catherine lay. They both throbbed and ached for release. Catherine pulled the woman down on top of her and nearly came on the spot as April's body filled her own.

Catherine reached down and massaged her clitoris roughly as April thrusted herself in and around. Her walls tightened around April's body as she finally came in shaking starts. A waterfall of pleasure, pushed over the edge. She was lost in her own world of physical fireworks. It could have been five or ten or sixty minutes later the two finally pulled apart sweaty and indelicate.

Catherine rolled on top of April and collapsed against the woman's broad chest. She nudged her face into the woman's neck and licked her earlobe. She felt less like an animal and more like a kitten, now. She wanted to disappear inside the moment, finally emptied of feelings and cravings.

Oh please, who reads passed the climax? After all that, they had a cigarette, some coffee and brunch. Like proper lesbians do.

Source by FreeRangeFemme217
Mens Hair Styles 2015

[MF] Lavender

The hat hung on the new and polished coat rack. The book sat somewhere on top the t.v. stand in the bedroom. The scissors laid between the bread knife and can opener in the cutlery drawer. He was poised underneath the array of suits and coats that belonged to someone other than himself.

The suits were much different than the ones he wore. They were unkempt and wrinkled. The dark brown hair of a woman stuck to the jackets, likely a wife or a mistress. The job was like his others; simple but time consuming. He waited patiently although his back ached and the balls of his feet were sore. His stomach spoke to him and he remembered that he had not eaten in the morning.

The rim of the hat was crisp like an apple. The pages of the book were thick like the tree it was made from. The blades of the scissors were as sharp and piercing as a wolf’s cry to the moon.

He thought about what the man would look like, probably like all the other men he’d killed. He’d be average of height with a paunch from the gourmet restaurants he frequented. He most likely would have a receding hairline and a nose that protruded absurdly from his face. He’d be nothing like the man that sat in his closet now awaiting his return.

The intruder was in fact very different than the man he imagined he was preparing to kill. Although he was in his late forties, he was extraordinarily fit. He had a full head of hair and a face that was pleasant to any eye. His mother always told him he was wasting a good face in his line of work. She said there was no sense in hiding a face like his.

He mostly agreed with her. He knew he was charming and admirable, and he used it as his advantage. Of course it wasn’t just his looks that got him where he was. He was smart and skilled. He often marveled at his own wit and talent. It was something that he earned, that he worked hard for. He knew he was good at what he did.

He’d never failed at a mission, and they all went exactly as he’d planned. Never once did he think that a mission would go against his plan; he didn’t allow that kind of thinking. He thought that if he doubted his skill, then the doubt would become true. It had been an hour now since he arrived. He’d waited sixteen hours for an ambush before; he could handle this.

He smelled the lavender scent of a woman’s perfume. It stunk mostly on the grey suit to his left. It did not bother him that the man had a woman he loved, it made the mission much more enjoyable.

The hat was lined with a grey silk. The book was bound in a royal blue cloth. The handle of the scissors was slightly cracked.

As he still patiently waited for the man's return, he began to think about his own closet and his own array of suits. The coats that he wore varied in purpose. Some he wore to dinner and parties. Those were his expensive suits, the very nice ones.Others he wore specifically for missions and nothing else. Those suits were as plain as suits get; he could never be noticed while on a mission. His suits also varied in color. A man that wore the same color each day could be spotted easily.

He realized yet again how different his victim could be from himself. As he examined the suits in the closet again (having nothing better to do), he noticed that the coats and pants were mostly grey. In fact there was not one suit in the whole closet that wasn’t some shade of grey. What a boring and stupid man he thought. Although he spent much time criticizing and examining the color of the suits, he failed to note that they were tailored to a small size and somewhat peculiar style. Unbeknownst to him, his adversary would not in fact have an extended stomach from the gourmet food he often ate. No, quite the opposite.

Within the closet he spotted a purple hand bag. It instantly reminded him of a woman he’d been with before. She was a reporter for a local newspaper. It was after he won gold at his first college track meet, that she came to write a story about him. He adored this woman, but he didn’t know why. Was it only because she wanted to write about him and marvel at his talent? It was different now that he’d become a part of the shadows. It was only he who could marvel at his own talent. He became slightly insane when he took the oath of silence that all spies do. There was no one to tell his story of valiance and bravery.

He himself took on the responsibility of writing for a time. The worn leather bound journal always sat in his coat pocket. The cover had rips and tears, something he planned to fix and re-bind. Inside it contained stories of his missions; unedited and uncensored. He wrote in great detail about every man he killed and woman he seduced. He wrote about every day including on the days that he wasn’t on a mission. Often he would read back his stories and smile as he did. He was so fond of himself.

It did worry him some; he lost the journal on a cruise last year. He worried because the stories were accounts of both sides. You see he was a man that liked to keep his options open. He didn’t work for just one person, but many. And some of those people were the exact opposite of allies. He enjoyed deceiving others, and he knew he was good at it. For five years his double life had been kept a secret, and he was confident it would stay that way for years to come.

He then again found himself thinking about the man he waited to kill. He wondered how the man would react as he saw a stranger in his closet. Would his wife be with him? Would his children cry? Of course he did not truly know if the man had children or not. His sources were never precise and constantly changing. There was no direct contact with his source so occasionally they’d become hard to track. Some of the men he worked for would mask their message in a woman’s voice.

This time particularly, the woman only told him an address and a price, and the price was good. He wasn’t given a name. It was better that way;if he didn’t know a name then the murder would be much easier to deny. He was told his victim was coming back from a long plane flight. That’s why he chose his position in the closet. The man would come home and busy himself with putting his suitcase away. The mess would be easy to conceal, the noises would be muffled and unheard within the deep closet.

