I once worked at a retail store for almost two years. I was reliable, rarely missed work, and was always willing to help whenever someone needed a shift covered.
But for several months, I noticed something strange about my schedule.
I was constantly given late evening shifts during the week, while two newer employees kept getting the better morning and weekend shifts.
I didn’t think much of it until Chloe, a new employee who had only been there for three weeks, started getting almost every Saturday shift.
I finally approached my manager, Brian.
Me: “I’ve been asking for more weekend hours for months. Is there a reason I’m never considered?”
Brian: “I’m just trying to give everyone a fair chance.”
Me: “But I’ve been here longer, and I have more experience.”
Brian: “Don’t worry. Your opportunity will come.”
I walked away, but two weeks later, nothing had changed.
Then a coworker told me something that made me suspicious. Apparently, Brian had been telling people I wasn’t flexible enough to handle different shifts.
That annoyed me because he had never actually given me the opportunity to prove otherwise. I had asked for weekend shifts, offered to cover different hours, and made it clear that I was available.
I decided to keep copies of my schedules and messages requesting additional shifts.
I had no idea how important those messages would become.
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Trump Says US Will Stop $4 Billion Aid to Israel
Trump announced the US will stop paying roughly $4 billion a year to Israel by the end of 2026. He said he and Netanyahu already made the deal months ago and that Israel no longer needs the money. Details on exactly how it works are still unclear.
After years of sex with a husband who was on the smaller side I now realise that size does matter
I've realised that size does matter
My husband and I had a sex life someone might call very orthodox and maybe even boring,I only orgasmed about 4-5 out of a 100 during penetration and would almost always be relied on him or myself for external stimulation with vibrators,fingers or the occasional oral sex
I knew my husband's cock isn't big but until I measured it last year I didn't realise it was actually much smaller than I thought of it to be and why my husband always was so freakin reluctant on measuring him
Afterwards me and him had a conversation about his lack in anatomy and we eventually decided to order silicon sleeves off the internet of a few kinds to add on to his appendage
And it's only been about 1 month and I have initiated sex with him every 2nd day in the past month and had an orgasam during intercourse almost every time, almost for the first time I have ever been actually loud in bed
My husband even with the sleeve isn't the monstrous sizes as I've seen a few people and they was much bigger compared to my husband with a sleeve so I know it's not like you need a shit ton in size but you certainly need some girth and length to get proper feelings inside of you and I am loving this part of our marriage
After I've been orgasming with the silicon sleeve my husband himself admits he doesn't have much down there and doesn't seem insecure about it and that pleases me
TLDR: My husband's cock isn't big and after we tried a silicon sleeve I realised that I am into slightly bigger ones and I've really been enjoying the sleeve
there was a man who came into our café every morning and ordered two coffees.
one for himself.
one for someone who never arrived.
he'd sit by the window for exactly twenty minutes, drink his coffee, then leave the other untouched.
after two months, my coworker asked if he was waiting for a date.
he smiled.
"something like that."
we started inventing theories. maybe his wife had died. maybe he was waiting for his son. maybe he was a lonely millionaire with a complicated past.
one morning, i finally asked him directly.
he looked at the empty chair.
"i used to bring my daughter here before school. she hated coffee, but she loved sitting by this window."
"where is she now?"
"she's twenty-six. lives in another country. we haven't spoken in four years."
i felt terrible for asking.
then he pulled out his phone.
"she's coming today."
at 9:15, the café door opened.
a woman walked in, spotted him, and burst out laughing.
"DAD! YOU'RE STILL DOING THIS?"
she hugged him so tightly his glasses nearly fell off.
apparently, she'd told him years ago that she'd return when he finally stopped ordering coffee for her.
he looked at the second cup.
"well, you haven't returned until today."
she sat down.
"i ordered tea."
he called me over.
"can we exchange this?"
then he looked at his daughter.
"four years, and you still refuse to drink coffee."
she smiled.
"four years, and you still haven't learned."
I had boyfriend fuck me in front of my best friend at a festival and then told him to fuck her too
the three of us shared a tent, which was already a bad idea. by saturday night we were all buzzed and wound up. my boyfriend and I hadn't had sex all weekend because of how thin the tent walls were, and I was ready to climb him by the time we crawled in. my best friend was lying right next to us, and we were whispering and giggling about being quiet. then his hand slid up my thigh and I stopped caring.
I whispered "she's right there" and he said "then be quiet." then he kissed my neck and I stopped fighting it. I looked over and she was awake, just watching us in the dark. I said "sorry, we can stop," and she said "don't you dare."
he pulled my shorts off and got on top of me and shoved his cock inside me with no warning, and I bit my own arm to stay quiet. he fucked me hard, one hand over my mouth, and the whole tent shook with every thrust. I turned my head and she had her hand down her shorts, rubbing herself while she watched, her mouth open and her eyes locked on his cock sliding
21F I let the delivery guy cu*m on my face
When I home alone I sometimes ordered food and I was always doing some risky stuff. Sometimes I would answer door naked or with just a t-shirt on. Other times I would touch myself right before and answer with my fingers still smelling like pussy. But this one time I went a bit further.
I was given a task to open door wearing only a thong and offer blowj0b as a tip.
I ordered some food and left a comment in the app "hope you have some free time after delivering my order" I wasn't sure if anyone would even read it but I had to try. When I got a notification that my order is on the way, I stripped and waited for him to come slowly touching myself.
He was a bit older than me, maybe around 30 and nice looking. He joked about my comment and asked if I was serious. I said that I’d like to blow him if he’s up for it.
He said okay. We went inside and I closed the door. I got on my knees and took his cock out of his pants. I took his semi hard cock in my mouth and started svcking. I was trying to take him as deep as I could. He was moaning and holding my head. After some time he was fucking my mouth and I was gagging and drooling.
