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Iris🎀 retweeted
I was sitting in the living room one evening when my daughter walked in, dropped her backpack on the floor, and sat quietly beside me. She looked upset, so I asked her what was wrong.
Dad: Hey, sweetheart. How was school today?
Daughter: It was fine.
Dad: You don’t look fine. What happened?
Daughter: Dad, I don’t want to go to school anymore.
Dad: What? Why? Did somebody do something to you?
Daughter: It’s my teacher. I don’t like him.
Dad: What do you mean you don’t like him? Did you have an argument?
Daughter: No, Dad. He’s always asking me questions in class, even when I don’t raise my hand. Sometimes, he keeps asking me questions when I don’t know the answers, and everybody starts looking at me.
Dad: Isn’t he supposed to ask questions to make sure you’re learning?
Iris🎀 retweeted
Imagine travelling millions of miles into space, believing you’re the only living soul around, only to discover that someone else is out there, equally lost and desperate.
One of the most beautiful scenes in Project Hail Mary happens when Ryland Grace encounters Rocky, a mysterious alien who communicates through musical sounds.
Unable to understand each other’s language, they begin exchanging gestures and objects, slowly establishing a connection.
What makes this scene extraordinary isn’t the discovery of extraterrestrial life. It’s the emotional shift from fear to curiosity, and eventually, trust.
Grace initially sees Rocky as an impossible scientific discovery, but beneath the strange appearance is another frightened survivor trying to save his own world.
Two beings separated by biology, language, and entire galaxies discover something universal: the need for companionship.
The scene quietly transforms a space-survival movie into a story about friendship.
🤖 Made with AI
Iris🎀 retweeted
I have alot of questions
I have a coworker who comes to work late but somehow has the most opinions, the loudest voice, and the highest confidence in the room.
She’ll miss half the morning and still act like she’s the only one who knows how everything works. Meanwhile, the people who arrived early have already done the work she’s busy explaining.
Some people confuse being loud with being competent and having an opinion with being right.
Honestly, workplace confidence is good, but punctuality, humility, and actual results should come with it.
Iris🎀 retweeted
Late night after the gym sniffles encounter. Couple hit me up and asked me to come for a quickie. 50+ daddy with a fucking unit on him and a young bottom. He had that bottom riding me and instructing him to just devour me. They took turns sucking my cock and licking and sniffing
Iris🎀 retweeted
I gave in and let my son’s friend fuck me
My son is back for the holiday, which means his friends are hanging out at the house again. My house always seems to be hangout central for him and his buddies. One of his best friends is always hitting on me, and me being the tease I am, I have been toying with him over the past month.
My husband knows all about what’s going on, and he loves it. He encourages me to be slutty and lives that young guys want to fuck me, so he gave me the green light to do what I wanted.
Last night we had dinner and a this friend was there along with two other friends of my sons. He flirts with me and tries to touch whenever he gets the chance. I let him get me off a few weeks ago, so he’s getting more and more aggressive. So of course he sat next to me at the table.
It wasn’t two minutes after sitting down that he had his hand on my leg under the table. I was wearing a skirt, I come prepared. He rubbed my thigh all dinner and I teased him by opening my legs just enough so his hand could get between them. He tried once to get up to my pussy, but I got up from the table before he could get that far.
At the end of the evening, the boys all stayed over because they were drinking. My husband and I went to bed and I was so horny. We got in bed and I pushed him on his back and straddled his face and rubbed my clit on his tongue. All the sexual tension had me really worked up. I reached behind me and grabbed his cock while he licked me.
I picked up my pace as I was about to cum and he started moaning as I played with his cock. I came and then turned around, sitting on my husbands chest, and took my husbands cock in my mouth. He came in seconds and I swallowed it all.
He slapped my ass and told me he...
“How did it go?” Smiling at me
I didn’t say anything, I just went and sat on his cock and kissed him deeply and made love to him slowly until he came deep inside me.
I’m a lucky girl
Iris🎀 retweeted
It has been seventy-one days since my wife and I last touched each other in bed, and she still hasn't noticed that I'm the reason.
I should explain how it started, because I'm not proud of it.
Three months ago, Nadia left her tablet on the arm of the couch while she took a call outside. A message from her sister lit up the screen, and I read the whole thread, because the preview had my name in it.
Her sister had written: Do you guys still have a good sex life?
