Die Mutation 2 -überarbeitet-nnTanja warf ihre Tasche und die Jacke genervt in den Flur und streifte ihre hohen Schuhe ab. Mit gestresstem Blick trat sie in die große Küche und zündete sich eine Zigarette an.nnKerstin, ihre WG--Partnerin, saß entspannt am Tisch und blickte konzentriert auf ein großes Puzzle.nn»So ein Leben möchte ich auch mal haben«, seufzte Tanja und warf einen gelangweilten Blick in den Kühlschrank.nnWährend sie sich einen fettarmen Fruchtquark angelte, fuhr sie fort.nn»Abends gemütlich rumsitzen und puzzeln. Ich packe jetzt meine Sachen und fahr für den Rest der Woche nach England.«nnKerstin blickte auf und zuckte mit den Schultern.nn»Wo ist das Problem?«nn»Wo das Problem ist? Ich habe den ganzen Nachmittag in einer total sinnlosen Besprechung gesessen, dann stand ich eine Stunde im Stau -- draußen regnet es wie aus Eimern und ich will endlich mal meine Ruhe haben!«nnIhre WG--Partnerin antwortete nicht gleich, da sie ein ganz „heißes" Puzzleteil in ihrer Händen hielt. Erst als Tanja den Raum schon fast verlassen hatte, sprach sie.nn»Da kam ein Päckchen, es steht nur unsere Adresse drauf, aber kein Name, ich dachte, das wird eh für dich sein.«nnKerstin zeigte auf ein Päckchen neben dem Kühlschrank. Tanja nahm es und verschwand damit in ihrem Zimmer.nnNach einiger Zeit kam Tanja wieder in die Küche, stellte das geöffnete Päckchen auf den Tisch und fragte.nn»Ist das ein Ei, eine Nuss oder einfach nur ein Stein, der nach Gummi stinkt?«nnKerstin nahm das Gebilde aus dem Päckchen und musterte es genau.nn»Vielleicht ist es eine eiförmige Gumminuss.

Heavy bass thrummed through Victor's body, mixing with the alcohol and bringing the whole world into sharp focus. He thought that he'd like to stay like this, right here, forever. To simply be lost in the music, letting it set his soul on fire while his mind followed it to another world. yes, this was heaven.nnHe didn't dance, though. He's never felt comfortable. Despite being handsome, fit and totally in love with music, he'd simply never acquired the taste for it. Sometimes with enough to drink and a good enough DJ, he might get out on the dance floor, but only when he was absolutely sure that he was not going to remember it the next day. Everyone else was doing it, but he was still. well. embarrassed.nnSo instead he hung out near the edge of the dance floor, watching as hot bodies swirled and writhed out in front of him. The air was thick with moisture and smoke, lending a kind of surreal haze that the lights only server to compliment, giving the dancers an ethereal quality. nnThis was not necessarily the way most people would spend the day before Valentine's, but he didn't have the worries right now that a lot of people did. With no girlfriend to speak of, and no pressing desire to find another, he was neither out looking for a last minute gift nor wallowing in self-pity. He was just enjoying the music.nn"Hmm, hey there." A voice, low and smoky and full of promise, floated up out of the noise behind him. With the voice came hands, soft and feminine and placing themselves on his shoulders.nn"Uhhh, hey.

T'was the night before Christmas and. a very naughty mouse was stirring and she did not want a quiet house. When I go t home she left me a package to open. So I opened it to find this very thin, light black fabric which is see through. It is a dress of some sort. Wait here's a picture. Oh my GOD! nnThe dress slips over my head and is held up by a single strap around my neck attached to a loop on each side at the shoulder. The loops hold the fabric open for the entire front of the dress. The fabric drapes down in abundance and curves just under the belly button. (Obviously creating a "play with me" area.) Half the models ample breasts are sensually visible from the side. The dress tightens a little snug around the upper thighs. nnOh what's this; I open the box within a box to find. Breasts! What on earth.you must be in one of your deliciously naughty moods. Oh wait. ah yes the "fuck me" heels. What ensemble could possibly be complete without them?

This awkward escapade is something I always remember with sinister pleasure and embarrassment at the same time. I guess it depends who it is I am telling the story to. My mom has a sister Jennifer. She is younger than my mother. My mom is forty five and aunt Jennifer is thirty nine. One of the most thrilling and outrageous aspects of this story is that my aunt is married for a number of years and has a nine year old son. I would not say that aunt Jennifer is as athletic as my mom, but she is definitely one of those good looking "aged to perfection" types of women. She has a nice butt, big boobs, and some tummy fat. I wouldn't say its in any way a turn off at all. She looks hot.nnSo, anyway, aunt Jennifer has a house and a pool. In the summer mom and I don't have much to do so she invites us to her house to have dinner, talk, hang out by the pool, and have some beer or wine. Whenever we come to her house for one of these nights we may bring some food of our own and my aunt will cook something in addition to that. It was June nineteenth and, as expected, aunt invites me and mom to her house because it is Sunday. In addition to that, it was excruciatingly hot and it would be really nice to jump into a cool pool of water.nnIt is four pm. Mom and I get into the car and my mom drives to the aunt's house. As I look outside I see this really hot girl walking by and soon I realize I have a hard on in my shorts. I didn't pay much attention to it, because, like I said earlier, its really hot, and I haven't jerked off for a number of weeks. Just didn't feel like it for some reason.