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| Mary awoke with London midday light coming weakly to her eyes. She took some moments to assimilate all that she had done. Of course, none of it was real, but it certainly felt like it. Her body seemed to have clear memories of the tight clothes it had worn, of the sex it had experienced nude celebrity and the food it had eaten. Mary nagged at that issue in her mind. Was she being immoral by thinking about drinking human blood? She supposed a vegetarian like Ian would say it was no babe hot galleries more immoral than what she did normally with animal flesh. She never concerned herself with the source of the meat she ate. She realised that someone could be chopping up humans and putting them in her pies and she would have no idea about it one way or the other. Surely if she was beginning to worry about her food source then she would have need to begin to reject all meat the way Ian did and concern herself with the fate of so many chickens, pigs, lambs and so on. Mary chuckled, did that mean it was easier for her as a meat-eater to imagine herself as a vampire than would be the case for a vegetarian? Saying that, she was not one for raw meat or blood sausage, but, at the end of the day, she realised she gave little thought to what her dinner had been before it ended up on bikini contests her plate. Did that mean she was as immoral as a vampire anyway or, she reflected naughtily, that in fact there was nothing wrong in being a vampire? Mary pushed aside all these thoughts as her real hunger became insistent. She clambered out of her bed in the search of food. She hoped that she could finish the game today and make a decent report to James about it. Her review would be positive, she knew. The game was challenging but, unlike many third-person shooters she had tried, it was not almost impossible to complete and so avoided just being one long frustration for the player. There were different difficulty skimpy g string bikini settings, but it was always the 'Easy' mode, or in this game 'Level I' that was important to try out first. If that proved to be incredibly difficult then the average gamer was going to give up and positive word-of-mouth publicity would be missing. No game could succeed in terms of sales if only the obsessive players were able to progress through it. The higher difficulty levels were meant for them. Mary did feel the background and the environment of 'The Key of Blood' was different and interesting. She did worry, though, that British gamers would be put off by having to save another person rather than just simply retrieving an artefact. Most gamers were loners and probably pretty socially dysfunctional; she did not exempt herself from that. However, it might be a good idea to educate teenage boys a bit about what it could mean to fight for someone you loved rather than simply thinking about your own personal gains all the time. Mary laughed, now she was seeking to turn computer gaming into a tool for social education. Of course the game was full of violence and neck-biting too, traits that she would hardly want to foster in British youth any further. She realised she was taking all of this too seriously and had again distracted herself from her immediate purpose: she padded to the kitchen in search of food. She fried up some bacon, eggs and bread and mashed them all together on her plate. Mary filled her biggest mug with strong coffee feeling she was truly fuelling herself properly for the serious business of gaming that lay ahead of her. Standing up from the kitchen table she brushed the crumbs from her sleeping teeshirt thinking how different its baggy whiteness was from the clothes she had worn in her dream. Of course, she knew, she could have never carried off something like that in reality. Though, she realised, if she had someone like Maciero to impress for real she might be able to suppress her natual gawkiness and try an outfit like that. Of naked woman course it was all fantasy, no-one really made love, hang on 'made love', where on Earth had that come from? Well anyway, married couples did not have sex in public places; it was all tucked up snugly in bed on a Friday night. Mary wondered now if, at least in part, she would like her dreams to come true. Could she tempt Ian to try it in a park one night? The climate in the UK was probably far less conducive than that of tiny micro bikini Spain even if you had leathers to redhead teen wear. She was no more a vampire than she could black on blondes fly and she was no more a Spanish wife with a penchant for sex in public places than either she was Lara Croft or Bill Gates. Mary decided that if there had been anyone else around to smell her, she would have seemed a little ripe, so headed for the shower. She found her nipples rather aroused and she guessed it was the result of some residue from the night before. Though she luxuriated in the warmth of the shower, she was careful to avoid touching herself too much. This was no time to spiral off into masturbating in the shower. Having dried, Mary put on a teeshirt and jogging bottoms similar to those she had shed and headed to her computer, determined to finish this