Amelia

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[PLOTDROP💧 @PlotDropHQ]

“You’re not qualified for this job.”

Claire had prepared for the interview for three weeks.

Ten years of experience.

Two degrees.

Excellent references.

And that was the first thing the CEO said.

She closed her portfolio.

“Then why did you invite me?”

He pushed a résumé across the table.

It wasn’t hers.

It belonged to a 23-year-old applicant with almost no experience.

“I want you to tell me,” he said, “why I should hire you instead of him.”

Claire looked at the résumé.

Then pushed it back.

“You shouldn’t.”

[Ryder🤺Tax Miliky @TaxRyder50806]

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵.🤺

The smug attitude, the mocking, the sudden silence it all builds until the tension finally snaps. He moves before they can react, turning their confidence into panic in seconds.

[Daily Cinema @DailyCinema9]

A MUST WATCH🍿

🎬: Eragon (2006)

[SHANTEL @Shantelcr5]

I fúćked a Churchy slút Girl in College

I got out of the military at 25 and went back to school. That's where I met Ashley. She was 19, a tall volleyball player (5'9", I'm 6'3"), long red hair, great ass... I caught her making eyes at me in class. We started hooking up.

Ashley had transferred from a Christian school and told me she was a 'late bloomer.' At this school, she was cutting loose, leaving all that behind.

I wasn't the type of guy she was used to. She told me she wanted to fuck a 'hot guy with tattoos', her words.

The sex was great. She kept wanting to try things she hadn't done yet.

'Let's do it standing up', 'maybe next time you could like cum on my chest', 'I wanna see how much I can deepthroat you', 'you can put a finger in my butt', 'just hold me down and take advantage of me', etc.

She was one of the most vocal girls I'd ever been with. Lots of moaning and screaming, calling out my name, saying things like 'I love your dick' and 'you're so good.' It was hot.

Her pussy was so nice. It was really pink against her pale complexion. I loved eating her out and watching her finger herself.

One time I was giving it to her doggystyle and she kept telling me to go harder until I was pounding her and

[Sherry! @SherrySoft27]

My first threesome with two guys

So the first 3some I had with 2 guys, sort of happened by accident. It certainly wasn’t planned although it had always been something I’d fantasised about. It happened at a dance festival, that I’d gone to with a few girls from college.

At the festival, We met a group of lads around our own age and ended up partying with them until the early hours. One of them was really good looking and funny, he’d caught my eye from the start. We’d been chatting and dancing together and eventually started kissing.

The lad suggested we go back to his tent. He said we wouldn’t be disturbed, as the friend he was sharing with, would be partying to the very end. We sneaked away together. I never needed much encouragement in those days and liked the idea of a quickie in a tent.

Having recently experienced public sex for the first time, I was so excited about fucking in a tent, with so many other tents around us, close by. We got to his tent and it was empty, just as he’d said, he reassured me again that we wouldn’t be disturbed.

We lay down together and started kissing again. I was wearing really small shorts (basically hot pants) and he had his hands all over my ass. I remember he removed both my shorts and knickers at the same
time, he wasn’t wasting any time.

I was now lying there, completely naked from the waist down, with my legs wide open. This lad, I’d only just met a few hours before, now started to play with my completely shaved pussy. It goes without saying, I was very wet by this stage.

He rubbed my clit, nice and slow, while we continued kissing. I reached inside his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. I began wanking him off, while he carried on playing with me. We didn’t do this for long, I was horny and wanted to feel him inside me.

I made it clear what I wanted and that I was ready. I was lying on top of a sleeping bag and he got on top of me. He slowly entered his cock in my pussy and began fucking me. I was so turned on, knowing the people in the tents close by, would be able to hear my moans.

So he was pounding away at me in missionary, my legs spread wide apart. After a while he lifted up my legs. His cock was about average size but my moans became louder as I felt him go deeper inside me. I was still wondering if other people were listening.

Now you’re probably wondering how this became my first mmf 3some. Well this is where it gets interesting and goes from being a casual one night stand, which I was now doing regularly in my sex life to a whole new experience. I suddenly heard the tent unzip!

