A Spectre Of Sluttiness Haunting Your Phone

“But there are dark, untouched corners within all of us. Sex can be very exciting in one moment and barely tepid the next. It can feel like love but not be love. It can feel like possession and then the person walks away. You can’t possess another person. You can’t make another person not die. If nothing else, at least my vomit fetish is mine. It’s mine and it’s real.”

Going to sleep in Lumiose after a long day. You've been stressed, having one of the worst weeks of your life because of your waking hours, but you've been getting the best sleep in your life at the same time. You dread to think about what you might be doing if not for the good night's rest keeping you sane. You tuck into bed, having just finished your sleepy-time tea, reading a book until you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. (A ritual you hadn't started until the first time it visited you.)

You wake up in a forest, strange and alien to you, but so familiar after this last week. You know you're not actually awake, of course, images of your sleeping form flashing in the sky like bolts of lightning illuminating the void above you. You make your way down the path, ignoring the shadows creeping in the corners of your vision, hiding behind the trees on either side of the pathway, images of your sleeping body now noticeably featuring a silhouette imposed upon your bedroom wall.

It is approaching you, and you it. Cresting the hill into a large open area, sunken into the ground with a circle of stone and small stepping stones peeking up out of the few-inches deep water that otherwise covers the bottom of the area. You step over each stone with a practiced precision, thankful for those nights when you haven't had to walk yourself back. You've never explored what else you could do with these lucid dreams, or lucid "nightmares" is probably more accurate, you guess. You settle yourself down in the circle, looking up at the full shining moon as the shadows creep away from you.

Only to take that familiar, ominous form silhouetted by the moon, standing on top of that rock to peer down at your waiting body. You're already naked, having stopped wearing pyjamas after your second or third dream visit. You blink at the figure is above you, lowering itself down to sit in front of you on the stone, though you noticeably cannot see any legs that it can sit on. You reach a hand out, your vision fading as the nightmare touches your skin. It's cold, almost upsettingly so if not carried by the warmth of what comes next.

You're outside of yourself now, watching the images superimposed on the void now, your body naked and covered by the sheets of your bed, the nightmare peeling back the comforter and top cover to reveal your nude form. You feel the chill, but you know there's nothing you can do about it, nor would you want to if you even could. The gentle caress of the nightmare's claws on your skin send shivers up your spine and straight to your sex, watching eagerly as the creature descends upon you. It's a mess of pleasure, all at once you feel like its kissing you, fucking you, being fucked by you, pleasing you with whatever it has that's closest to a mouth. You achieve your first orgasm quickly, knowing the following sensitivity will just make the rest of the evening all the more pleasurable.

on being yourself

new evidence just dropped, add it to the list...

well, new evidence just dropped. add it to the list.

If that doesn't convince you, idk what will!

I was on vacation. Feet in the sand. Completely unplugged.

And then they found me.

A family of geese, mother, father, five goslings . Walking with the quiet confidence of a Series B startup that just closed their round. No hesitation. No permission. They approached me like I had requested the meeting.

Here's what this family of geese taught me about B2B SaaS:

🪿 You can cold approach anyone, at any time. The only limits are your fears and anxieties. That goose did not know me. Did not have my contact info. Did not ask for permission first. He just walked up and delivered value (aggressively). Be the goose.

🪿 Networking can happen anywhere, anytime. I was "off the clock." They were not. Pipeline doesn't take PTO, and neither does opportunity.

🪿 Bring your team. That goose didn't show up alone. He showed up with his entire organization. When you're closing, have your people present.

🪿 Create urgency. He didn't ask. He didn't nurture the lead through a drip campaign. He hissed and I was browbeaten into giving them my entire sandwich in under 90 seconds. That's a faster conversion than anything in our current funnel.

🪿 Don't be afraid to follow up. I tried to leave. He followed. Persistence wins.

I came to the beach for rest. I left with a renewed sense of purpose, hungry, and a minor injury on my left ankle.

Nature is the greatest teacher.

What's your goose story? Drop it in the comments. 👇

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Girl that apologizes for all of that, says she was going through a lot figuring out she was gay and took it out on you and feels bad about it, so she buys you a few drinks to apologize.

Girl that feels really comfortable to be around after you notice you her turning away a few guys with a sharp glare so you can be alone with her.

Girl that offhandedly jokes that she can take you out back and give you one last wedgie "for old times sake"

Girl that looks confused when you get visibly blushy and flustered and moan like you need something when she places a hand on your back near your waistband.

Girl whose heartrate spikes when you accidentally let slip that youve been fantasizing about her doing that exact thing to you for the last 15 years.

Girl who smiles sadistically as she invites you back to her place so she can bully you the way she always wanted to back when she didnt know why she thought you were cute.

Girl that bounces you one single time because your panties are too cute and she doesnt wanna ruin them and stares in stunned silence as she finds out that thats all to make you cum your pretty little brains out.

Girl who cant stop herself from grinning while she listens to you apologize for it.