game before the day ended. The Alvarez clan of Cadiz seemed to be experts in using bows and Mary found she had to sneak up on them or equip herself with longer range weapons than before. They could also conjure forth strong winds and dust devils which blinded her and made combat difficult. However, she got through and, with the four pieces of The Key connected so the Solomon's Knot pattern was complete, she came to face the Devores in what she now knew to be the Alhambra. This was young ass a castle complex that in the game, as in reality, seemed to be all towers, pillared walkways and courtyards. Unsurprisingly, the Devores were adept in all kinds of weaponry and were not embarrassed to pull out a pistol or sub-machine gun if they felt cornered. The Trainer had warned her about the carbon bullets they used that were like driving mini stakes into her vampire body and from which she would heal more slowly than with standard lead bullets. One of these through her heart meant instant destruction. However, perfect tits she got through making use of chunks of historical armour as shields, and was able to fit The Key in place, open the Jaula and release Maciero. There was a cheesy cut scene in which they embraced and kissed and then fled from the castle ahead of Devore reinforcements. While all this ran Mary broke off and went to the toilet, realising it must have been hours since she had left her screen. Mary thought she had finished the game, but coming back, she found that she had unlocked a bonus stage. This proved to be set in Salamanca, apparently another historic Spanish town with dark streets and alleyways suitable for fighting in. The difference this time was that Alarico had been taken by die-hard Devores and rather than just her alone it was Maria and Maciero who had to go and rescue him. Mary got rather frustrated because Maciero kept on hot ass getting killed and rather than that event allowing her to continue alone, it meant the bonus section ended. In time, she came to accept that if the rest of the game had pamela anderson pussy been about rescuing Maciero, the designers were hardly going to let you allow him to die at the last stage. Once she started working with him she got through it pretty easily, she guessed because she only had to kill half the opponents and their combined attacks generally could not be resisted. At the hillary duff nude end, she found, rather frustratingly, that she had to trade The Key to win Alarico's freedom. She supposed it had served its function for her, victoria secret models gallery well, for Maria, twice and also it set the foundations for any sequel the company might consider. Alarico said something that came up in red text across the screen and stayed there as the credits rolled: 'A oscuras el Mundo todavia persiste' - something about the world persisting in darkness. This, she guessed, was the phrase, naked girls that, if she had been a Spanish buyer, would have given her the shot at the parador holiday. Mary looked at the time, it was late evening, but the game was complete. She told herself that she needed to get to bed promptly or she would feel like crap the following day. In addition, though she was reluctant to admit it, given that she had completed the game, Mary now expected a celebratory screw from her dream Maciero, something she was keen to experience. She did wonder, though, if it would be her last. Then again, the glamour models story in her dreams had long diverged from that of the game. She guessed, however, that the game's input was what kept cheerleaders hot her coming back to its 'world' as she slept. Would it be look different if she had played as a human woman, let alone as a man; running around blasting away with big guns? No doubt she would see when she tried the game again. Mary knew she was dreaming now, but everything was dark and she felt that she could not move. Clearly this was something different to what she had experienced before. She guessed she had been lucky to have had such sustained dreams, she just cheerleader pussies hoped now this was just tedious rather than a nightmare. Mary realised that she felt rather vulnerable. She knew she was naked and was lying on something which fortunately felt soft. However, her arms and legs were spread wide and she knew she must resemble a star. She wondered if everything had switched and that it was now her who was the prisoner. Was this what it was like to be inside the Jaula? She heard soft footsteps and then smelt a familiar scent. Was it possible to recognise someone by the sound of how they walked and by how they smelt? Perhaps if you shared a bed with them night-after-night it would be, though Mary hardly accepted it to be the truth. Yet, saying that, she somehow knew that this was Maciero. Now she realised that it was not actually dark. In fact there was a blindfold over her eyes and she could scrape against it with her long black eyelashes by blinking. She wondered what Maciero was doing: why was he not releasing her? Then Mary gasped as her body felt sudden cold. Both her nipples felt hard, wet coldness on them. It was a shock, but one that forced her senses into life. Without vision she realised touch and