your lingered gazes hadn’t gone unnoticed by yae, especially on her tits. she decided not to say anything, a small smile on her lips. she sat up on the bed, sitting on her knees for better access to your suitcase. upon hearing your last statement, she glanced to the small pocket, waiting until she was sure you were in the bathroom. she unzipped the pocket immediately, not even bothering with the other things. she’s not shocked to find herself pulling out a vibrator, setting it on top of whatever article of clothing was on top of the clothes. she couldn’t help but wonder how many times you’d held that against your little clit and squirted because of it. she also pulled out some pretty frilly lingerie, deciding she should save the rest for later. she wouldn’t want you to find out she’d been snooping around, would she?
yae puts the vibrator back, zipping it up. she gets off of the bed, pulling down her pretty laced panties. she stuffed them back into her suitcase, pulling her skirt up high, making sure that she was on display. she opens a drawer in the lower part of the dresser, grabbing some of your clothes and bending over to put them in, pretending to be organizing them until you walk back in.
yae m.
i hurriedly placed everything away, knowing she would probably only half ways listen /at best/ but finding myself like that about her anyways- a tiny part of me hoping she would find what i had packed away in case i needed it. but i was quick to place my hair products and makeup and skin care items away, trying to calm down my frantic heart- knowing this was going to be a long vacation with being so close to her, almost slipping up already with how i openly stared at her.
i find myself humming absentmindedly while i walked back into the room, all sound stopped in my throat when i see her. a singular gasp leaving me while my eyes roam up from her legs to the apex between her thighs- seeing her skirt risen up over the curve of her ass, cunt peaking from between the softness there, my own knees immediately feeling weak at the sight. i try and play the gasp off with a mumbled excuse of,
ow, i-i stubbed my toe.
but it didn’t help anyways, wanting so desperately to touch her- wondering if she was unaware or if this was just another game of hers. but i sat on the bed anyways, squeezing my thighs together beneath the sun dress i had worn, embarrassed at how wet i already was with just a glance of her pussy.
thanks for helping yae.
i tell her, feeling weak. placing my hands against my cheeks to cool down the redness there.
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so so so excited for ttdd series!!! don’t get me wrong i’m not against angst but pls pls pls don’t make all of nandos hurt no comfort 😭😭 im looking at the song list and fearing for my life!!! im sure they’d all be amazing and i don’t want to stifle ur creativity write what u want to write but. i beg for a happy ending or two 🙏🙏
sooooo happy you're excited for mydd!
idk if you've read some of my works but i mostly like happy endings, so apart from all too well (fernando's version) and one or two more, most of fernando's stories will have happy endings :)
One page of the 47-page proposed regulation raises the question, and tentatively concludes that bloggers should not be required to disclose payments. (In last year's race, the Howard Dean campaign paid the publishers of the Daily Kos and MyDD blogs $3,000 a month.) For instance, he said, bloggers that get paid by political campaigns should be required to disclose their involvement in a prominent notice on their Web site. Hasen suggested that the proposed rules may not go far enough. Rick Hasen, a Loyola Law School professor who argued in court in favor of the BCRA, said that the "FEC's first stab at writing new rules raises as many questions as it seeks to answer, and we must remain wary of both intended and especially unintended consequences."
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The FEC's proposed regulations talk about "announcements placed for a fee on another entity's Web site." Smith asked: What if those are pop-up political ads generated by a software program such as Claria's "adware," instead of by a Web browser? Should the FEC target Claria, the advertiser or the Web site that happens to be in the background?.
If such a site "did not qualify for the press exemption, the mere fact that they're unpaid does not get them out from under the regulation." If they endorse candidates, they must be approved by the FEC as legitimate news organizations or run afoul of the law, Smith warned.
Some blogs, such as Daily Kos, are published by a corporation.
He pointed to the academic-leaning Volokh Conspiracy blog, which has multiple contributors. But what if a group of people jointly publish a blog? "If one of the bloggers received payment for an activity, would it turn the group into a political committee" subject to campaign finance regulation, Smith asked.
