i love letting him take charge like this. he got his hands all over my ass and i was dripping for him the whole time 🥵 want to see more of this?
@isiahmaxwell
네번째 생존법.
특수부대가 가르치는 약탈자의 표적에서 벗어나는 '회색 인간(Gray Man)' 5대 은신 철칙
대정전이나 국가 비상사태가 72시간을 넘어가면, 사람들은 이웃이 아니라 '자원을 찾는 탐색자'로 변합니다. 이때 가장 먼저 털리는 집은 아이러니하게도 '가장 튼튼하게 문을 걸어 잠근 집'입니다.
생존의 최고 경지는 무력으로 침입자와 싸워 이기는 것이 아니라, 애초에 약탈자의 시야와 관심에서 완벽히 사라지는 것(스텔스)입니다.
전 세계 특수부대와 프레퍼들이 목숨처럼 지키는 5가지 은신 철칙입니다.
1. 문을 단단히 잠그지 말고, '이미 털린 집'으로 위장하라
문 앞에 두꺼운 쇠사슬을 감고 철판을 덧댄 집은 약탈자에게 "이 안에 지킬 게 아주 많다"고 광고하는 초대장입니다.
전문 약탈자들은 이미 털린 집을 굳이 다시 뒤지지 않습니다.
현관문 앞에 깨진 유리 조각, 찢어진 박스, 흙먼지를 흩뿌려 두고 문짝을 살짝 긁거나 찌그러뜨려 두세요. "누군가 이미 들이닥쳐 싹 털어가고 버려진 폐가"처럼 보이는 집이 가장 안전한 요새입니다.
2. 야간의 불빛 통제 (Light Discipline) — 스마트폰 화면은 1.5km 밖에서도 보인다
완전한 암흑 속에서 촛불 하나, 스마트폰 화면 하나는 1.5km 밖에서도 칼같이 포착됩니다. 불빛이 새어나가는 순간 당신의 집은 살아있는 표적이 됩니다.
- 창문은 암막 커튼 뒤에 은박 돗자리나 택배 골판지를 덧대어 테이프로 빈틈없이 밀봉하세요.
- 실내 조명은 바닥에서만, 그것도 붉은색 조명이나 극도로 어두운 랜턴을 천장이 아닌 바닥을 향해서만 켜야 합니다.
3. 음식 조리 냄새는 약탈자를 부르는 페로몬이다 (Odor Discipline)
굶주린 사람의 후각은 맹수 수준으로 예민해집니다.
창밖으로 빠져나가는 라면 끓이는 냄새, 고기 굽는 냄새는 반경 100m 안의 모든 굶주린 이들을 당신의 문 앞으로 부르는 피 냄새와 같습니다.
비상 상황 초기 1~2주는 냄새가 전혀 나지 않는 비가열 식품(에너지바, 초콜릿, 통조림, 견과류)만 섭취하세요. 끓이고 볶는 요리는 자신의 위치를 방송하는 자살행위입니다.
4. 발전기 소리는 "여기 기름과 전기가 있다"는 사이렌이다
정전 상황에서 골목에 웅웅거리며 울려 퍼지는 소형 발전기 모터 소리는 약탈자들에게 가장 매력적인 전리품 신호입니다.
완벽한 지하 방음 설비가 갖춰지지 않은 곳에서 발전기를 돌리는 것은 표적이 되겠다고 자청하는 꼴입니다. 침묵은 어떤 방탄문보다 강한 방패입니다.
5. 밖으로 나갈 때는 '가장 비참하고 가난한 몰골'로 다녀라
외부에 물이나 정보를 구하러 나갈 때 값비싼 전술 배낭(Tactical Bag)이나 멀쩡한 등산복을 입는 것은 "나를 털어달라"는 뜻입니다.
- 때가 타고 찢어진 낡은 옷을 겉에 덧입으세요.
- 손과 얼굴에 흙먼지나 검댕을 묻히세요.
- 가방 대신 낡고 헤진 비닐봉투나 포대자루를 쥐고 다니세요. 누구의 눈에도 띄지 않고 스쳐 지나가는 '회색 인간(Gray Man)'이 되어야 무사히 가족의 품으로 돌아올 수 있습니다.
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An American porn actress swallowed close to 1 liter of semen from 80 men in 1 Madrid shoot. The count was 122 loads, plus 10 to the face.
In the video below, she’s asked what that production day actually looked like.
The night before, she had dinner with the director. She asked about testing and pay. He opened his spreadsheets.
The studio, Premium Bukkake, works from a roster of 300 men in Madrid. Referral only. Every test result drops into the spreadsheet automatically, so the crew sees who’s cleared to work. The men get paid more for a better shot.
On the day, she got 3 medications for her stomach. One was a muscle relaxant.
9 Colombian fluffers had their own green room. Pink furniture. Candy on the table.
80 men lined up in front of them while her porn played on the TV. Baby wipes between each one.
The rules: 10 in her mouth, swallow. 10 more, swallow. Repeat to 50. Break. Interview. Back in.
One fluffer held a bowl under her chin. Her official title was scooper. Whatever spilled went in the bowl. At the end, she licked the bowl clean.
One man missed her mouth. She heard him whisper:
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
The usual finale is 5 on the face. She asked for 10.
During the director’s speech in Spanish she caught 1 word. Ojos. Eyes. After the shoot she walked up to him:
“Did you tell these men to aim for my eyes?”
He said no. At dinner she’d mentioned she didn’t mind. 80 men heard it as a target.
“I’ve sent them so many Americans.”
Is this the best-run set in porn, or the most degrading one?