hearing and smell were heightened. Then, oh, it was at the lips college babes of her pussy - tantalising in its hardness, startling in its chill. As quickly as it had arrived it was gone, but strangely Mary felt bereft. Her skin was taut and sensitive petite brunette model and thus prepared for the next sensation, a soft gentle stroke that had to be from a feather. As it faded from her breasts, Mary bucked upwards to try to chase it and as she fell back she shuddered as she realised that soon it would be girls breasts at her sex; and there it was. Mary gasped and shook in a kind of pre-orgasm, but Maciero denied her anything more. He had clearly stepped away and she was left lying helpless so teased, so desperate for a touch. She wished his fingers would come to her, it did not matter where, just to fire more signals inside her. Then something hard slid across her and Mary realised her skin was slippery, covered with some petite brunette model oil. Was she so dim not to have noticed that sensation before? She envisaged her olive-skinned body glistening with the shine. What had it been like to feel Maciero put that on to her? Mary wished she had arrived earlier. Then, all thoughts were dismissed as the hard thing began to buzz and she realised it was a vibrator. Again she felt vulnerable. Usually it was she who decided how fast it went, where it went and for how long. Now it was pressed against her breast and her thigh over her midriff, then against her pussy lips, but not entering. ((Please, please.)) Mary gasped, amazed at herself begging to have cute butt the sex toy slid into her. Maciero held back, just buzzing it around the lips. Mary's pussy was so loose, so sodden now and it wanted the slippery rubber inside. ((Please, please, push it in, slide it in, tiny micro bikinis please.)) Mary repeated. This time she was rewarded and she hardly had to feel it enter or for its other, smaller head to embrace pussy shaving video shaved pussy both sides of her clitoris to be shot right through. She convulsed pulling tight against the velvet bands that restrained her, but there was no escape and her body was racked by the waves of sensation sending her grunting and howling as her mind coped with what was being done to her. Mary awoke to the sound of her radio alarm clock. She did not remember setting it, but then again, she had felt rather guilty about turning up at her computer late for work the previous week that since she tried to stick to some sort of routine. She was well enough aware that working from home could fail entirely if you allowed yourself to be distracted. Most people moved each morning from home to where they worked and that indicate that they were at work. People working at home had to achieve the same shift but just with their minds. Mary got up briskly and went and had a shower. The dream of the night before still lingered in the corners of her mind. She imagined the game would not have such effects on everyone who bought it, but clearly in her case it had forcefully tapped into something in her mind. best ass Maybe it was simply the handsome male character that she had been fighting her olsen twins bikini way towards. Maybe it had brought up something from her youth, something about the Spanish connection. Perhaps there had been good times in Spain at the house that she had suppressed in her over-arching hatred of the time and the place. There must have been some period when her parents were not arguing. That had to be it, she told herself. The references to brunette girl Spain had unearthed happiness. In addition, what was the only example of marriage she knew well? That of her parents. So, when she was thrust into a married state herself, even for a game or some kind mature pussy of sexual fantasy, and it was set in Spain, no wonder it had some emotional strength about it. Whatever had provoked them and given them that particular setting, Mary had some issues with the dreams. Where had all the exotic sex come from? She had not even thought about the bulk of the things she had seen herself doing. Neither was she one for reading women's magazines that went into all this stuff in detail. Maybe her body realised nude beaches naked wives that there were things it could enjoy and naked girl had been putting forward suggestions. The other thing that worried Mary more than the rich world of potential sexual fantasy, was what she, or rather Maria, had had to do to be able to get into that situation. Marriage did not seem right for the modern world when half were ending in divorce. Why did anyone bother? It was not only that, but stockings, for Heaven's sake, how did you suppress your female identity any more than by wearing stockings? That thing about having no pockets too, making yourself dependent on someone else; it also seemed rather. Was Spain that far behind the times? She would not have imagined it. Perhaps it had something to do with the vampire theme. That had to be it. She knew vampires were supposed to be able to entrance their victims and get them to do what latina babes they wanted and she guessed that also meant in terms of dress choice. After all, each of the 'brides of Dracula' ended up in cleavage revealing tight-laced