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romanticizing my life, one day at a time

[shanon @shanondixy]

My friend came back from jail and fÙcked me r@w - Chapter 2

*Author’s note: All my characters are consenting adults (18+). All s3xual acts depicted are c0nsensual between the adult characters.*

**Chapter 2**

I woke up in his bed.

The sheets still smelled like him, clean sweat, the faint trace of prison that hadn’t fully washed off, and the deeper scent of a man who had spent a year locked away from everything soft. Calum was behind me, one heavy arm locked around my waist, chest pressed to my back. His breathing was slow and even against the back of my neck. For a few seconds I just lay there, feeling the solid weight of him, the dried mess on my lower back from the night before, the quiet of the apartment around us.

He had asked me to stay after the nightmare. I had stayed.

I carefully slid out from under his arm. He made a low sound but didn’t wake. I stood by the bed for a moment looking at him. The longer hair, the unshaven jaw, the thick muscle that hadn’t been there two years ago. The boy I used to know at parties was gone. What was left was harder. Hungrier.

In the kitchen I made coffee and sat at the counter drinking it black, staring at nothing. My body still felt the shape of him. The way he had ground against me. The broken sound he made when he came. I had always had a quiet crush on Calum, even back when he was still the preppy one with the clean polos and the easy smile. Now that crush felt heavier. More dangerous.

I heard the shower start.
Twenty minutes later he walked into the kitchen wearing only a pair of dark sweatpants, hair damp, towel around his neck. He stopped when he saw me.

“Morning,” he said, voice still rough.

“Morning.”

He poured himself coffee and leaned against the opposite counter. For a while neither of us spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable exactly, but it was full of everything that had happened in the dark.

“You didn’t have to stay,” he said eventually.

“You asked me to…”

He nodded once, looking down into his cup. “I don’t remember the last time someone did something like that for me without wanting something back.”

I didn’t answer.

Calum set the cup down and dragged a hand over his face. “About last night—”

“You don’t have to explain.”

“I do.” He looked at me directly. “I’ve been locked up for a year, Ash. No privacy. No touch that wasn’t either violence or nothing. Last night I… I used you. And you let me. I need to know you’re okay with that.”

I held his gaze. “I’m okay with it, you didn’t use me… I wanted it.”

Something shifted in his expression. Relief, maybe. Or something darker.

“Good,” he said quietly. “Because I’ve been hard since I woke up thinking about it.”

The air in the kitchen changed.
I set my own cup down. “Then what do you want to do about it?”

Calum pushed off the counter and walked toward me slowly. He stopped when he was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his bare chest. He reached out and rested two fingers under my chin, tilting my face up.

“I want to take my time with you,” he said. “Last night was desperate. This morning I want to feel every second of it.”

He kissed me.
It wasn’t careful. It was deep and open and a little rough, the first real kiss we had ever shared. I opened for him immediately. His hand slid from my chin to the side of my neck, holding me in place while he tasted my mouth. I could feel him getting hard against my hip through the sweatpants.
When he finally pulled back we were both breathing harder.

“Bedroom,” he said. “Mine.”

I followed him down the hall.
Calum closed the door behind us and turned to face me. He pulled the towel from around his neck and tossed it aside. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down. His cock sprang free, already fully hard, thick and heavy, the skin stretched tight. He wrapped a hand around it and stroked once, slow, watching my face.

[Helen Chika @joshua_helen1]

Would you have helped?

[movie queen 👑👑 @moviequeen22]

We both knew love was never the reason we came together. Sometimes, fate brings two people together for reasons neither can understand. 🖤

#Vikings #RagnarLothbrok #Aslaug #VikingsSeries

[Jankobanker @Jankobanker]

My husband once told his best friend that he couldn't remember the last time I made a sound during intimacy.

I heard him say it, and honestly, it hurt.

That night, I confronted him.

Me: So you think I'm boring in bed?

Husband: I didn't say that. I just wish you would tell me what you enjoy instead of keeping everything to yourself.

Me: Maybe you should stop assuming silence means I'm not enjoying myself.

He looked at me for a moment before asking something I wasn't expecting.

Husband: Then why don't we learn what makes us both happy?

[Ezmayy🌸 @BabyEzmay]

The person that let the snake in the plane without informing the authorities and proper measures should be arrested and taken to court

[ADE @golddfrm]

My husband told me I was selfish for refusing to let his unemployed brother move into our house. What he didn’t know was that I had already seen the messages between him and his mother discussing how they planned to make me pay his brother’s bills.