He sat for uncountable hours in his poised spot beneath the suits. He ran his hands through his hair, and it was clear he needed a cut. He thought about the last time he went to the barber shop. The woman snipped aimlessly at his hair. The feel of his hair falling onto his neck made him shiver and itch. He looked in the mirror when she was finished, and he realized that she’d done a horrible job. The sides were too short and the front as well. He was too kind to show his dissatisfaction; she was such a beautiful woman. Although she was very attractive, he did not tip her at the door. He thought a woman was mostly only good for a haircut, and she did a horrible job at that..

He remembered entering a store afterward as he looked for something to cover his head. All the while the smell of lavender soap traveled to his senses. He donned a brown chapeau as he exited the shop. As he walked home he remembered just how much he hated having his head covered.

He was beginning to wonder if his man would actually show, he was becoming impatient. He imagined that the man’s plane was probably delayed. He’d go to a pay phone and call his source. Of course waiting didn’t bother him. But if he could avoid waiting a whole day on a man, he prefered that. He contemplated his options. He could continue to wait and starve within the closet, or he could make a quick escape, and come back later while the man was sleeping.

He stood silently as he decided to take the chance to leave. The closet was feeling cramped, and he desperately needed to walk. He was confident that he’d be able to improvise with a new plan. He just needed a few minutes to get to the phone and back.

The house was silent. He exited the closet slowly as he began to stretch his legs. The twin size bed that hugged the wall was lightly made. He passed the dresser and arm chair as he left the room. He eyed the ornate handles of the brown cupboards and drawers. The sleeve of a hanging beige jacket brushed his as he slipped through the side door. A distant pattering noise skipped through the house, but he was too distracted to notice it. “Just to the pay phone and then right back.” He said to himself not so silently.

The book smelled like fresh glue. The scissors clicked against the other cutlery. The hat was still damp from the morning’s rain.

He walked down the cobble path in the back yard. He looked the other way as he passed the vast and varied garden. He easily maneuvered over the fence. He did so without ripping his suit. He smiled as he finished the feat and landed on the ground. He took the careful precaution of exiting through the backyard, as the neighbors would throw a suspicious eye to a stranger leaving through the front.

He walked for ten minutes as he found his way to the main road. He looked constantly ahead for a close pay phone, but he didn’t see any in the near distance. He hoped the man did not arrive home while he was gone. He had no experience attempting a live entry while his victims were awake. Although he didn’t worry much for he knew that his skill would pull through for him.

The book sat heavily inside the deep pocket. The scissors were tucked beneath the cuff. The hat sunk lightly on top of the brown head of hair.

Across the street he spotted a small payphone. He eyed the moving traffic on the street. Was it worth it? He had troubles finding a moment to cross. He waited patiently remembering his oath to stay unseen during his mission. No running he thought. He shoved his hands into his empty pockets trying to hide his frustration.

As he finally crossed the road, a woman entered the small booth before him. He was indeed becoming more and more impatient. He wondered how long she would take, he knew how women were with phone calls. They could take hours on the phone if they had the money for it.

The woman’s call was over in two minutes and six seconds exactly, he counted. It was not long for a woman's call, but he knew he could do shorter. He stood in front of the booth as he waited for the her to exit. As she turned toward him he couldn’t help but feel like he recognized her somehow.

“I need to make another call, but you can go while I count my change.” She offered as she exited the booth.

He nodded and entered the booth, knowing he’d heard her voice somewhere before. He fished some coins from his wallet and pushed them into the machine. He nervously pressed the numbers as he thought about the woman that waited outside the booth. He sent a glance at her as he listened to the rings. She delicately fished nickels and dimes out of her purple handbag. He contemplated offering her some of his quarters, but he didn’t have enough.

His source did not pick up. He punched the number in the phone and tried again. He watched as the woman stuffed her handbag into the large pocket of her beige coat. She waited patiently as he tried the call again. He was nervous as he felt that something was not quite right. His sources always answered.

“Just one more try.” He said nervously to the woman. He eyed the number pad once more and punched in the digits again. A stray brown hair twisted within the telephone cord. The small box smelled of lavender perfume. He felt as if he was going insane, like he was the one being spied on.

He looked back at the woman who wore a silk lined hat. He saw her dark brown locks and examined again her long beige coat. He turned back nervously to face the phone. He heard six rings, but still no answer. He hung the phone in defeat, facing his new found anxiety. He turned to find the woman standing in the doorway, blocking his escape.

“I’m sorry, do you think I could borrow a quarter?” She asked pleasantly.

He turned to the phone again and retrieved the one last quarter he sat on top of the machine. He stared at the phone for a slight moment.

“It’s really fine if you need it.” The woman continued.

He knew that voice, but from where? He continued to look at the phone and remembered his call early yesterday morning. He had received a call offer for this job, from a woman that his source had hired. In his mind the voices seemed identical. Could she be that woman? If so what was she doing there? Maybe she was attempting to send him a message. He truly did not need help to finish the mission. He was baffled that his sources thought so.

“Listen. You can go home, I don’t need any help.” He told the woman as he handed her the coin.

“Excuse me?” She asked.

“If my sources sent you, tell them I don’t need any help. I can do the mission on my own.” He said after a short pause The woman placed the coin in her purple hand bag and then shoved her hand into the pocket of her beige coat. He knew he had seen that coat before. Below the bottom of the coat peeked the pant legs of a light grey suit. She laughed quietly before looking back at the man.

“What are you laughing about?” He asked furiously.

“I wasn’t sent by your sources, I’d rather cut my fingers off than help them.” She said in a stark tone.

“What do you know about my sources?” He asked defensively.

“I know that they want you to kill a man. You’ve been waiting at his house all morning, you’re bloodthirsty.” She said stroking his ego.