We were both shocked and stopped fucking, Although he didn’t pull out and he kept his cock inside me. We watched as his friend stumbled inside the tent. When he saw us, he started laughing and said something like “don’t mind me, I’m going to sleep”.

The lad fucking me, asked me what I wanted to do. I was really enjoying myself and close to cumming, so I told him to carry on fucking me. Now I know that was a pretty slutty thing to do but back then, that was me, I was a total slut.

The thought of getting fucked in front of someone else, had unlocked another kink for me. I was so turned on by this, the last thing I wanted him to do was stop. So like the slut I was, I told to carry on and he began fucking me again.

I was a bit worried his friend may have put him off but if anything, he picked up the pace and fucked me harder than before. Maybe he was turned on like me at being watched or maybe he was trying to show off, it didn’t matter to me, I was just the lucky recipient.

[beth_myths @BethMyths]

I found out my boyfriend had been paying his ex's rent.

Not because I went through his phone.

The landlord called me by mistake.

He thought I was the woman listed on the lease and asked when I was planning to make the next payment.

I laughed because I thought he was joking.

Then he mentioned my boyfriend's name.

I waited until he came home and asked him about it.

He didn't even deny it.

He just said, "She has nowhere else to go."

I asked him how long he'd been paying.

"About eight months."

Eight months.

I'd been complaining for months that we couldn't afford to move in together, and apparently he could afford to keep another woman housed.

[Felicity @AdetunjiFelici2]

I told my husband I didn't like his best friend.

He laughed when I first said it.

He said I was being insecure and that she'd been in his life longer than I had.

So I stopped complaining.

Then one night, I came home early and found her sitting on our bed.

Not doing anything.

Just sitting there, eating takeout and watching TV.

My husband wasn't home.

I asked her what she was doing in my house.

She looked at me and said, "He told me I could wait here."

I called him.

He picked up and said, "Please don't start."

That was when I knew this wasn't normal.

[Bobola @cutiesting]

My boyfriend never posted me online.

I didn’t care.

He always said:

“I want to keep our relationship private.”

Then one night, I saw a photo on his phone.

He was holding another woman’s hand.

I asked:

“Who’s she?”

He immediately locked the phone.

[The Celebrity Edit @imlolade]

Summer is my favorite season 😍

[Sholex 🎥 @247sholex]

"My dad paid for my wedding. My husband never forgave him for it."**

Not because of the money.

Because of what my dad said while handing him the check.

"Take care of her better than I could've, or I'll ask for this back."

It was a joke. Everyone laughed. Cake got cut. Photos got taken.

But five years later, my husband still brings it up during arguments. Not the words exactly the feeling. Like he walked into this marriage already being measured against a man he could never out-provide.

I never noticed how much it sat with him until one night he said, "I just wanted one thing in this marriage that was fully mine. Not funded. Not supervised. Mine."

I used to think he was being sensitive over nothing.

Now I think some men carry pride the way we carry emotions quietly, until it leaks out sideways during unrelated fights.

We talked about it properly for the first time last week. Not to fix five years overnight. Just to finally say the thing out loud instead of letting it live underneath everything else.

Some resentments aren't about the actual event.

They're about never getting the chance to say it mattered.

[KAHALA @KAHALA123Y]

Y’all, I always painted my nails nude. hands, feet, didn’t matter. nude was my safe choice. i liked it, it was simple, and honestly, i never really thought twice about it. but this time i wanted something different, so i painted my nails black. nothing dramatic. just black nails. i actually loved them. later that day, i went over to my mom’s house, and one of my uncles noticed them almost immediately. he looked at my hands and laughed. “black nails?

[Tim @Madmoviez_]

My cousin's small business failed after a major client suddenly backed out.
At a family dinner, he admitted he was trying to rebuild everything from scratch.
An uncle smirked and said,
"If you were good at business, your company wouldn't have collapsed in the first place."
The table fell silent.
My cousin lowered his eyes.
He didn't argue.
He didn't try to explain what had happened.
He simply finished his meal in silence.
I never forgot those words.
About eight months later, I unexpectedly ran into that same uncle at the bank...