Nadia had answered: Define good. I initiate or it doesn't happen. If I stopped, we'd go months. He's sweet about it, but I always feel like I'm dragging him there.
Her sister: Have you told him?
Nadia: And watch him go quiet and sulk for a week? No thanks. It's easier to just keep the peace.
I put the tablet back exactly where it had been. When she came inside, she asked if I wanted tea, and I said yes.
That night she reached for me, and I let her. I stared at the ceiling afterward and thought about the word dragging.
Iris🎀 retweeted
F[21,23] M[26]The morning after our threesome, I had s*x with her friend.
Waking up the next morning was quite an experience. We were all still n@ked; I was holding her friend from behind, my hand resting right over her p*ssy. My girlfriend was asleep at the foot of the bed. I had no idea how it had happened. Wanting to get up, I tried to move as slowly and gently as possible, until I heard a voice:
"You're finally awake. Last night was INCREDIBLE."
Her friend was awake. As we whispered about the night we’d shared, I couldn't help but start slowly caressing her pssy and grabbing her as. She seemed to enjoy it; she gave me a look that needed no words.
"Let's go to the living room. I don't want to wake my girlfriend," I said.
Watching her as move as she got up and walked toward the living room was incredible. It was full and shapely—a perfect peach. After closing the bedroom door, I pushed her onto the living room sofa and spread her legs. She laughed and asked me to be gentle, explaining that she was a bit sore from the night before. Her pssy was perfect: shaved and just the right amount of tight. I aroused her until she was nice and wet before sitting her on my lap.
"Do you think my girlfriend will be mad if we don't call her?" she asked.
"Of course not. When she wakes up, she can join us!" I said, secretly hoping my girlfriend would keep sleeping.
She slowly lowered herself onto my c0ck; the wet lips of her pssy squeezed my erect member tightly. As she bounced slowly up and down, we k!ssed passionately, and I ran my hands over her body. She was perfect—a true goddess. She kept riding me until she asked, "The way you fcked [girlfriend's name] doggy-style was so hot. I know we did it a bit like that, but could we do it right now?"
Without a second thought, I had her get off me and positioned her on the sofa. I couldn't help but give her as a few slaps; it was so perfect that words couldn't do it justice. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting slowly. "No, it's okay. You can fck me hard now... I'm ready!" she said. Following her lead, I began thrusting forcefully. With my free hand, I started rubbing her clitoris, sending her into a trance-like state. She started moaning loudly, so I stopped and placed my hand over her mouth.
"Shhh! You're going to wake up [my girlfriend]!"
"Don't you want her to join us?" she asked.
"Honestly, right now I only want two things: you and that a*s," I said.
She flashed a mischievous smile and promised to try to stay quiet. I resumed thrusting, pausing occasionally to k!ss her and—more importantly—to catch my breath so I wouldn't cum too quickly. Her m0ans continued, but much more softly this time.
Determined to cum while looking into her beautiful green eyes, I turned her onto her back and f*cked her at the edge of the sofa. She rested her legs on my shoulders, allowing me to penetrate her deeply.
"Release all your cum inside me; I want you to fill my p*ssy," she pleaded, explaining that she was on the pill.
Maintaining that position, we both reached cl!max together a few minutes later. I had deposited a large amount of semen inside her; She only realized it when she got up and saw my semen slowly sl!ding down her leg.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed.
With her pssy covered in my semen and my c0ck still hard, I laid her back down on the sofa and kept fcking her for another five minutes, much to her delight. We kept talking dirty, and I managed to bring her to another org@sm. When I started to lose my erection, I pulled out.
"We have to do this more often," she said. "I have no idea why your boyfriend broke up with you, but the truth is, I owe him one," I joked.
I grabbed some paper towels and wiped down her pssy and legs before we settled back onto the sofa together to keep chatting. I’d known this girl for barely twelve hours, and I’d already fcked her twice.
My girlfriend woke up about thirty minutes later, having not the slightest clue what had happened that morning.
Iris🎀 retweeted
🔥 Before he became the bastard son of Stark, Kit Harington was a SEVENTH SON AND A WITCH KILLER! ⚔️💀
In Seventh Son, he traded the Wall for dark magic, deadly witches, and a fight for survival. 🩸🔥
Iris🎀 retweeted
🎬 The Invisible Man (2020)
The Invisible Man (2020) follows Cecilia, a woman who escapes an abusive relationship but begins to suspect her wealthy ex is stalking her using a way to become invisible.
