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“Duly noted. But that… ‘power dynamic’ you’re talking about?” “Yes?” “I don’t want it to change. I’m not going to expressly go into detail about what is and isn’t on the interracial table with the exception of some very hard limits, but beyond that… I’ve decided I’m open to anything.” “Anything?” “Like I said, with some limits. I’ll write you a note later. But beyond that, use your imagination.” “You’re serious about that.” “The way I’m seeing it, I’m getting three relationships in one. I’m learning about myself too, as well as you guys. You’re all pretty different. Different from each other and different from what I expected. So maybe having you all share me is like some kind of high intensity training and I’ll come out the other side of it with a whole new understanding of sex and sexuality. Or maybe I’ll discover there’s a bunch of stuff I really don’t like. Either way, call me Alice, because I want voyeur to see how deep the rabbit hole goes.” Sam remained silent in thought for a long time, and she thought she saw a smile tug at the corners of his pursed lips. “Alright. You’ve given me something to think about. I’m going to go wash up after work before I start dinner, maybe we’ll catch up after?” “It’s a date.” Once Sam was gone and she heard the shower running Tegan lay back down and took out a journal from her nightstand drawer. It seems prudent to start taking notes about what she was learning in this experience and started retroactively chronicling the last few days. She assumed that Angus would be home shortly and want to pick up where they left off this morning so she didn’t see the point in re-dressing and was content to lie there in the nude with her door ajar as she put pen to paper and unleashed a stream of consciousness. It was strangely freeing to be able to do that and not even feel like she should keep herself hidden or covered out of some notional sense of propriety. She wondered if she had ever really felt embarrassed if someone saw her naked unexpectedly, or she only reacted because it was the social convention to do so. In any case, she very quickly became comfortable with the fact she didn’t have to be self-conscious about nudity anymore. Not that she necessarily wanted to wander around in the nude, but gone were those daily fears that someone might get a peek at her in the shower, or an errant nipple might escape from her blouse, or one of the boys might see her underwear up her skirt if she sat the wrong way. Somehow she doubted she’d feel that way outside. This afternoon was a perfect example. She’d been mad to walk around outside in a dress and no underwear and not expect something like that to occur, though it was more the fact she had the buttplug in when it happened that had made her so embarrassed. Not that she thought the youths that accosted her had seen anything other than her butt cheeks anyway, and being Hardcore approached like that was obviously a worst case scenario. Or it could have been, if Trevor didn’t step in. She shook her head and put the thought out of her mind. Setting aside the implied threat of sexual assault if she runs into the wrong people amateur in public, what was the big hangup about nudity anyway? In some of the more risqué party games at university she felt like guys tried to goad girls into flashing them because they felt like it gave them something over the girls, like by seeing their tits or asses it gave them some kind of power. Realistically, Tegan reasoned in her completely silent mental argument with herself, the girls were the ones with the power. The guys were the ones begging and pleading and manipulating and cajoling just to get a glimpse of areola. For some reason this worked even on the girls – they’d play act that they were shy and go red in the face when they lifted their shirts or finally lost their bras during a game of indian strip poker or truth or dare, and this only encouraged the guys who got off on their vulnerability. I handed her a burner cellphone and said, “Contact me on this or not at all. It seemed to be just them now. Tears streaked down my face as I realized the permanency of my situation. When I heard you say that she said she wants to shit on me it took my fantasies in a whole new direction. “Ya know, sweetie.” Ben slurred. When looking closely, I noticed some of my old traits in my face, but everything has gotten softer... my nose had become small and round, my cheeks didn't look as edged and straight as they used to and especially my chin was almost non-noticeable as it was flat, round and soft and perfectly integrated into my jawline. He kept pulling amateur me by the balls and I followed him less than a foot behind. Her words excited him, but he heard alarm bells going off in his mind. “Wait a minute, Todd,” Amy interrupted, “why don’t you slow down, relax, take a deep breath and tell me.” "So one day, I showed up at Jake's house to jack off with voyeur him, and Sally answered the front interracial door. I sat down and entered my concentration. Don't stop. Danny stood up lifting his sisters legs wide open. “Prove it.” Ben said. I Hardcore didn't mean to be rude to you. "FUCK, am I being raped again?" When there was silence I got to my feet and stood looking at Tony who looked pleased with my performance. “Oh, sister dear, your muse is making my cock throb.” “I can't,” she whimpered. “Well, to get another shot at you, silly.” She says smiling her beautiful smile. Bet you wish it would last forever huh?” She only grunted an answer. I am led back to the theater but this time I am made to lie on my back with my head indian hanging over the side of a couch and my legs are over the back of it. She tried to swallow, and her ravaged throat felt dry and sore. My tongue fluttered through her folds, gathering up all that salty jizz leaking out of her. She sat as far from me as she could, pressed against the passenger door. That was a close one. - But you know ... Wendy leaned forward and kissed my mouth. There was recognition in her gaze, followed closely by a look of utter betrayal.