“How do you know about the man I’m going to kill?” He asked tensely.

The woman laughed generously from the remark. She breathed heavily to show her great amusement. He hated being laughed at.

“What?” He demanded.

“I am the man you are going to kill.” she said

He paused, horror stricken from the realization. How had he been so stupid?

The silver scissors protruded absurdly from his neck. The hat covered his lifeless face. And his own incriminating journal hung heavily with its new, royal blue cover in his coat pocket.

Source by YourRiverBetty
Mens Hair Styles 2015

Ryouka Fairchilde

Name:	Team:	Age:	Gender:	Species:	Aura:
Ryouka Fairchilde	Beacon	18	Female	Human	Light Blue - Glow + Smoke

Attributes

Mental	#	Physical	#	Social	#
Intelligence	2	Strength	4	Presence	2
Wits	4	Dexterity	4	Manipulation	3
Resolve	1	Stamina	2	Composure	3

Skills

Mental	-3	Physical	-1	Social	-1
Academics	0	Athletics	1	Empathy	0
Computer	0	Brawl	4	Expression	1
Craft	1	Drive	1	Intimidation	2
Grimm	1	Melee Weapons	2	Persuasion	0
Investigation	2	Larceny	0	Socialize	2
Medicine	0	Ranged Weapons	0	Streetwise	2
Politics	0	Stealth	4	Subterfuge	0
Science	0		0		0

Other

Merits	#	Flaws	#	Aura/Weapons	#
Striking Looks	2	Deep Sleeper	Free	Aura	1
Fighting Style: Inline Weapons	3	Phobia (Hoplophobia)	1	Semblance	2
Meditative Mind	1	Low Self-Image	2	Weapon	2
Combat Parkour	1	Overprotective	1
Fleet of Foot	1	Confused	2
Ranged Deflection	1	Untrained Aura	2
Resources	1		0

Physical Description:

"Ryouka is a slender-looking female. Under her deceptive appearance is a strong body with well defined muscles. She is 5’ 7” and has long black hair. Her hair also a natural streak of grey along the front of her bangs. Her hair tends to be straightened and fall to her upper back. Sometimes she can have it curled slightly to add bounce to it. Her skin is a pale white, that can reflect brightly in light. Her eyes glow with a strange cyan color. Her body is mainly clean, but there can be a few bullet hole scars that are still healing from the shooting she was in. These holes can be found on her left bicep and tricep area. Ryouka, is also blessed with attractive looks and assets.

When Ryouka is casually dressed she is normally in her detective suit. It consists of a white button shirt which inside a light blue vest and then covered up by a grey top coat. She has a black pair of trousers and black professional leather boots to match. Colors can vary just a little, mainly revolving around the colors or light blue and grey. She usually wears her full detective costume in the colder climates. When it gets too warm for three layers she can be seen with blue jeans on with a t shirt on. She can frequently also don shorts instead.

During combat, she dons a more armored version of her detective suit. As recommended by her father, her reinforced leather and cloth suit looks a lot like Indigo Purp’s costume. She has a long light blue trench coat and underneath she has leather vest that exposes a bit of her midriff and her cleavage. She has dark blue leather combat trousers and black boots. She also covers her head with a stylish light blue trilby hat. The trench coat splits down the center of the back around the waist into two parts. "

Weapon:

"Tizheruk Special Blade Set

Within her sleeves exist the Tizheruk Blades, crafted by herself and her father. The blades sit on a spring loaded contraption that, with the pull of lever around her thumb, can deploy the blades. The contraption is covered in a leather wrap that streamlines and hides it seamlessly under normal clothing. The blades are oxidized at 590 degrees Fahrenheit to produce a hardened blue steel. The blades themselves are 14 inches long when retracted. At the pull of the lever the blades slide out very quickly, fast enough to pierce or stab. The blade is a straight blade that curves to the tip and is double-edged. When the lever is pulled again in the opposite direction the blades can deploy or extend out into a sword. This doubles the length of blade, from 14” to 28”, and it now half the width. Stabbing is no longer an option, but this sword works more efficiently for slicing enemies. The Tizheruk Set is special because it also holds a slot for sharpened steel cards to be docked. The holder rests behind the lock for the blade. They provide the range that Ryouka may need and can act as a emergency defense. The cards simply slide out of the holder, with no special shooting system. Rather Ryouka has to throw the cards. "

Semblance/Aura:

"Black Ice

Cost: 2 Aura Points Effect: Semblance Score is added to speed for one round Description: When Ryouka meditates she is able to activate her semblance. Upon activation she glows light blue and emits a similar colored smoke around her, which can trail behind her when she is moving. Black Ice only lasts for a few seconds, just enough time for her to dodge an attack or charge quickly. Her semblance can be primed, after her meditation she can activate her aura but not use her speed boost until needed. After 10 seconds of boost, she deactivates and loses her aura’s visual appearance. "

Backstory:

"Ryouka is daughter to Arnold Fairchilde and Meerka Reinbou. Although the family was interracial, living in Vale, they had no large issues with the other residents in the community. Her father was a strict police commander and her mother was a delicate baker, something straight out of the movies Ryouka always thought. As a family of two income sources and her father being a high position in the police force the family was fairly well off. The parents loved each other very much and there were no serious issues in the relationship either. Ryouka grew up safe and strong. Arnold was a man of action and he always promised that his child would be strong both mentally and physically. From the age of 3, Arnold started Ryouka’s mental training. She was slowly subjected to the reality of crime fighting. When Ryouka was 6 years old and Arnold returned home with a bullet in his chest, Ryouka promised him that she was going to be a detective too.