My name is Rachel. I’m 34, married to David, and we live in a four-bedroom house outside Dallas, Texas. We have two children, both under the age of ten.

I’ve been married for eight years, and for most of that time, I’ve been the person keeping our household financially stable.

David works in sales, but his income fluctuates. I have a full-time job in healthcare administration, and I cover our mortgage, children’s school expenses, groceries and most of our monthly bills.

I never complained because I believed marriage was about supporting each other.

Unfortunately, my husband’s family seemed to believe that marrying David also meant adopting his entire family financially.

His younger brother, Kevin, was 29 and had been unemployed for almost eleven months.

He had moved between three different apartments, borrowed money from relatives and somehow managed to spend every dollar he received.

One Sunday afternoon, David casually mentioned that Kevin needed somewhere to stay.

I asked how long.

“Just a few weeks,” he replied.

I reminded him that we had two children, limited space and enough responsibilities already.

[Web3idy 🫥 @kounwn]

Biblical stories are nothing but pure mythology stories passed down to different generations.

Tell how all this incident were recorded when there were no cameras 📸

Believe them at your risk.

[THE LAST KING @lullymolly]

I RETURNED HOME AFTER A TWELVE-HOUR SHIFT, SEVEN MONTHS PREGNANT, AND MY HUSBAND SLAPPED ME IN FRONT OF HIS MOTHER.

Ten minutes later I was on the kitchen floor with blood running down my legs.

I was terrified I was losing my baby.

They still believed I was powerless.

That was the biggest mistake they could have made.

I arrived at our house in Alexandria at 8:20 p.m.

My feet were swollen from twelve hours of work.

I had not even closed the front door when Carter slapped me across the face.

The blow sent me into the hallway wall.

He yelled that I was late and told me to make dinner for his mother.

His mother, Mrs. Eleanor, sat in the living room smiling.

She said discipline starts in the womb.

A lazy mother raises a lazy child.

Sharp pains had been coming and going all day.

Nobody in that house cared.

I went into the kitchen and cooked while my stomach tightened.

When dinner was ready, Mrs. Eleanor tasted it and spit it out.

She said it was awful.

Carter said I could not do anything right.

I told them I got home late because I was not feeling well.

Mrs. Eleanor shoved me by the shoulder.

My back hit the counter.

Pain shot through my abdomen.

My legs gave way.

Warm blood ran down my legs and pooled on the floor.

I said my baby.

Carter stood up but did not help.

He told me to cut the dramatic bullshit.

I reached for my phone to call 911.

He grabbed it and threw it across the kitchen.

The screen shattered.

He said I was not calling anybody.

Mrs. Eleanor said if I lost the baby it would be my own fault.

Carter moved closer.

He said his uncle was a senior prosecutor.

He was an attorney.

I did not stand a chance against them.

For two years I had endured his temper and his mother’s insults.

I stayed quiet because I wanted a life that belonged to me.

But my father once told me that real power is not something you show off.

You use it when you have run out of every other option.

I looked at Carter and told him to call my father.

He laughed.

His mother laughed with him.

She called my father a miserable country bumpkin.

Carter found the contact labeled Dad and put the call on speaker.

It rang three times.

Then my father answered.

Carter started talking.

He told him his daughter was being dramatic and needed to learn her place.

My father listened without interrupting.

When Carter finished, my father said only one sentence.

He said he would be there in twenty minutes.

Carter laughed again and hung up.

He told me to clean the floor.

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang.

Carter opened it still smiling.

Three men in suits stood on the porch.

Behind them were two police officers.

My father did not raise his voice.

He simply said he was the director of a federal agency and that his daughter and unborn grandchild had been assaulted.

The officers stepped inside.

Carter’s smile disappeared.

Mrs. Eleanor tried to speak.

No one listened.

They took me to the hospital in an ambulance.

The baby was stable.

Carter was arrested that night.

His uncle the prosecutor could not help him.

Some people believe their connections make them untouchable.

They forget that the quiet person they have been hurting may have someone far more powerful waiting to be called.

Never assume the person you abuse has no one who can protect them

[Emilia @noirframez]

Years on Twitter, now X, and I’m still stumbling across features I never knew existed. The fact that you can turn a post into a screenshot straight from the Copy Link option is such a clever little trick. X keeps surprising me!

