#STOLIE SPOTTED HOLD ON

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matthew's little :D stop it... stop...

[brooklynislandgirl]

“How many shots would it take for you to sleep with Baz?”

Pour me something tall and strong || Accepting @rugini {for reasons}

People are nosy. People ask questions they really ought not to because she doesn't want to answer them. Sure, Baz likes to cuddle up on the couch sometimes, and he makes a mean blanket fort. He tries to follow along with movies or tv shows he thinks she'd be interested in, even if he can't follow along for similar reasons why she finds it hard to have full conversations. They're two peas in an oddly shaped pod. There have been a few chaste kisses. And some that were not so chaste. And sometimes Baz likes to come up behind her, wrap his arms around her waist, and sink his teeth into the spot where her neck and her shoulders meet. Oh, never hard enough to break skin, never long enough to draw a bruise in the shape of his mouth. No matter how quickly she tends to heal. No matter how much permission she tries to imply with soft sighs and gentle melting into the way he holds her. Sometimes they've played impetuously like the innocent children they aren't and maybe never were allowed to be, but even then there's limits. Ones self imposed on one side or the other, sometimes they are victims of circumstance because there's always someone around. His mother is as much in his head as her brother had ever been in hers. Across the room he looks uncomfortable nursing his beer, just like she knew he would be. Work parties rarely are when it's all a bunch of secret agents, technicians, statisticians and intelligence analysts, none of which she is. She's only here because she's on the fringe of his world. She knew he wasn't going to be happy here, which is why she'd offered to let him come over to her place. To get away for a little while where things were much quieter, much friendlier but he'd insisted that he'd had to come. Which is how she got invited. She was his plus one. She looks at the two shots in hand. One a Patron Silver for him, the other Stoli Razberi, a perfect companion to the coconut cocktail she'd ordered earlier. Yeah, to even bring it up is gonna take a lot more courage than she currently possesses. She slams both of the shots one after the other and puts the empty little glasses in...this agent's hands. "T'ree drinks an' countin'. Promise t' tell ya in da morning." She turns around and goes back to the bar to order double of what she'd just downed. Either she'll finally work up the nerve to ask him, or...neither of them will remember tonight, which is good enough for her.

[glopratchet]