As nobody believes her, she fights to expose the truth.
It’s a tense psychological thriller about fear, control, and taking back your freedom.
🎬The Invisible Man (2020)
The Invisible Man (2020) is one of those movies that makes you feel uncomfortable even when nothing is happening on screen.
Cecilia thinks she has finally escaped an abusive relationship, but instead of finding peace, she starts feeling like she is still being watched.
What makes this story work so well for me is how it turns an ordinary house into a place where you never feel safe.
Empty rooms, quiet hallways, and little movements suddenly become terrifying.
I kept thinking about how exhausting it must be to live in constant fear, never knowing whether the danger is real or whether anyone will believe you.
Iris🎀 retweeted
I told my husband he had to choose between taking his daughter on our anniversary trip or taking me, and I genuinely expected him to choose me.
His daughter is 14. He had her with his ex when he was 22, and she’s spent every other weekend with us since we got married.
I’ve never hated the girl. She’s polite, does well in school, and has never given me a reason to dislike her.
But I’m tired of being the third person in my own marriage.
Every holiday has to be planned around her schedule. Every time we discuss spending money on the house, there’s another school expense or activity fee. When my husband and I finally have a weekend alone, his phone rings because she needs something.
Last month, I booked us a five-day anniversary trip to Mexico. It was supposed to be the first proper vacation we’d taken without responsibilities hanging over us.
Then his ex called. Their daughter had a school break that overlapped with our trip, and she wanted to come stay with us.
My husband immediately suggested bringing her to Mexico instead.
I told him absolutely not.
He said we could change the hotel reservation and make it a family vacation.
I told him I’d booked a romantic anniversary trip, not a holiday for him to play father while I tagged along.
He said he wouldn’t leave his daughter behind just because I wanted his attention.
So I told him if he changed our anniversary trip for her, he could forget about celebrating with me.
He canceled the trip.
I didn’t speak to him for three days.
Iris🎀 retweeted
Gay people need love, affection, understanding, and someone who makes them feel safe and valued. They need someone who listens when they are hurting, holds their hands when life gets difficult, and reminds them that they are worthy of happiness.
Behind every smile is a human being with feelings, dreams, fears, and a heart that longs to be loved. Being gay does not make someone less deserving of genuine love, respect, or a beautiful relationship.