[Lavinia @Laviniao4]

Billie Eilish really said “I’ll do both”. The duality is unmatched👀…

[D_chris @CDonatus75892]

🎥🎥 what a scene to watch

[LAYLAH @Morenikeji89392]

大学時代の親友から同窓会に誘われたとき、彼と最後に会ってから、もう7年近くが経っていました。

大学時代、私たちは本当に仲の良い友人でした。

一緒に勉強し、パーティーに参加し、お互いの秘密を打ち明け、試験で大変なときも支え合っていました。

しかし、卒業後はそれぞれ違う道を歩むことになりました。

私は仕事のために別の街へ引っ越し、彼は地元に残ってキャリアを築いていました。

久しぶりに再会した彼は、以前よりずっと大人びていて、自信に満ちた別人のように見えました。

[⚡THUNDERSTORM ⚡ @YoungD_009]

26歳女性です。父の金銭問題について、客観的なご意見をいただきたいです。

自営業を営む父は、長年にわたり父方の祖父母や伯父の家族を支援し続けてきました。伯父の子供たちの学費だけで約3,000万円、生活費も含めると総額1億円近くになると言われています。現在も祖父母の毎月の家賃10万円を払い続けています。

しかし、父の事業は資金繰りが悪化して借金が膨らんでおり、破産する可能性が高い状態です。私自身も父に約200万円を貸しており、最近では毎月40万円ほど求めてくるようになりました。父は「育ててやったのだから、助け合うのは当然だ」と言います。

祖父母からも父を助けるよう言われ、伯父の子供たちと比較されながら「もっといい仕事に就かないと父親を助けられないぞ」と言われました。

そこで私は、母、弟、母方の祖母と共に、ローン完済済みの持ち家に引っ越して独立することを提案しました。これにより、父が現在支払っている月30万円の生活費が不要になり、父が祖父母と同居すれば家賃10万円も削減できるため、年間で480万円の支出削減になります。

[sugar boy @Sugark1475]

My personal advice to Elon Musk is straightforward: don’t let a political disagreement over taxes turn into a conflict that harms everything you’ve worked so hard to create. If you oppose Gina Hinojosa’s proposed tax policies, address them through negotiations, legal avenues, and public discussion rather than quickly threatening to leave Texas.

You have established some of the most impactful companies in the United States, generated thousands of jobs, and drawn billions in investments. Keep in mind that behind every Tesla plant are ordinary American workers and families who rely on those jobs to make a living. Don’t allow a political disagreement to put their livelihoods in jeopardy.

You don’t have to align with every governor, whether Democrat or Republican, but you should recognize that business leadership demands patience, strategy, and thoughtful decisions. Challenge the policy, not the people. Safeguard your employees, safeguard your businesses, and don’t allow politics to dismantle your empire.

[osita @osita9401]

How do married men cope with wives who never moan, scream, or even move during intimacy?

Honestly, isn't it boring?

Some men spend their entire marriage trying to make their wives feel comfortable, but their partners lie there like wooden dolls, giving absolutely no reaction.

One man once complained to his friend:

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm making love to a pillow. No sounds, no movement, nothing. I can't even tell if she's enjoying herself."

His friend laughed and asked, "Have you ever tried talking to her about it?"

[Tife @boluwatife3xni]

The landlord of my small bakery called on Sunday night. "I'm raising your rent to triple, starting next month. Sign the new lease by Friday or leave."
I had spent six years building that bakery. Every oven, every regular customer, every Saturday morning line out the door.
I didn't beg. I didn't threaten to move out.
I just said, "Please email me the new lease. I'd like to read it first."

[Layla 🩶 @Aricovy]

The best horror movie you'll see today 🎬

She gave birth to a baby but turned out to be something else 😳😮

[Skynetverfied @skynetverf75790]

The type of audition every man wishes to get invited to 😂🎬

[LALA🦋 @Laalaa_288]

LETS GO FISHING

[FOUNTAIN @Sucre770]

It was one of those typical, stormy nights you see in the movies. Rain pouring, big flashes lightning up the sky with the heavy clap of thunder in the distance.
She was telling me we should just cancel but i didn’t mind the bad weather. Not for what I had planned.
Charlotte was bundled up, watching the night sky light up again. The only sound was the rain, tapping against the roof of the car and distant rumbling. It was nice, peaceful even. The trees surrounding us providing a bit of cover against the elements. The roads had very light traffic, the bad weather keeping people away.

“Where are we going again?”

She’d been asking all morning.

“It’s a surprise” I teased her. “You have to trust me”

“I trust you. But some sunshine would be nice about now” a ghost of a smile on her lips.

The rain had put a little damper on my plans, but I wasn’t going to let it ruin our night.
I knew once she saw where we were going, she’d feel better.

“We’ll be inside for the most part. I can shield you while we walk in if I must.” I winked at her.

“How sweet of you!” she sighed, her hand over her heart. “What would I ever do without you”