Meerka was alright with Ryouka missing several days of school to go on investigations with Arnold, because she knew the secret. Several years before Ryouka was born, Arnold had died. He was shot in the chest and his heartbeat stopped. After a few days, he was awoken by some phenomenon and relived his life. Meerka could not change his police upbringing, and instead enforced it. Arnold lived to serve the others in Vale against the crime that existed. The doctors noted a strange, incomprehensible case called the Lazarus Syndrome. Meerka allowed Ryouka to follow Arnold’s steps to becoming a law-enforcement officer. When Ryouka announced she wanted to become a detective, the parents were overjoyed. Arnold began teaching Ryouka the arts of the sword, the gun, and the body. Intense peace, composure, and athleticism were key to her success in the education she was subjected to. Arnold taught Ryouka the specialty of silence and stealth more than anything else. Her weapon were special inline blades and steel cards for throwing. Ryouka mastered the swords, but the cards were her flaw and she only used it rarely. Meerka suggested it was a good idea to get her a car, and so Arnold spent his hard earned money to lovingly buy her a car: a 2 year old Aquamarine sports coupe. He later, illegally, taught her how to drive.

When she was 16 years old, Ryouka was permitted by the Attorney General to join Arnold in real investigations. She was allowed to question suspects, fight baddies, and close cases. There was one case she could not close though. During her time as a young consultant detective, she went to a strange assailant who called himself Indigo Purp, who also sold drugs on the streets. His trademark was killing the victim with a large dose of his drug and then shooting the veins in the hand open and using the blood to paint his logo on the crime scene. Although, it disturbed Ryouka, having her father with her gave her the assurance that Indigo Purp wouldn't catch her. Much to her surprise on September 9th, when she was 18, she came back from the police station after writing the report for her previous case. She went up to her room and noticed that a foul smell came from the master bedroom. As she opened the door the smell exhausted into the hallway and she saw the blood logo on the wall. Arnold was killed by Indigo Purp. She was shocked, she went into a trance for an two hours as the forensics cleaned up her home. Meerka knew that this was going to happen one day.

The doctors told Meerka that his previous addiction to the “purple” drug caused his Lazarus Syndrome. Afterwards, he went out to find the dealer. Arnold emptied out most of Indigo Purp’s gang and stash, leaving him in tatters. Ryouka realized that this was a revenge scheme. Leaving her mourning mother in the house, she took her swords and her father’s gun and set out to find Indigo Purp. She found Purp’s HQ using some of the evidence from previous Purp cases. When she got there, there were many goons to attack her. She shot away, she shot, and kept shooting, and shooting, and shooting. The goons eventually ran out and she calmed down, right after she realized that she shot everyone in the HQ. It dawned on her that the steel chamber in her hand was too far dangerous. The emotions she was supposed to have as her father’s death now spouted out of her. She threw away the gun and sat down. The next few hours she went from crying to meditating. Then from the loudspeaker was Indigo Purp’s voice. He had her mother, Ryouka dared to pick up the gun once more and then she ran to the location Purp indicated. When she exited the building, her mother was stuffed into a car and driven away. The goons shot back at Ryouka but every shot unlocked her semblance. She became fast, faster and tried to catch up to the car. She wasn't able to but she was close enough to shoot the tire which caused the car to flip and crash. The goons had all died but her mother was gravely injured.

Meerka recovered safely, but the fact that her use of the gun almost killed her mother. She stowed the gun with her mother and decided that she should stay away from the detective scene until she was smarter and stronger. She still had an intense rage for Indigo Purp, but she put it aside. Her mother recommended that she should join Beacon Academy and fight Grimm instead. Ryouka originally declined that offer, but after this whole ordeal she realized fighting Grimm would also defend the people of Vale: a goal of Arnold. Now that she was already 18, she admitted to Beacon and got selected. She took her car, and her weapons, and her belongings and drove over to Beacon to find an escape from her pain and to uphold her father’s ideal."

Personality:

"Ryouka grew up with a strict father who loved her endearingly. Her mother was the more liberal one. From both, she learned to be both strict and liberal. She learned that a mix of both sides of a spectrum is the more safer decision. From her father, she became protective of herself and people close to her. Sometimes the people close to her can find her a bit overbearing, like a cop almost. In fact, even though Ryouka tries to not be a cop, she can’t help but incorporate her father’s teachings into her life. She like to remain calm, like a cop; likes to captivate victims, like a cop; likes to be the hero, like a cop; and intimidate like a cop. She finds no problem with getting information from others.

But even though her father was strict, she had her hidden flaws that only her closest friends could know about. She slept too much, she was often confused with the data given to her, she could often downplay herself and always owed others more than she credited herself. Uncannily she is never super dedicated and like a quick answer or a fast case.

To strangers, she asserts a respective authority and likes to help within reason. Her ideal is to protect the city of Vale from anything but her lack of interest can cause her to refuse to help sometimes. To friends she opens herself up, her stress is shown and her internal struggles as well. She treats friends like partners, with trust and respect. For enemies, she shows intense anger and a compulsion to apprehend them. In general Ryouka has a large respect for authority and can fall weak to love and adoration. "

Advantages

Speed	Health	Defense	Armor	Initiative
14	7	4	1	7

Attacks

Attack	Value
Unarmed	10
Melee	8
Ranged	4
Thrown	5

 NOTE: Something I realize might be hard to approve and I am willing to change:

The second half of the backstory
The semblance as long as it's still reactive to her meditation and adds speed
Her phobia of guns (communistkitten said it might work) and I can easily change it to fear of blood

Source by alphachruch
Mens Hair Styles 2015

I feel so ugly.

I've got 4c hair and I love my hair texture no doubt about that. I love my hair the way I love my skin, nose, and eyes; my features are part of who I am and I couldn't be prouder. However, it's styling my hair that has been problematic.