dresses, even as late as the 'Van Helsing' movie of recent years. Maybe a tight black leather corset was simply the version of those kind of clothes suited to this decade. Mary was a little surprised to find that with all these thoughts running through her mind, in place of her usual jogging bottoms and teeshirt she had found out a black blouse and indigo jeans from the back of the wardrobe. Ian had been rather put out when she had bought these jeans in a charity shop, for him they were too tight. She had accused him of wanting her to look like a Soviet factory worker, but had resisted wearing them again. That was despite her knowing that, in fact, her legs looked good in the dark denim. Suddenly less confident, though, Mary wondered if a little she was sub-consciously she was dressing for Maciero. How sad was that? Had she become so obsessed by the game that now she was behaving as if the characters in it were real? Well, she excused herself by saying that, perhaps it came more from her perception of what certain men would like to see a woman wearing, not that she was going to meet any of them between here and the convenience store. shaved scrotum As she worked to untangle the knots in her hair, Mary found a little more assertiveness. She asked herself, why should she not dress in a way that she personally felt was comfortable, even sexy? She knew, that of course Ian would say that such opinions were simply constructed butt fuck by society. Well, if that was the big titted redheads case and it mattered that much, why did they not all become nudists? Mary laughed to herself thinking fat girls that next time she saw Ian she would ensure she wore a skirt and even put on some make-up. Knowing him, he would do the same to match her. Pushing those thoughts aside Mary headed to her computer. Another week had passed unexceptionally. Work had involved a website for a letting agency. Mary despised letting agents because they always treated her, and she knew, like most tenants, as if she had crawled from under a stone and was going to trash any flat they let to her. Consequently she hurried her work on it, having no desire to be dragged in for meetings with them in person if they changed their minds about the design. It had meant many late evenings and Mary had spent the weekend addressing the mound of washing and the thick layers of dust in her flat. Not that anything smelt or anything but she was pleased when it was all clean and shiny. That Monday evening, having had a more standard day of maintenance on some old contracts she knew from way back, Mary decided to vary her diet a little. She travelled to the supermarket for some fresh meat and vegetables. She decided to make a casserole, something she had no done since her college days. pussy lick It was easy enough. She had called Ian over the weekend but had had no response and guessed he was probably off somewhere on one of his jaunts to another of the desultory towns of the United Kingdom. Of course, he would not have eaten the meat or black shaved pussy even liked the casserole, but it did taste good to Mary. On impulse she had also bought a bottle of Rioja and found it went with it pretty well. She pondered whether 'The Key of Blood' was not also some sophisticated marketing tool for Spanish products. She had had her suspicions about the tourist destination connection from the start, but now she had found that she was buying the wine too. The telephone rang just as she was victoria secret girls finishing her meal. She expected it to be Ian, but it turned out to be James. "Still battling vampires?" James asked. "No, I finished it last weekend." "Is it that easy?" "No, I just put in a lot of time on it." "And my report?" "Shit! I forgot that. I'll write it up now and email it first thing." "Don't worry too much. I just need to know if it works, if it's any good. Tell me that it's challenging but not too tough that mere gaming mortals like myself won't get put off. That kind of thing." "No, it's excellent. It goes between six Spanish towns, they're well done, lots of space to explore; well rendered. Different vampire clans to battle with different weapons and abilities. Four difficulty levels. It took about three days flat out on their 'Easy' level. No bugs that I could find. I planned to have another go through, you know, to probe every corner, but it looks robust." "Sexy heroine?" "Er, well, yes. You can be a heroine or a hero. I played the woman, she gets a good range of outfits; your teenage male gamers will be drooling. There's more practical stuff too so as not to offend us girlies. You can also play the man if you like, both of them as human, half or full vampire, so there should be something to please everyone." "Any down sides?" "Well, I suppose the story. It's good and all, but it's a married couple, you're either the wife rescuing the husband or vice versa. You go on to release the head of your clan together. I don't know what you get if you play human, probably something like a mafia family rather than vampire clan. Married couples probably won't go down well with the target audience in the UK, I'm thinking. Get them to amend it to 'lover' in the text and it might work." |