He pulled his cock out and I opened my mouth and he shot his load all over my face and in my mouth. He said that I'm a good little cocksvcker and left. I swallowed as much as I could and cleaned the rest with my fingers.
They had been dating for eight months when she asked him why he had never introduced her to his closest friends.
He promised to arrange it.
A week later, she met them.
Everyone was friendly until one friend casually asked:
"So, are you the new girlfriend or the one he told us about last Christmas?"
She looked at him.
He suddenly became very interested in his drink.
Sometimes, the past has a way of introducing itself.
I [25] had another nice weekend with my dad [45]
When I visit my dad, it's normal for me to hear him masturbating in his bedroom or in the bathroom. For us, that's normal. He taught me that it's normal and natural, and I should never be ashamed and should satisfy my needs whenever I want. But we've never masturbated together or in front of each other - we wouldn't do that. However, when I tell people that it feels comfortable and good
My best friend's brother came over to fix my sink and I rewarded him with my Wet Puxsy..
I have a leak under my bathroom sink that has been dripping for two weeks. I told my RA about it twice. Maintenance has not come. The bucket I put under it fills up every day and I am tired of emptying it.
Dev said he would come look at it.
Dev is my best friend's older brother. I have mentioned him before. He is twenty three and he works construction and he has big hands and he knows how to fix things and he has been inside me more times than either of us will ever admit to his sister.
I knew he was coming at four. I took a shower at three forty five. I timed it so I would be getting out right when he knocked and if you think that was not intentional you have not been paying attention to anything I have ever said about myself.
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A Princess for the Queen H0t nights on High Seas. (L€sbian F@nt@sy)
Karin and Minea spent a few more lovely days on Lesbea Island, even though they weren’t quite as eventful as the days at the festival. The two of them enjoyed the sun and the warm climate just as much as the delicious drinks and snacks Suzuki served them. Their last days on Lesbea were peaceful and cozy. Suzuki also loved telling her curious queens all about her adventures with Mei-Lin and the people and lifestyles she’d gotten to know. Queen Minea was particularly interested in the artist Lulu. And so they went to visit her. Of course, Lulu was as eccentric as ever and greeted her guests wearing nothing but a bathrobe that she hadn’t even buttoned up. Minea and Lulu hit it off immediately and chatted about the goddess and the world. They also bought the painting that Lulu had created using her breasts. To Suzuki’s relief, this visit didn’t end in an orgy of cuddly s€x, as she had experienced before. Still, she was certain that both Lulu and Queen Minea wouldn’t have minded a little fun between the sheets. However, most of Lulu’s household wasn’t there, and she had a strict rule that s€x with others could only take place with everyone’s consent. That simply meant less stress and jealousy in the l€sbian love community.
And so the last few days of the honeymoon drifted by, and it was soon time to leave. Suzuki had carefully packed the luggage and, with the help of some sailors, had already taken it to the harbor where the Moon Lance was waiting. The queen’s ship was as beautiful as ever. And when it was time to depart, Queen Susana also came to bid them farewell. Today she was wearing a bikini with only a sheer camisole over it. Nevertheless, she radiated a regal dignity and composure that greatly impressed Karin.
Susana: My friends, it’s such a shame that you have to leave us already. You’re always welcome on Lesbea, and we’d be delighted if you came to visit us again someday.
Karin: “Oh, I think we’ll come back to the festival next year. And who knows—maybe my Karin will be one of the dancers then?”
She said with a smile as they bid farewell to their friend the queen with a kiss and a hug. And as the Moon Lance finally sailed out of the harbor, it was seen off by a crowd of smiling, waving women. Karin and Minea stood at the bow of the ship, smiling and waving back. And only when the island was barely visible after a good hour did the two leave the deck of the Royal Trimarane and retire to their private quarters.
On this first evening at sea, the two were simply in the mood for some cuddling. And so they made themselves comfortable in the ship’s throne room. It was located at the stern of the ship and had a circular layout. The roof and walls consisted of quite ingenious mechanisms that could be opened and closed; depending on the weather and climate, it could thus be an open, airy space or a cozy, warm refuge from the elements. Today, however, it was warm enough that the hall was open. A gentle sea breeze blew through the curved sides, muffled only slightly by the fabric sails stretched between the columns. But the roof was completely open, offering a view of billions of stars illuminating the night. Minea and Karin simply enjoyed the evening, cuddling and kissing.
Karin: “You know, when they told me I’d be married off to the Lesbian Queen as a peace offering, I thought my life was going to be terrible. I mean, an arranged marriage—and with a woman, no less? I thought you might be mean or cruel and punish me for my father’s stupid war.” But you’re so completely different from the horror scenarios I had in my head. Over the past few weeks, though, I’ve learned that you’re so much more than just a pervert.”
She said this with a giggle that actually made Minea blush. The Queen pulled her beloved a little closer and kissed her.
Minea: To be completely honest, I deliberately delayed the wedding.
Elon Musk thinks Tesla’s Optimus robot could eventually cost less than a car. The numbers are worth looking at.
Musk has projected that once Tesla reaches production of more than one million Optimus robots annually, manufacturing costs could fall below $20,000 per unit.
At that scale, mass production changes the economics.
Tesla’s estimated component costs include roughly $5,000 to $6,000 for the onboard AI computer, with the remaining cost spread across actuators, batteries, sensors and other hardware.
But there’s an important distinction: this is a projected manufacturing cost, not a confirmed retail price.
The bigger question is what happens when humanoid robots become cheap enough for businesses and eventually households to consider buying them.
Tesla isn’t just trying to build a robot. It’s trying to make humanoid robotics a mass-market industry.