Recently I took my hair out of my braids for the summer initially planning on doing variations of two-strand twists, fros, and tuck roll and pins. Except for the fact that I realized, even after months of protective styling my hair is still too short. I feel like I can't do anything to my hair except twist outs and fros because anything more just seems to be too much stress and causes breakage. Out of frustration, I just put my hair in twists to forget about it.

My two-strand twists are too short and I feel so homely because they don't suit my face. I know I don't have a face many people would consider pretty so my hair looking like unattractive make me feel even worse. Even when I do fros and twistouts, I don't even have any accessories to style them with--I simply don't have the cash. I'm trying to save up for school supplies for my next semester and that means I can't even go out and go get my hair braided.

I guess I'm just trying to vent in this post. Advice would be much appreciated.

Source by Yellow_Vespa
Mens Hair Styles 2015

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Name:	Team:	Age:	Gender:	Species:	Aura:
Nile Lazuli	????	21	Male	Human	Lapis

Attributes

Mental	#	Physical	#	Social	#
Intelligence	1	Strength	4	Presence	4
Wits	2	Dexterity	3	Manipulation	2
Resolve	2	Stamina	3	Composure	2

Skills

Mental	-3	Physical	-1	Social	-1
Academics		Athletics	3	Empathy
Computer		Brawl	2	Expression
Craft	1	Drive		Intimidation	2
Grimm		Melee Weapons	3	Persuasion
Survival	2	Larceny		Socialize	2
Medicine	1	Ranged Weapons	2	Streetwise	4
Politics		Stealth	1	Subterfuge
Science

Other

Merits	#	Flaws	#	Aura/Weapons	#
Striking Looks	4	Overconfident	Free	Aura	2
Barfly	1	Confused	2	Semblance	1
Fighting Style: Large Weapons	5	Poor Short Term Memory	2	Weapon	3

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

The first thing one would notice when Nile walks into a room other than his personality is his hair, which has been dyed a tealish color. Naturally, it would be a shade of dark auburn. Also on Nile's head are a set of dark blue eyes, a long straight nose, and plump lips. He'll often have stubble on his face, but this won't usually be allowed to progress past this point. Both of Nile's ears are pierced, with a short gold chain hanging down from each, with a stone of Lapis Lazuli that has been cut into an upside-down pyramid that matches Nile's eyes.

Nile is naturally built to be athletic, standing at 6'2, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. His skin has been tanned from long exposure to the sun throughout his life, and care has ensured that Nile has no tan lines.

WEAPON:

NAME.

SEMBLANCE/AURA:

Aura Pool: 2

River Runner- 1 Aura/turn

Effect: A lifetime of living without many rules has taught Nile to flow like a river, though not in the literal sense. For the cost of 1 aura point per turn, Nile is able to dash across water for a distance equal to [Semblance x 5] Yards. While running on water, he is able to receive +1 to speed for every two levels he has in Semblance.

Level	Bonus
1/2	+1
3/4	+2
5	+3

Backstory:

Personality:

Nile is in many ways, not a very intelligent individual. He has a tendency to not think before he does anything, and though he doesn't always mean to come off as abusive or mean, he ends up doing so because he simply has no mental filter. This has gotten him into trouble on a number of different occasions, but Nile also doesn't go around pretending that he's the person to ask for things. In fact, he'd much rather people don't come to him for terrible advice.

Though Nile has roughly the mental capacity of a hammer, he is aware of some of his abilities. He knows that he's able to fight decently well, and he can remember to use his semblance roughly half the time. However, Nile has a pretty face and won't hesitate to use it, though this gets him into trouble more often than it acts as a benefit.

Advantages

Speed	Health	Defense	Armor	Initiative
12	8	2	2/1	5

Attacks

Attack	Value
Unarmed	6
Melee	10
Ranged	8
Thrown	9

Source by communistkitten
Mens Hair Styles 2015

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Mens Hair Styles 2015

19 [M4F/T] Zombies, Demons, Shapeshifting, Monsters and more!

I'm interested in playing some or one of these one out with a guy or girl who was interested in playing a Futa girl. Futanari or just vanilla girl is also fine, but if you're into Futa, let me know!

I think they could all be easily adapted into an intro where the chick has something extra. I know it's an odd interest, but I figured I would try it out. My only problem is, I'm not a fan of my character getting... Well, fucked. I know I'm picky!

Here is a link to my DPP Profile, which may help in clearing up what I'm into and what I'm not into! :)

http://www.reddit.com/r/DPPprofiles/comments/374ub2/18_m4ft_charulz37_profile/

I have Kik and PM on here! Let me know if you'd like to role play!

1) Sci-Fi/ Fantasy

I had been watching you for longer than I care to admit and even fantasized about you. You always sat at the same table in a small coffee shop across the street from where I worked. You always had a book with you as well, almost always a different one each time I saw you sitting there. I knew you were special, but it wasn't until today that I could've been sure about it. At first I thought you were just special because I had a huge crush on you and that you made my stomach jump when I saw you. I would spend half the time staring at you while I was supposed to be working too... Oops!

One night though, while I was doing more gawking than working, I saw you get up from your seat and walk outside. You hadn't noticed, but three "men" had followed you out of the coffee shop and into the downpour. Thunder and lightning but only now and then could you see anything really thanks to the lightning illuminating the sidewalk. You finally caught on and when you tried to run, they matched your pace and were about to catch up to you when I stepped out. I stood in front of you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you along behind me as I threw what seemed to be a blue orb against a wall. Without hesitation, I ran full tilt into it and pulled you along with me. We emerged on the other side in a beautiful meadow filled with deer and birds and all sorts of animals. Exactly the opposite of what we had just left...