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They live on what little food they can grow themselves or trade for from the villages along the road He has been raised in a simple hut by his mother and father, who are both very poor farmers The only other person living here besides them is Simo himself, but he spends most of his time playing games with his brother, Nils Beebe-Beebe The next day you wake up to find that your innkeeper is gone without an explanation as usual called the "Beeship" It's a small device that will allow him to travel through space instantly If he uses it properly, he'll be able to get anywhere in the galaxy within minutes You know all this because he tells you about it every once in awhile while you're eating breakfast You wonder if he really needs all these extra profits, but then again maybe not you've got a lot of money now after all to a countless number of worlds throughout the galaxy, which means you are making a good profit You order extra alligator parts shipped in from dozens of other planets each week It gets to the point where half the bar is filled with your stockpile All of this allows you to buy yourself a little place in a much better part of town, the prices are incredibly cheap now that everyone is leaving to search for the new planet alligator milk, alligator gall bladders, alligator hearts, legs, and even genitals All of this money also employs a whole crew to work in your inn helping customers with their alligator parts and shipping requests You have no idea why some types go for more than others Whatever the nobles request is most likely what you'll ship out to them Now that you actually own your inn, you get to experience something you've missed out on for the past year ! you still wear your golden one everyday and love looking at it Feeling well enough financially to do this, you decide to splurge on a new home for yourself The house is right near a picturesque park with running trails, man made waterfalls, and Australian style cable cars to take you over the historically significant city wall whenever you like It also comes with its own large stretch limo for easy transport ! You sure do like wearing those too! Now of course there's a high demand for these necklaces, meaning there's plenty of crime involved with getting them around here After all, even you committed a crime or two to get your first one Only the nobles and authorities are allowed to wear them openly on their necks Though there are several ways the police have of spotting somebody wearing fakes or stolen teeth necklaces everyday Gon' down to the river and throw my billfallow trout-tickler Upwands to stap my belly like a ozzin Muttonheads! Heaving haycocks, have you no more decency than to poach in full view of the public? and not an ounce of backbone amongst the lot of ya iths swining in our trees like so many orange ornaments and you lot cut them down for sport Flying pigs! knights Given your inn's history, this is usually the type of people you get coming in nowadays Drunken idiots looking to make an uproar and fill the place with smoke Bores! besides every once in awhile you still get the odd adventurer type who has heard about your place Of course these drunkards are a big part of your business nowadays You might not make as much money as you used to, but you can honestly say you're enjoying yourself a lot more now He's got more necklaces on than a charmed serpent Your head chef in the kitchen as of recently, he's an experimental gourmet chef of some sort, always trying out newfangled recipes with alligator meat too tough to be served anywhere else When you first started the alligator fad, he was the one who came up with the concept of an alligator sausage and has also created dishes such as alligator poutine and gator tail mac and cheese , similar to a Mao jacket Bill falls in through the back door of the kitchen, out of breath and clutching his chest making wheezing noises He's clad in a red Hawaiian shirt He wears blue jeans with brown leather belt with a rectangular silver buckle He has on work boots that are clearly used for manual labor of some sort, perhaps farming He wears a brown leather tool belt There are tongs, pliers, and other such tools associated with hands When he sees you, his eyes dart around looking at everything but you "Um hello," He says nervously, "I'm here to apply for the head chef position " a blue light at the center of his vision YOU: "Hmmm say, weren't you in here last night drinking off your sorrows?" "among other things "Strike one," YOU: "And you also almost single handedly destroyed the tavern in a drunken stupor I'm not sure if that makes you the best person to take the esteemed position of head chef or the worst " Bil claps his hands together In the middle of the face is a mouth that acts as a filter with an opening and closing lid Inside are interlocking teeth that cut and carve the shaggy shreds of tobacco that continuously fall on the ground The whole contraption is held in his mouth with wires that go around the head "Alrighty then," Bil says excitedly , as they are fighting over bills that have come in But it hardly matters, he gets weekly allowances for doing chores that he doesn't even do anyway To amuse himself, he often wanders into taverns requesting work as a bartender After the tavern gets trashed he moves along to the next tavern He has before worked at this tavern for a year before, but that was only because of his connections in the past involvements he had with Keira You suspect trouble "I think I should let you know that you would be working under me," You say That instantly worries him w Bil looks down, letting out a sigh Huh? YOU: "What?" GAME: You've chosen Conservative mode! This option will result in having a manageable business without much risk, but the profits are likely to be low "It's not that I doubt your commanding abilities!" Bil says Uh-Oh It's Showtime! As Bil throws in playing with his sawfish teeth interlocking device "Ummm Welll its just that I was under the impression that you were the daughter of Ola our departed co-chef Also my age and not fit to command anyone," Bil says as he squirms uncomfortably You've met my Pa before " Silence, evident confusion, and slight panic washes over Bill's sober face Get him on the couch! "Perhaps we should discuss this matter at a later time I am terribly busy with inventory and organizing everything until the day that Ola arrives in ten hours via hover train," Bill says attempting to leave You clamp your hand around Bil Muscat's thin arm He jumps back and lets out a loud yelp YOU: "Keep your voice down What I need you to do is organize and inventory the smaller alcohol bottles," "Yes Boss " Bil says "And Bil, do it quickly, or you'll feel my wrath The man frightened and near tears he cautiously approaches the alcohol storage closet This isn't going to plan, but the least effective time to do this would be now You need to guide him along "Hey, you're new, right?" a man says to Bil as he steps off the hover tram You recognize him as another alcohol supplier (and buddy of yours) named Zimak "I've got a large shipment that arrived this morning Where would you like it? I can't unstow everything myself " THIS CHOICE MATTERS! NOTE: You may select more then one choice for your answer Option One: Place the alcohol in a different location from the current supplies Option Two - Get a jump on this shipment and place it with the current alcohol "Leave it with the main supply," You shout Bil is too overwhelmed to speak Soon he manages to locate the crates of alcohol in Zimak's shipment He soon begins separating the bottles organized by type and size Pleased as punch Bil says, "I see you sent out for some top-shelf alcohol again, but what's this?" Bil's holding up a blue aluminum canister that says fizzy peach wuzzy on the side You now have a final answer of where the can is placed Placing it somewhere else will break your streak! Option One: Place it with the main stock Option Two: Place it elsewhere on another shelf YOU: "Stock it where you cherry-picked items are located " "But I need those for gifts and personal use," bawls Bill as he attempts to collect himself again Before long he'll cry in front of the customers! "Sweet Christmas! Would you calm down? Does that stuff really do anything for you?" You say as you snatch the canned good out of his hands and begin to open it "Man, this fruit punch is a real lemon-lime bomb! Heh See? I made a joke!" You continue to mock Bil until he begins to seriously sob into his hands While he attempts to regain his composure, you send the Zimak fellow on his way Zimak, why did you send me such an alcoholic beverage?" You say still holding the metallic tasting blue liquid "I dunno, I thought you guys would like it for one of your parties or something That stuff's pretty popular and my kids love the cartoon on the side of the can "You're lucky I like you and this was free," You say lightly pushing Zimak, before he takes his leave Somehow you'll have to get through the day without offending anyone too harshly or else the word will spread that you're a mean boss and folks will avoid shopping here Last thing you want is to have this place become a ghost town Maybe get a bit drunk today That reminds you of Bill's earlier freakout over his bottle of Stoli You better see what exactly is bugging Bil today Upon entering the break-room (what you call the refrigerator) you find Bil wailing and gnashing his teeth over one of the shelves You figured it out instantly; his beloved Smirnoff isn't there! "Things can't be that bad " You trail off as he turns to you sobbing Oh boy He took it!" "Who took what?" "Gunther! He took my bottle!" At this point Bil wipes his nose on his shirt sleeve and begins pointing an accusatory finger at you, "It's your fault! If you hadn't opened that big can of worms by pulling that April fools prank, he would've left everything alone " You can't tell if this is the alcohol or his medical condition but either way, you need to get to the bottom of this "Alright, you know what? I'll go talk to him myself You just sit here and relax " "I won't relax until I get my drinks back!" Well, at least that's a start in the right direction Now you just hope Gunther is home

