Beach Body The beach was just a 5 minute walk from you and your girlfriend's hotel room so you headed down after an early breakfast in the hotel, well after she spent her sweet time getting ready. The two of you notice a pre-dug hole in the sand. "Ooh, let me bury you" she says to you, "pretty please, we always do it when I go on holiday." It doesn't take long for you to be buried neck to toe in sand. You can barely move in it and can feel the sand pressing up against every part of your body. She lies down in front of you and gives you a kiss on the lips, "thanks babe - oh I got your lips all pink." She giggles. You laugh with her until you see her eyes light up. She runs off behind you. You call out for her but she doesn't respond. Guess you'll just have to enjoy your prison for now. Over the next 30 minutes you catch eyes with other tourists all staring and smiling at your pink lips. Then your girlfriend returns and sits down in front of you with her purse. She takes a brush loaded with blush aBeach Body by runscape68
Princess MakeoverYou see a sign up on a beauty salon window - 'Win a full free princess makeover' - interested in entering the contest to win it for your girlfriend as a nice treat, you enter the salon and walk up to the receptionist inquiring about the contest. After a short discussion you fill out some details - "Thanks, you can come back at 4 o clock to see if you won." she says as she ushers you out the door. As you exit earshot two women inside the salon have a discussion -
"Why is a guy entering the makeover contest?" one says.
"Its for his girlfriend." replies the receptionist.
"It's a shame, if a guy won it we could really showcase our skills and we could do before/after pictures and use it for advertising..." she says.
At 4 you return to the salon to find out the results. Surprisingly, you won the competition. The woman says "We think its great you won this for your girlfriend, here's a coupon she can use whenever she is around, but we've love to reward your generosity with a full body steam m
Creative ControlYou arrive at the salon you've been visiting for the last few years, it's mostly girls but the hairdressers know how to work your long hair and you don't see the negatives of having beautiful woman up close to you throughout the haircut. Emma greets you by name as you walk in to the door, she sits alone at the desk with the rest of the room empty, only filled with feminine beauty products sprawled across the room - unrecognizable makeup, polish and all sorts. You have made a reasonable friendship with Emma over the years and she recognizes what you would like. When she asks what you would like you decide to give her creative control on a new look. She responds with a smile and offers a facial and manipedi to go with it - hinting that the ladies like a well groomed man. You trust her to make you look good and agree. She writes down the order on a receipt and leads you to the lockers - "Just put your socks, shoes and jacket in this open locker - the combination is inside the door so you
Torture TG ATClyde let out a sigh, it was finally six o'clock and he could go home. He didn't dislike his job but as a scientist you just had to do the same thing over and over again. He was working at a very complicated computer code that would change the world. It would give people the opportunity to live longer and healthier, it would help the environment and above all, it would bring world peace.
As Clyde walked out of the facility he heard a car, starting and keeping a slow pace, right behind him. He noticed but knew he shouldn't look back. He walked towards his own car as he heard the car behind him speed up. He was almost at his car and started to run. He was so close, in his car was his cell phone (they weren't allowed in the facility) and he could call 911.
The car pulled over next to his car and two short looking people came out of it. They had both ski masks on and they ran towards Clyde. Clyde turned 180 degrees and started to run but the two men were faster. He looked over his shoulder
The Mermaid (1) I wanted to go to a laser tag arena... but noooo, because I'm the only boy in our family, that was not an option. Instead, we ended up going to a stupid aquarium. The ride there was bad enough, once we were there my sisters (one was a year older than me, the other was younger) would not stop jabbering off about every single fish.
We explored around a bit more, and we got to a viewing dock, were employees were feeding dolphins. "Hey sis!" I yelled to my older sister. She came over and looked in amazement at the dolphins. While she was tipping slightly over the viewing dock rope, I shoved her as hard as I could, and she fell three feet into the dolphin tank.
"Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed, "Help me! I'm going to be eaten!!!" I rolled my eyes as all the employees and emergency crew jumped into the water, and pulled her out, sopping wet and her attitude was no less damp. "You freaking MONSTER!" She screamed at me. My mom glared at me darkly. The trip to
Sister's Little Princess
Sister's Little Princess
I had always been curious about my sister's bedroom. Whenever her friends came over, they would rush up the stairs and slam the door behind them, engaging in secretive girl business. Whenever I tried to join in, she would defiantly throw me against the wall and declare the place 'off limits' to people such as myself. What kind of person was I?
I was a boy.
Banished from these lands, I would never get to experience such amazing things as make-up, gossip, and whatever girls do that makes them so damn loud and annoying. Day after day, I'd see my sister leave her room, the heavy smell of girl closely following her. We'd make eye contact, and she'd step back and slam her door. Out comes the key, in it goes to the lock. The place was a land of mystery.
A mystery, until today.
After having a generously long bathroom break from my homework, I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands. Through the door, I could hear the muffled sounds of a minor commotion
The Felt Doll I woke up with my head pounding hard, and there were aches all over my body. "What happened..." I tried to say, but it only came out as a muffle. Then my eyes shot open in a panic and I began to struggle, realizing I was stuck in something. "Oh Ben, you'll make such a good dolly." I was laying down across me sister's lap, and she seemed to be sewing something onto me. As I put my head forward, I realized that my arms had been bound with an arm bounder behind me, and my legs were also bound to the sides of my body.
There was cloth completely covering me from my waist down, and my sister seemed to be busy stitching the cloth together, forming a body suit out of the cloth. As I continued to scream, she stitched all the way up to my chest, and over my bound arms. Then she put two very large bowls on my chest, and continued to stitch over them, making them stuck to my chest.
She stitched the cloth all the way up my neck and over my head, until my face was the only thing not cove
The Secret Stash
James was running out of time. It was already 9:00pm, and he didn't have enough money to buy a ticket to the dance. How else would he get to dance with Cindy and tell her how he really felt about her? There wouldn't be another chance classes will be over soon and he needed an excuse to talk to her. The dance would be perfect; he could be inches away from her and tell her his innermost feelings without a fear of reprisal. It had to be tonight.
He also had to get $10 somehow! But from where? His change jar had been empty for quite some time, in a similar fashion to his wallet. Mom and Dad had gone out for the night, and sis was probably already at the school. Dammit, 9:05! If he doesn't get there soon, Cindy might slow dance with someone else and take off before he even gets there! James was rapidly becoming desperate, he needed $10!
As he was frantically scouring his room for any change he could find, James noticed that his sisters' door was open down the hall. Hey, that's it! Sis
Fun for Cousins I hate going to my cousins' house. They are all about my same age, and they are the biggest jerks alive. There is one good thing though, and that is that there is a two year old who lives there.
My cousins' house is huge, some could call it a manor, as it could fit dozens of our house in it. As I was wandering through it with my stupid cousins, there were rooms that didn't look like they were ever touched.
Finally the day wound down, and I decided to go swimming in their pool, so I unpacked a bit and put on my speedo, and went out for a swim. When I got back, I had just dried myself off, leaving me there with my speedo on when the door lurched open, and there stood all four of my cousins, all looking at me with a grin on their face. "What, it's just a speedo?" One of my cousins took out a roll of duct tape, and all four of them jumped at me. My cousins consisted of two girls and two boys, and while the boys began to wrap the tape around my mouth to st
Girl's Doll (1) I walked quickly up to the door, excited for my first babysitting job. I knocked quickly and a mom and a dad answered. "Hi Bill, we have to leave, so you showed up right on time." The mom said, and they led me into the living room. "The girls are downstairs, remember to feed them later tonight." The dad said, and they left.
At least I didn't have to feed them lunch, it was right after lunchtime then. I walked downstairs to meet the three girls. One looked to be about four, one looked five, and the oldest looked six. "Hi guys, what do you want to do first?" I asked enthusiastically. "I want to play with dolls." The oldest one said, and the other two agreed.
"No way, I don't play with dolls." I said, not necessarily trying to be blunt. "But we want to play with dolls!" The girls whined, and I shook my head. The eyes of the oldest one narrowed. "Get him." I raised an eyebrow, just in time for the three girls to tackle me to the ground.