You were special for another reason now, not just because of my crush on you though. You had knowledge that other people needed! Remember that book you read a few months ago, then promptly lost shortly after? You picked it up because of the Sci-Fi, Fantasy aspect! Only it wasn't fiction, it was reality. Reality to some non-humans, non-mortals at least. That book was the only version and only copy in existence! You read it and now you knew what it was about. The "people" chasing you, were really hit men for an organization of wizards bent on destroying the lives of mortal men.

"We're in what you humans might call a parallel universe. We really call it a universe living alongside yours. This place is almost exactly like the earth you know, but almost exactly opposite!" I explain and sit down in the grass beside you to relax a bit after such an ordeal.

2) Reform School

Josh Maxwell was a troubled kid... He constantly picked fights at school, even in class. He rarely showed up for class and when he did, he never payed attention. Finally his parents got too fed up with him and decided to send him to a reform school where he may be able to get some help there. As with most bad boys, the girls loved him. His green eyes, blonde hair, leather jacket and carefree attitude got everyone's attention! He wasn't a player or a womanizer, but he did have a few girlfriends over the years.

When he got moved to this reform school though, there were set outfits, punishments for being late or absent and he basically lost all ability to be the bad boy. He still had most of his carefree attitude but he had to actually work in this school... He felt like he was the only one that acted out, until he met a girl who was nearly suspended from the school as they were sitting in the principals office.

"What the heck could you have done?" He asks curiously, unwilling to believe a girl so beautiful could cause so much problems.

3) Space Girl

You were an incredibly smart female engineer... In this age of 2182, that was more and more rare. After the disease that wiped out half the planet, girls were mostly used to repopulate the Earth unfortunately and only the geniuses and the gifted were actually allowed to do something other than breed. Thankfully, there were some beautiful geniuses such as yourself that were able to break free of the norm. Now you were posted in a station orbiting the Earth, watching the time fly by as we withered away down here, the disease still rampant.

"Yes, we can meet! I'll come to you or you come to me?" I suggest as I sit behind my computer down on Earth. My job wasn't much better than yours, but I did at least get human interaction now and then. I was constantly stuck in some military hangar, cleaning and fixing the ships that came in, attacked by who knows what. I also did quite a bit of programming contracts on the side, also for the government. That's how we met! You felt unsafe up in your little station and had requested a security detail or at least some guns to be mounted on the ship. With no extra agents to spare, they settled on the guns. Which is where I come in, I was put in charge of installing them and then staying with you for a while just in case.

4) Photo-Op

"Hey! Yes, I would love to take pictures with you! Those sample pictures you sent me were incredible, very beautiful. Please get back to me at your earliest convenience, I am willing to pay you $300 up front plus any extra that may come my way. I have a makeshift studio set up in my apartment, so there will be no expenses on that part.

Please let me know, I can be flexible. Thank you, Josh" I reply to your email and then wait eagerly for a reply.

You were a student in the local university, but the tuition was becoming too much for you to handle! Even with the after school jon you worked, you found it hard to save up much money! That's why you came looking for me and replied to my ad I had posted online. You were beautiful, easily model material and I was an aspiring photographer who happened to sell some risque pictures to the highest bidder!

5) DNA Experiment/ Splicing

I wasn't just any ordinary human, I was created not born. My so-called parents were really scientists who did research for the government. One of their tasks was to create super soldiers for the military. To achieve this goal, they took human DNA and spliced it with other animals to add different abilities and tolerances. For example, they added a rhinoceros to add tough skin and endurance. Both of which worked in my case. They also added a horse to add stamina and the ability to run very quickly. Unfortunately, this one had some unwanted side effects... My cock was massive, even just as a "baby" it was nearly three times longer than it should have been. They also added a hawk to add the ability to see for miles. Among other animals, I was thrown together and then reinserted into my mother's womb where I gestated for a short 5 months instead of the conventional 9.

I had an enormous shaft and easily out performed any other kids my age, but I wasn't viable for military applications, the member between my legs would be too much of a distraction they said. Using my abilities, I climbed to the top of each sports team I joined and did so until college where I played football and could have been a one man team if it were legal.

That's when I met you, the girl on the side lines in the cheerleader uniform, cheering me on. I had to talk to you after the game and I did. "Hey! I'm Josh, nice cheering" I say nervously and shake your hand.

6) Incest (Father/ Daughter)

"Baby, come on out! Show me how that bikini looks on you!" I smile as I sit on a bench just across from the change room you were in. I wasn't a bad father, I just quite enjoyed watching you in your bikinis and especially when you had friends over. Again, I wasn't a bad father! I didn't play with myself while watching you, that would be wrong. I just used those images when your mom and I fooled around. I decided to treat you today and figured maybe you would want to buy a new bathing suit for our upcoming vacation.

"Come on out ____! (Name :)) I just want to make sure it looks okay, not too revealing" I laugh as I act like a responsible father for once

7) School Trip

After a long and relaxing vacation to Costa Rica, we finally had to catch a plane back home... We had missed the flight by only 15 minutes... It was my fault really, I got locked in the bathroom of our hotel room and couldn't unlock it. Everyone else decided to go on ahead and catch the flight though, it'd be easier to deal with 2 people getting left behind than an entire grade. You had to call the front desk and after dealing with the language barrier, somebody finally came up to get me out. We begged and pleaded with the front desk at the airport, but there wasn't another flight until two days later, but they offered to rent us a car for cheap as well as pay for a hotel room for two more nights.

"I'm so sorry Ms. ______, this is all my fault" I say sadly as we get into our newly rented car. I pull out a map quickly and figure out some beaches to visit, if you were up for it of course. "There's some secluded ones and some public ones, any preference?"