[demitgibbs]

Things Get Extra Colorful at Key West Pride

After Gay Disney in Orlando next weekend, but before Wilton Manors’ Stonewall celebrations later in June, Pride dips south to touch down in Key West between the 6th (or so) and the 10th.

With an official motto of “One Human Family” and its legendarily laidback attitude, The Conch Republic, is a particularly welcoming and copacetic place to get your Pride on. The Key West Business Guild, the nation’s oldest Gay and Lesbian Chamber of Commerce, assembles a very fun week of events, including pool parties and late-night soirées, the finale of a North American cocktail contest, theatrical readings, film screenings, a Pride street fair, pageants and, of course, a parade.

We’ve got your pocket guide to all the shenanigans. 

The Main Events

The two headline events of Key West Pride are a street fair on Saturday, June 9 and the parade on Sunday, June 10, which runs along Duval Street from the Gulf of Mexico to the Atlantic Ocean (just imagine getting from one to the other without having to drive across The Everglades!).

The parade steps off at the very civilized hour of 5pm — no noon start times on Sundays here! And you can take in the whole thing and still make it to La Te Da in plenty of time for tea dance at 7. That’s just the way Key West rolls.

Spirits

Key West is known for its spirits. And I’m not just talking Papa Hemingway’s ghost.

As Jimmy Buffet (and just about anyone who’s ever been to The Southernmost Point) can tell you, Key West takes cocktailing seriously. If Team USA had a drinking squad, they’d probably train in The Conch Republic.

Along with the street fair and parade, the third anchor of Pride is the Stoli Key West Cocktail Classic. This mixology competition sees regional winners from LGBT bars in 14 North American cities tasked with creating a Key West cocktail that embodies the island’s creativity and free spirit. The competition kicks off Wednesday night at Island House, with events daily throughout the weekend.