[Sholex 🎥 @247sholex]

She said 'I forgive you' but changed the WiFi password that same night.

Small thing. Weirdly specific thing. But it told me everything.

We'd had the big blowout fight the night before. Tears, apologies, the whole thing. By morning she was hugging me, saying we were fine, saying she wasn't holding onto it.

Then I tried to connect my laptop and the password didn't work anymore.

"Oh yeah," she said, not even looking up from her phone. "I changed it. New month, new password, you know how I am."

Sure. New month. Happened to land the exact night after I hurt her.

I didn't call her out on it. Honestly I understood it more than she probably wanted me to. Some people say "I forgive you" with their mouth before their actions catch up. The forgiveness was real. It just wasn't finished yet.

Words move fast. Trust moves slow. Sometimes those two things just aren't on the same schedule, even when nobody's lying about anything.

I asked for the new password like it was nothing. She gave it to me like it was nothing.

We both knew it wasn't nothing.

[Gold🤍🌚 @GOLDBABYO]

I took my dad to a small diner for his 70th birthday, and when we got the check, I noticed the waitress had accidentally charged us for another table.

The total was $186.40 instead of the $74.20 we owed, so I called her over and explained the mistake.

She looked at the receipt, sighed, and said, “Of course. Another thing I have to fix tonight.”

My dad smiled politely.

“No problem. We all have bad days.”

[Dr JNR @Drjnr12]

I was staying at my friend’s house when his dog suddenly started growling at the hallway.

I looked, but nothing was there.

My friend laughed and said the dog does that sometimes.

A few minutes later, the dog walked into the hallway and stopped beside an empty wall.

Then it looked back at me.

My phone buzzed.

A message from my friend said:

“Whatever you do, don’t tell him you can see it.”

[Michael @Pitchside_CF]

Three days after we buried my father, my brother changed the locks on Dad’s house.

Then he sent me a picture of the new keys.

“Dad left the house to me,” he wrote.

I called him.

“Show me the will.”

“There isn't one.”

“Then how do you know?”

“Dad told me.”

That was when I knew something was wrong.

My father hated verbal agreements.

He wrote everything down.

Especially when it involved money.

I drove six hours to the house that evening.

My brother had already moved his things into Dad’s bedroom.

He wouldn't let me inside.

“There's nothing here for you anymore,” he said.

I looked at the new lock.

Then I remembered Dad's shed.

He kept a small black notebook there.

I hadn't seen it in years.

The shed still had the old padlock.

My brother hadn't thought to change it.

The notebook was exactly where Dad kept it.

I started reading.

Page 14:

“Tunde asked for $1,600 again. Said it was for roof repairs. Roof was repaired in January.”

Page 27:

“Told Tunde the house stays in both names. He didn't like that.”

Then page 41 stopped me.

“Lawyer coming Thursday. Tunde doesn't know.”

I photographed every page.

The next morning, I found the lawyer.

She read the pages without saying a word.

Then she opened a file.

“Your father left this with me.”

Inside was a letter.

Six days before his death.

It began:

[CHOVE @CHOVEsz]

There’s one character who’s nearly woven into every theory I’ve seen. So if Doomsday drops and they’re absent, that would actually shock me more than Doom making his entrance.

[Dave Braheems @DBraheems]

The tasting was supposed to end at six.
He kept pouring.
Everyone else called rides. I stayed because he said there was a barrel room most people never saw.
There was.
It was cold and quiet and he didn’t turn the overhead lights on.
I set my glass down. He didn’t.
He kissed me against a rack of barrels. I pulled his shirt out of his jeans. He had my dress around my waist and his hand between my legs before I could talk myself out of it.
I came standing up, biting his shoulder so the sound wouldn’t carry up the stairs.
He lifted me onto a crate, pulled my underwear aside, and pushed inside me