Iris🎀 retweeted
やつの心臓を抉（えぐ）り出したい。切断された動脈から溢れ出る真っ赤な血が、私の手を伝って川のように流れるのを眺めたい。分厚い筋肉が痙攣し、脈打ち、ドクドクと動いて——やがてその鼓動を止める感覚を味わいたい。ゴムのようなその臓器に歯を立てたい。引き裂き、噛み砕き、時間をかけて味わいたい。舌を鉄の味で満たし、温かい血が喉を滑り落ちていくのを感じたいのだ。
「……で、僕のほうはそんな感じ」
彼の一言で、私はハッと現実に引き戻された。彼は首を少し傾げ、私の手首の内側にそっと触れた。蝶の羽がかすめるような軽いタッチだった。
「Adora（アドラ）はどう？ この出会いに何を期待してる？」
指が触れていた場所をさすると、まるで火がついたように熱かった。
「David（デイヴィッド）」
私は身を乗り出し、テーブルに肘をついて組んだ手の上に顎を乗せた。
「まさに私が言おうとしていたことよ」
白シャツに黒のベスト、赤い蝶ネクタイをしめた給仕が、銀のトレイを絶妙なバランスで抱えて戻ってきた。トレイの上には、頭上のガラス製シャンデリアが放つオレンジ色の光を浴びて、溶けたローズマリーバターが艶やかに光るフィレミニョンが乗っている。
「お客様はミディアムレアですね？」
給仕がデイヴィッドに向かって尋ねた。
「ええ、そうです」
「そして……ブルーでお焼きしたお肉は？」
「私よ。ここへ」
私は目の前のデート相手から視線を外さずに答えた。
黒いスクエア型のメガネの奥で、ドゥ（牝鹿）のように丸く黒い瞳が見下ろすお皿には、まっすぐな黒髪がはらりと落ちていた。メガネは彼の顔には少し大きすぎるように見えた。色白の肌は柔らかそうで、本当に柔らかそうで……大勢の客で混み合うレストランの中で暑すぎるのか、ネイビーのスーツジャケットを着た彼の頬は赤く火照っていた。周りの客たちの熱気が、まるで炉のように空気中へ放射されている。おしゃべりし、食べ物を噛み砕く人々。脈打つ心臓。あばら骨の奥で必死に動く臓器たち。
私は強く瞬きをし、手のひらに爪を立ててそれらの音（呪いの声）をかき消そうとした。
給仕が去ると、デイヴィッドは私のグラスにワインを注いでくれた。「じゃあ、君も真剣なお付き合いを探してるってことだよね？」
「もちろん」
私はナイフとフォークを手に取りながら答えた。
「良い心臓（こころ）を持った男性を探しているの。もう、30歳手前でしょう？ 適当に遊んでいる時間なんてないのよ」
「まったく同感だよ」
彼は心から頷き、真っ直ぐな視線を向けてきた。
「君と一緒に過ごせて本当に楽しいよ。僕たち……同じ気持ちでいるか確認したかったんだと思う。うまく言えないけど、君とはいい予感がするんだ」
「私と同じね」
私はステッキにナイフを入れながら言った。陶器のお皿に滴り落ちる血の混ざった肉汁に、空腹の痛みが一気に押し寄せてくる。それを舐めとり、吸い尽くしたい衝動に駆られた。けれど、この肉汁が彼の心臓ほど美味しくないことくらい、私には分かっていた。
怪しまれない程度に肉を口へ運び、黒髪を後ろに払って赤いドレスのストラップを直した。周囲の目撃者たちの存在をサッと確認してから、再びデイヴィッドへと視線を戻す。デイヴィッド・ペレス。今頃ならもう死んでいて、夕方のニュースで流れる連続殺人事件のリストに名を連ねているはずの男。《心臓が持ち去られた状態で遺体を発見》——そうなるはずだった。だが私は、最初のデートで手加減をするという過ちを犯してしまったのだ。
凍てつくような海水に浸されても、感覚が麻痺することなどなかった。全身を苛んでいたのは、燃え盛るような熱さだけだ。息を吸おうともがくたび、肌が焦げ、肺が焼ける。入ってくるのは塩水ばかりだった。
深海へと静かに沈んでいくにつれ、頭上の光は漆黒の闇へと消え去っていった。耳の奥では、絶え間ない静寂が激しく鳴り響いている。私は己の運命を受け入れた。体は重く打ち捨てられ、肺は闇で満たされ、思考すらも途切れかけていた。
誰かでいい、この苦しみを見ていてくれ……そうすれば、一人きりで死なずに済むのに。
私の意識は途絶えた。上下の感覚も、自分を繋ぎ止める術も失われていた。
私を見つけて。
その時、虚無の中に一筋の火花が散り、柔らかな光となって広がると、私を苛んでいた灼熱の深海を包み込んだ。温かな風が吹き抜け、まどろんでいた意識を心地よく覚まさせる。ハッと息を呑むと、ひんやりとした空気が胸に流れ込み、私は目を見開いた。
見上げると、一人の女性が佇んでいた。ワインレッドの美しい衣服を纏い、生地が風に優しく揺れている。肩の左右と額の髪飾り、計三か所にあしらわれた繊細な金の台座には、研ぎ澄まされたホワイトクォーツが輝いていた。ピーチムーンストーンのように煌めく肌。そして、暗い木立の幹を思わせる濃い茶色の瞳が、荘厳さと温もりをたたえて私をまっすぐに見つめていた。その瞳は、私のすべてを見通しているようだった。
Iris🎀 retweeted
THEY SAID “GET READY” LIKE THESE DOCTORS HAVE 8 HANDS AND 3 LIVES. 😭💀
Patients are pouring in from every direction, and they expect the medical team to save EVERYONE.
BE HONEST… HOW MANY PATIENTS CAN A HOSPITAL HANDLE BEFORE EVERYTHING TURNS INTO CHAOS? 😳�
The doctors barely had time to breathe before the next wave of patients flooded the hospital. 🚨 One emergency turned into five, and suddenly, every second meant the difference between life and death.
But here’s the scary part… what happens when the people responsible for saving lives are pushed beyond their limits? 💀😳