Voldemort: "Now Potter, I shall take my revenge and-"
Harry: "Molest me?!"
Voldemort: "... No. I-What? Why would you think I'd-?"
Harry: "Your most loyal servant was a 30 something old man who slept and bathed with underaged boys as a rat."
Voldemort: "Wha-No! Nonono-"
Harry: "I'd actually rather you kill me instead of do that."
Voldemort: "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU! I'm not gonna-DAMNIT WORMTAIL THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"
Wormtail: "No! I swear I didn't do anything like that! I was a rat!"
Voldemort: "CRUCIO!"
Voldemort: "Well Harry... It seems you were to be Dumbledore's Galahad. The son of a flawed hero who wronged me, meant to triumph where he failed. And yet, your purity has not availed you. You are but a puppet of a senile old man."
Harry: "Who?"
Voldemort: "... Galahad? The son of Lancelot? Of the Knights of the Round Table? King Arthur? MERLIN?!"
Harry: "I mean I've heard of Merlin but the knights? I mean, sort of? Isn't Arthur supposed to go around while Percy claps coconuts together?"
Voldemort: "MONTY PYTHON?! THAT'S ALL YOU KNOW?!"
Harry: "I mean... Should I know more?"
Voldemort: "The Arthurian epics are a chronicles of knightly deeds and incredible magic! How in the hell have you NOT read them?!"
Harry: "The Dursleys hated anything to do with magic. Or reading. Or fun."
Voldemort: *Very, very deep breath, exhale* "... All right. We are going to read through Le Morte d'Arthur and other works of the Matter of Britain... Then I'm going to murder your relatives... And then we will fight to the death PROPERLY."
Harry: "Why are you so hung up on my education?"
Voldemort: "How would you feel if your nemesis was an incompetent moron?!"
Harry: "... Well-"
Voldemort: "SHUT UP!"
I walked in and 2 of the guys were DP'ing 🦴🦴 her, the others were pissing 🍾💦 on her face...
I asked if she was ok and she looked up and said "you gonna piss or just stand there looking stupid ? "
God's favorite Sluzza @lilyphillip_s ❤️
She got g*ngb*nged by a room full of strangers in a movie theater. She didn’t plan it. She didn’t know any of them. She walked in as one man’s date on Valentine’s Eve, and by the time the lights were still off, random men were lining up behind her with condoms they just bought from the lobby. She rode one, stroked the rest, and told the guy underneath her: “You’re gonna have a little bastard movie theater baby.”
Her name is Maddie Collins. A few years before that theater, she was a preschool teacher in Arizona. Then a dental assistant. Then a stripper doing pole tricks at Christy’s Cabaret in Scottsdale. One night during Covid she decided that if the world was ending, she might as well try everything. She joined the industry the next week and never went back to a real job.
In the video below she describes that Valentine’s Eve the way a bartender would explain a weird Tuesday shift. No drama. No shame. Just logistics.
Here’s what happened. A guy she was hooking up with asked if she wanted to “go somewhere fun.” She asked if it was legal. He said yes. She says it did not feel like it.
They walked into the theater. Two rules on the wall: no smoking, no cash exchange. That was it. Everything else was fair game.
She started riding him in the seat. Other men noticed. They walked to the lobby, bought condoms, and came back. She describes their d*cks as “cute.” She says “really small.” She laughs.
Not one of the strangers finished. She calls herself their “fever dream” and says she left that room like a “guardian angel.”
The only man who came was the one underneath her. And she made it happen with five words: “I’m not on birth control.”
She went home. She took a Plan B. She calls the guy her “Plan B baby daddy” and says sometimes she just gambles.
A preschool teacher turned p*rn star just described an accidental g*ngb*ng with strangers in a public theater and her only disappointment was that none of them were big enough.
Is that confidence, or the kind of story that only sounds fun because she’s the one telling it?
she agreed to have sex on camera for money, came back multiple times (ep 396 & 403 btw), but bc they distributed it online instead of via DVD, they ended up with human trafficking charges and she's a "victim"
can someone please explain this to me like I'm a w*man, I don't get it
Porn star Jessie Rogers was 18 when a director forced brooms and bananas inside her for hours until she was swollen shut and crying on camera - then told her she wouldn't get paid if she stopped. A male performer raped her off set. Another beat her head against the floor until she bled, choked her unconscious twice, and locked her in a bathroom. She contracted herpes on set. Over 10 urgent care visits. When she told her agent she'd been raped, he stared at her blankly and said: "So, did you guys have fun?"
She found the ad on Craigslist when she was 17. An agent called and said it straight - it's porn. She was booked for her first shoot the day after her 18th birthday. A Penthouse spread. Her first few scenes were awkward but fine. She thought she could handle it.
The solo shoot on the East Coast was where it started. The director made her insert objects - brooms, bananas, whatever was around - for hours. Her body swelled. She was in real pain, sobbing on camera, begging to stop. He said: we won't pay you if you stop now. She kept going.
Back in LA, her agent kept booking her even when she was sick. She trusted one male performer enough to see him outside of work. The last time they were together, he raped her. She says it herself: "The way we had sex the last time I saw him - it wasn't consensual."
She went to her agent and told him what happened. He stared at her with a completely blank face. Then he said: "So, did you guys have fun?"
That was the day she quit. Years later she stood in front of the California State Assembly and testified for a bill requiring condoms on porn sets. She told legislators what no one in the industry wanted them to hear.
She walked into porn at 18 through a Craigslist ad. By the time she walked out, she'd been raped, beaten, infected, and ignored - and the man responsible for her career asked if she had fun.
Does the porn industry protect its performers, or does it just replace the ones it breaks?