8) Friends

You and I had been friends for a long time, since high school and I'd always had a thing for you. Unfortunately I didn't know how to tell you this. You had left your phone at my place one day and I couldn't help but snoop around in it. I check your pictures and see some nudes of you, mainly frontal shots. After being turned on sufficiently from that, I got curious and checked your browsing history. "Big tits slut face fucked", "brutal face fuck and gag", etc. among other searches were all there. "Holy shit... She's a freak" I say laughing and speed over to your house to bring your phone back. I find you in your room, masturbating with a huge dildo. After all I've seen, it's inevitable that I watch you... At least for a while.

9) Shapeshifter

I had the biggest crush on you, for the longest time and it developed into a bit of an obsession after a while. I would daydream about you and anything. More recently though, I had noticed small changes about you. At first it was small things like your hair. It changed lengths and colours almost too often and looked far too natural... Then it moved to things like the colour of your eyes. Something small enough that most people wouldn't notice! Finally though, you we're changing things a bit more drastically. Your breasts, butt and legs changed sizes. I on the other hand was just a plain guy. I had blonde hair, green eyes and I was quite fit. I hit the gym frequently and ate properly. I wasn't gorgeous though!

10) Cheating

I came to town late one year, in the fall and we ended up frequenting the same coffee shop every Saturday and Sunday. I went there for some peace and quiet where I could read my book and drink some coffee. Even if it wasn't always quiet, I liked to people watch as well. Turns out, you and I shared the same interest in book genres and you even owned the one I was reading at the time! Turned out to be your favourite as well. At first we would just text, about the books we were reading and we would meet up now and then to trade books and talk. Eventually this evolved into sending pictures of ourselves, fully clothed mind you, to the other for fun... Already your boyfriend didn't like me and I hadn't even met him yet!

Fast forward a few months and we started hanging in person, just because instead of just books this time. I did feel an attraction to you and even though I knew you had a boyfriend, I would sometimes try to steal a hug or even a kiss if I felt daring enough. You and your boy started fighting more frequently though and I quickly became your shoulder to cry on during those times, not wanting to see you sad.

One night, after a particularly bad fight, you ran out of the house sobbing. That's when I got your phone call and I came to meet you at the coffee shop.

"I'm so sorry _____ (name? :) )! I know you love him, but he keeps hurting you! Stay at my place tonight? We can talk all night long and I promise I won't try anything funny! You have my word" I promise.

11) Refugee (Neko/ Furry/ Fantasy)

They never accepted us, not from the first time we decided to show ourselves. We were them, but different. Better. Enhanced senses, better muscles, stronger relationships. But there were so much more of them. We were outnumbered and forced into exile. I was on my own for the longest, protecting my den well. That is, until I saw you at the edge of my territory.

All of us, the "animals" we were called grouped up and showed ourselves at the same time, hoping to be taken in and accepted into society. We weren't animals but we resembled them so that's what we got called.

This particular day I was being chased by a large group of them. I had been shot in the leg and was attempting to flee. I knew I was trespassing into your territory, but what choice did I have? It was trespass or die. I ran in and sheltered under an over cropping of rocks, hiding as I tried to heal enough to at least hobble away.

12) Demons and Magic (Fantasy based)

There was an ear splitting crack of thunder outside, seemingly from just above the house. It even made Josh jump, the guy who prided himself on being more of a manly man. He shook his head and look out the window, noticing a strange figure walking down the street. "This storm is insane..." He said to himself. He looks a bit more closely and tries to spot the figure again. Only, it was difficult to make anything out between the flashes of lightning.

It was clear the figure was female. Wider hips and a smaller mid-section made that quite clear. She had nothing other than a t-shirt on and nothing covering her head from the rain, yet she looked dry. Her hair wasn't dampened down or anything. Other than that, that's all that could be made out.

Josh grabbed an umbrella, a blanket and booked it outside, running straight towards where he saw the woman. Once he arrived at the spot where she was, there wasn't a trace of her. Not even footsteps in the muddy sidewalk around him. "What the fu-" he started to say before a clap of thunder cut him off.

Shrugging his shoulders, he wandered back inside and set his umbrella to the side, tossing the blanket down the stairs to set out to dry later. "Coming down in sheets..." He grumbled as he slicked his drenched hair back towards his neck. His shirt was just about to come off when he heard a cough from his living room. He lived alone though...

He stormed into the room, brandishing his umbrella once again. Standing there, was the woman from outside. Sure enough, she was bone dry. Not a drop of water on her..

13) Deserted Island http://www.reddit.com/r/dirtypenpals/comments/2jpatk/18_m4f_deserted_island_rp/

14) Virtual Reality

It's the year 2102. After many weeks with almost no time to yourself, you finally catch a moment of freedom. Your family was going to be out of the city for the next week and a half, leaving you alone to focus on your school work. Although, by now it would be incredibly easy to do your work anywhere, seeing as schools were now virtual. You decided to avoid the distraction though and instead stayed at home to focus properly and maybe pick up a few shifts at work. Schools were fully virtual in that you didn't even have to leave your bedroom in the morning. You donned a simple, white visor that covered your eyes, ears and a probe extended to rest on your neck for voice control. Everything was pre-loaded for you, all you had to do was put it on and you were virtually transported to a school. Clothing and everything related such as hair styles were programmed by yourself at the beginning of each week.

Now, this wasn't the only purpose of these virtual reality drives known as VD2. No, there were many different purposes! Gaming was all virtual now, you were transported into the game but obviously with no harmful side effects. Gaming, gambling, online shopping so you could try on the clothes, everything you could possibly imagine was now virtual... This of course, opened many doors... Seedy doors.