The draft rules provide some protections for "individual" political commentators.
FEC commissioners on Thursday said that they would make "case by case" decisions about who qualifies.Īs the Federal Election Commission takes its first steps to shape campaign rules for the blog era, FEC Commissioner Bradley Smith warned that proposed rules present unanswered questions for bloggers: But the definition is relatively narrow and covers only a "broadcasting station, newspaper, magazine, or other periodical publication"-it does not specifically include Web sites. But a growing number of bloggers are incorporating to gain protection from civil suits, he said, which means they could be prohibited from political activities unless they qualify as legitimate journalists.Ī section of current law known as the "media exemption" saysĬampaign-related expenditures aren't regulated if they're made by certain types of journalistic outlets. Krempasky said the draft rules, if finalized, would create a "regulatory minefield" because they give individuals greater leeway than corporations. Mike Krempasky, a contributor to conservative Web site who attended the meeting, said: "Don't believe Ellen Weintraub when she repeats her mantra of ' Bloggers, chill out!'" "The FEC does not tell private citizens what they can or can't say on the Internet or elsewhere."įEC Commissioner Danny McDonald, another Democrat, said: "I've never seen so much ado about nothing at this stage of the process."Īmong bloggers and political commentators, the reaction to the FEC's proposed regulations ( click for PDF) was mixed. "We are not the speech police," said FEC Commissioner Ellen Weintraub, a Democrat. District Judge Colleen Kollar-Kotelly's decision ( click for PDF) to include the Internet, but the Democrats refused.Įver since FEC Commissioner Bradley Smith, a Republican, warned of the possibility of an impending Internet crackdown in an interview with CNET in early March, an army of bloggers has mobilized to oppose intrusive regulations, and members of Congress have warned the commission that its actions are being closely watched.Īs a result, the Democratic commissioners on Thursday attempted to play down the significance of their opposition to an appeal a few months earlier. The three Republican commissioners had tried to persuade their three Democratic colleagues to appeal U.S. The FEC is in the unusual position of being required to extend the Bipartisan Campaign Reform Act (BCRA) because of a federal judge's order last fall. The final set of Internet rules could govern everything from whether bloggers are journalists to bulk political e-mail. The FEC has taken its first steps to shape campaign rules for the blog era.
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That was the summer of 1963 when everybody called me Baby and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before The Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corp. and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my Dad.
I am having a very hard time describing Frost other than haunting,& gorgeous..
The town is quiet, dark, and the streets are empty, with only the sound of the rivers pooling into the ocean and of snow crunching under your feet to fill the night.
I met two odd inhabitants who didn’t seem human, and repeatedly told me they needed to get back home. Speaking of home, their homes were equally peculiar. Even though i was terrified of being caught I quickly snuck into each home without their noticing. The first home was large and glaringly white with numerous 0s and 1s illuminating the rooms, I pondered what they stood for as I stumbled upon a room full of spacecraft(?) parts and triggered an alarm!(??) I ran out as fast as I could, and hid in the forest until I felt it was safe to venture forward, towards the other house.
On the other-side of town I found the small home of the other odd resident, but this home immediately held a much stranger vibe. As this house was located in the residential area I had to be much sneakier and cursed softly as the metal door groaned behind me. I should have taken it as a warning. I catch my breath in the pitch black room and look for a switch but quickly decided that might be a bad idea. I stumble further into a room that sounds like an aquarium and is gently illuminated. I get closer to investigate before reeling back in horror; WHAT is all this?! A room filled with caged creatures, dissected and awaiting their fates, surrounded by floating chunks of organs in giant floor-to-ceiling tubes!
The few living creatures looked in my direction as I tried to muffle my screams, their eyes begging me to help. I was a coward and ran. I did not want to be found there for who knows what to happen. I ran and ran through the forest at full speed until I found myself out of the cold snow, somehow back in the comfort of my bed, greeted by the warmth of the summer sun..
As the day went on I couldn’t help shake off the feeling that I had to do something, that I was forgetting something important.. but what was it?