EMILY My Halloween costume was laid out where I’d put it yesterday, on my bed, waiting for me when I got off my shift. But fucking Ahmed had decided that we were understaffed in the pharmaceutical section, so instead of being a sexy sushi (and don’t worry, I’ll explain that in a second), I was dressed in khakis and a red polo. ‘Corporate slave’ didn’t have the same appeal as ‘sexy sushi,’ but I couldn’t discard my vocational outfit. Daniel had been paying the rent all by himself for two months straight, and I had to chip in. He was already burning through his savings just to make ends meet for us. He was too good to me. “But he’s still a fucking asshole!” I huffed at the cat, and took her bored glare as a resounding agreement. I folded my arms, and pouted on the bed, glaring at my sexy sushi outfit. twink Funny-sexy was hard to pull off, but damnit, I did it this year. I fucking nailed it. The headpiece was a California Roll I’d made of foam and tissue paper, the brazier was a salmon color that evoked sashimi with a ‘rice’ frill at the top, and the skirt was a black garment meant to evoke black maki, with a little embroidery on the crotch that said, ‘something smells fishy.’ It would’ve been glorious, but alas, it would never see the light of day. “Well you know what, Cleo?” I prompted the cat, who glared up at me for interrupting her crotch-licking session, “I’m gonna wear it anyway. You and I will just have our own Halloween party! Yeah! Just you and me… just me and the cat… and I’m wearing a fucking sushi outfit that anal advertises my smelly pussy.” I sighed, and drooped my shoulders, “There’s a cat joke in there somewhere, Cleo, if you want to pick the low hanging fruit.” I mumbled. Cleo answered by licking her crotch. I stripped to my birthday suit, grabbed my costume, and grumbled to myself as I began putting it on. I scowled when the brazier hung loosely from my chest. My ass was to die for, I knew, but my breasts left something to be desired. They were nice; B-cups and beautifully shaped, but I couldn’t help but feel like I’d been cheated. Mom had a chest that could act as a life raft in case of emergency. “First-world problems, Em.” I told my reflection, then grabbed my tits, pushed them together, and tightened the corset. There; magic. Nobody knows the better until the outfit comes off, and by then, there’s no turning back. You’re mine, hypothetical male gay escapade, MINE! Mwhuahahahaha! I hoisted the skirt up my ass, pulled the stockings after, and stepped into the high-heels that forced my asian ample backside to bulge from atop my thighs. I took out my ‘I-suck-dick’ red lipstick, and applied it liberally and slowly to my parted lips. “Would you fuck me?” I asked the mirror in my best Buffalo Bill impression, “I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me hard.” I felt good. I spun on my heel, and strutted toward the cat, who ironically did not appreciate my catwalk. Well, fuck her. I was sexy sushi, and sexy sushi don’t need no cat. I worked my shoulders as I marched lasciviously down the hallway, popping each hip, pretending I was parting the sea of people at a party, and all eyes were on me. “That’s right, bitches.” I grinned at a poster of Lebron James, “Emily Huston just walked in, and all your thirsty boyfriends wanna get a drink of this pussaaaaAAAAAAAH!” And fate punished me for my hypothetical arrogance by making me forget there were stairs in front of me. I hit each step with a punctuation of breath, tumbling head-over-heels until I was sprawled in the kitchen, my skirt draped over my head, my beautiful California Roll headdress sacrificed to provide cushion for my stupid fucking brain. I lay there for a moment, exposed and in pain, wondering if dying was preferable to getting up from this. A fervent knock on the kitchen door confirmed that yes, dying was indeed the better option. “Emily?!” Mrs. Johnson’s muted voice screamed from the other side of the glass door, “Oh my god, Emily, are you OK?” You can kill me now, God. I thought grimly. Walking close and knowing with all his heart that he wanted to say something but not knowing what, Shiro came out with the most emphatic 'Uh' of his young life. Softly I kneaded his full testicles in their hairless sack and I heard him moan,”Ohhh, you suck so good…”. The young girl, recognizing the base urges growing within her, fought to keep herself together. She was eating pussy with hunger. When she just stared at me blankly, I expanded my question. I got it bad for her early – Bri always hated her black too. But our lips don’t part. “You think her name is really Marge?” Jenna whispered conspiratorially. Freak twink that pussy till you can't no more" I kissed Isidora hard, celebrating this moment. “Uh, hello! "Look, it's good we are talking. Anhur - God of war and the sky bearer - Full brother of Bast and Sekhmet Someone who could test his output as he made it. She put it on the carpet at my toes, and then another parallel to that to my right. Sammy had a sampling of the wedding cake ready. Even when it became clear they would not have a asian family, sex never went back to how it was at first. And show them some love to and it’s a win win for us! The state of her dress told me she wasn’t very accurate. I think He knew what was happening. “Oh Jacob, we’re going to have gay so much fun tonight.” Her hands moved to my hips and she guided me down to the soft leather couch that lined our private space. She pulled the curtain back and stepped out onto the bath mat. She spent a few minutes poking at the logs in the pit, making sure they anal were being properly exposed to the flame and there was enough air flow to keep the fire lit. It was so quiet in the house.