One of many was the black market of the online world where users could enter and do just about anything including sexual acts or fulfilling their fantasies. BDSM rooms, Furry rooms, Futanari rooms, Gender Swapping rooms, anything sexual! If it existed, you could participate in it in this black market area. This place could be completely anonymous or, if you preferred, you could use the real you in digital form. People became whoever they wanted to be in this place, unlike the school where your virtual self was forcibly used. There were endless possibilities for the VD2 and new zones were being created every day.

Seeing as you were alone for a week and a bit, it was only natural that you use this time for yourself, as private time! You decided now would be the perfect time to explore all these rooms you had heard about on the black market zones, without being disturbed. Even if everything was virtual, your real body reacted to the stimulus provided in the digital world, only not as severely or realistically. You lay down on your bed after lunch one day, don the visor and immediately submerse yourself into this fantasy world where you can become anything you want to be or whoever.

15) Zombie Apocalypse

In the year 2033 there was an over population on Earth. Food, water and other important resources were becoming more and more scarce. Unwilling to cull the growth and existing population, the united governments of the world sought new ways to fill the needs of the people. They did however put in place penalties for unlawful childbirth and for unprotected sex if caught. As a result, many sexually transmitted diseases became extinct in the past five years that these laws were in place. The governments developed technologies to house more people in smaller areas, replicating technologies to create food easier and many new devices that would improve day to day life for the masses.

Finally, in 2045, all the right combinations and scenarios came to a spearhead in one single person. Forever known as "Subject 0", he was the first living dead known to man. He was captured at first, all the usual tests and such run on him of course. He had only infected three others, that were gunned down by military after they tried to attack civilians. Subject 0 was the first person in ten years known to be carrying a sexually transmitted disease, multiple to be exact. No scientist could figure out how or why, but he was carrying over ten viruses. Chlamydia, gonorrhoea, HIV... That's just a few of the list. All these diseases, combined with whatever growth hormone the government was putting into the food, provided the ideal conditions for a new strain of deadly virus to emerge. They named it the "Necrosis" virus at first, but as word spread about the symptoms, it became known as simply becoming a zombie.

During a routine sanitation of the cage Subject 0 was kept in, he broke free of his harness and attacked the janitor. Thankfully they were able to restrain him again before the janitor was killed, but he left immediately, afraid for his life. A scientist finished the cleaning instead and then everything returned to normal at the lab in an undisclosed and top secret location. As luck would have it, the janitor developed many symptoms that had been unheard of in a long time. Cold sweats, rashes all over, horrible breath and eventually he started to lose his fingernails and his skin would peel. He kept this all quiet at first, thinking it was just stress that had gotten to him. Unfortunately for him though, Subject 0 was able to have a small snack out of the janitor's shoulder that he never noticed as his coveralls concealed the wound almost immediately. He was becoming a zombie as well, the Necrosis virus was completely ravaging his body and immune system.

A few days after he had been completely consumed by the virus, neighbours started to complain of the smell and of a low droning noise coming from his residence. A few brave souls ventured over, breaking the door down and walking inside. Immediately, the putrid odour became too much and they tried helplessly to mask the stench with their shirts. Eventually, they made their way to the bathroom where they could hear a thumping at the door. That thumping was the poor janitor's newly risen body trying to go somewhere for sustenance. The brave neighbours opened the door swiftly and realized too late what all the signs were pointing to. They became the next living dead shortly after this encounter. They too went home, hoping that nothing would come of it and the janitor made his way out into the world, the broken door no longer an obstacle for him. All the neighbours returned home for a short while, but quickly fell ill and unfortunately infected their families and neighbours once again.

Thus, the Necrosis virus began it's rampage through the population of the world. Quickly spreading, the virus decimated the majority of the world, leaving chaos and devastation in it's wake. After many failed attempts to stop the spread or at least limit it, the government gave up and gathered all the important members, hiding them away in some top secret bunker while the rest of the world descended into anarchy. Only a few clusters of people were left alive, either immune to the virus or lucky enough not to be bitten.

16) Birthday Sex

Josh was just about to turn 19 and he couldn't have been more excited. Not for any real reason particularly, but he loved going out to the bar and getting drunk on special occasions. He had invited a bunch of friends to come with him, to celebrate his 19th year of life. When they all got there, the party really began. Shots, beers, hi-balls, anything that was alcoholic and could possibly lead to intoxication...

Eventually, the night began to turn into a blur though and his mind went fuzzy... All he remembered was an incredibly attractive girl, though he couldn't remember who, and now he was waking up in a strange bed that certainly wasn't his own... Her perfume on the sheets, the smell of her hair on the pillows. He slowly rubbed at his eyes and rolled over onto his back to try and force himself to remember...

Was she the bartender, his girlfriend, some random stranger in the bar? Hell, his sister went with him... It might've been her, who knows...

17) Figuring Out Your Secret

We were really close friends in high school, all throughout university too. We shared everything, pretty much all of our secrets, passwords, video games, everything. Even shared our beds sometimes, when we stayed supef late at each others houses and it was too late to go home.

One day, you were probably busy in class or still asleep, I sent you a few texts.

'Hey, I think you might have my text book in your locker. I'm gonna go grab it! :)' I sent and did exactly that, rummaging through your locker to find my book. Which I did... Only I found something else too...

It looked like just a simple necklace. A cylinder shaped pendant with a little knob at the end. I frowned as I picked it up and inspected it. Definitely wasn't a normal necklace. It almost looked like a vial of some sort, so I twisted the top to try and open it. See, normally I wouldn't prod into other people's things, but this really intrigued me, I had to know. I twisted it just enough and the thing began to vibrate in my hands. It have me quite the shock and I almost dropped it, but saved myself. "Holy fuck..." I mumble, quickly turning it off and shaking my head.

The next text I send you, is a picture of the little necklace in my hand. 'I think we need to talk...' I send along with it. It was obvious that I had figured what it really was. A vibrator, a discreet sex toy...

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