Local Color

This year’s parade will feature a 100-foot section of the famed 1.25-mile-long Sea-to-Sea rainbow flag that Key West Pride debuted in 2003, a tribute to Gilbert Baker, creator of the original rainbow flag.

Believe it or not, Baker’s original design featured eight stripes, not just the six we see on rainbow flags worldwide today. The other two colors, hot pink and turquoise, were dropped from the official design due to “manufacturing issues’ when the flag quickly grew in popularity and started being mass produced.

The Sea-to-Sea flag, however, features all eight of Baker’s original stripes. Don’t you ever tell a Key West queen she can’t have her hot pink and turquoise because of “manufacturing issues!”

Performance

Show business seems to be in the water in Key West, and the week’s festivities kick off on Saturday June 2 with Pride Follies, a variety show at Key West Theater (512 Eaton St; Tix: $15–30, keystix.com) that promises “the best (and sometimes the worst) of local Key West performing artists.” Bar service is available during the performance (natch!).

Later in the week, you can catch stage readings of plays including Douglas Carter Beane’s The Little Dog Laughed and Moises Kaufman’s Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde. And if you prefer your performances at a safe remove, during Pride weekend, Tropic Cinema (416 Eaton St; tropiccinema.com) is holding several screenings of BPM, last year’s excellent French feature about life, love, and activism at the height of the AIDS crisis.

Pageantry

If you enjoy a good pageant, Key West Pride is hosting three of them: Miss, Ms., and Mr. Key West Pride. The weekend also features the Miss Paradise Female Impersonator Pageant, the local qualifier for Miss Florida Female Impersonator.

Worship

The Key West Business Guild’s official Pride schedule for Sunday begins at 11am with a Christian worship service at Metropolitan Community Church and an ecumenical service at Unity of the Keys Spiritual Center. These are followed promptly at noon by a naked pool party at Island House. Because Key West.

Gary Salazar, left, and Maria Walden, right, are the first to tread across Duval Street in Key West, Fla., on a new rainbow crosswalk just after four were installed at Duval and Petronia streets Thursday, May 28, 2015. The crosswalks feature bands of all six colors of the rainbow flag, an internationally recognized symbol of gay and lesbian unity. They are composed of pre-formed thermoplastic color blocks alternating with white stripes and heat-treated to become a permanent part of the pavement. 

Key West Pride Highlights

Wednesday June 6

Kickoff Celebration: Key West Pride and The Stoli Key West Cocktail Classic Championship

5–9pm. Stoli open bar 5–7pm. Island House (1129 Fleming St). 18+, 21 to drink. islandhousekeywest.com.

Reading of Cloudburst presented by Fringe Theater

7pm. FREE. Key West Theater (512 Eaton St). thekeywesttheater.com.

Miss Pride Pageant

8pm. 801 Bar Cabaret (801 Duval St). Reservations: 801bourbon.com.

Thursday June 7

Pride Pool Party

1–5pm. $5 Tito’s Vodka drinks. Equator Resort (822 Fleming St). equatorresort.com.

The Stoli Key West Cocktail Classic: Elimination Event I

6:30pm (doors at 5pm). FREE. 21+ only. Aqua (711 Duval St). aquakeywest.com.  

Reading of The Little Dog Laughed presented by Fringe Theater

7pm. FREE. Key West Theater (512 Eaton St). thekeywesttheater.com.

Ms. Key West Pride 2018 Pageant

7pm. 801 Bar Cabaret (801 Duval St). 801bourbon.com.

Friday June 8

Pool Party: Singles, Couples & Thruples, Oh My!

Noon–5pm. Clothing optional. Island House (1129 Fleming St). islandhousekeywest.com.

The Stoli Key West Cocktail Classic: Elimination Event II

6pm (doors at 5pm). FREE. 21+ only.801 (801 Duval St). 801bourbon.com.

Stage reading of Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde

6pm. Waterfront Playhouse (407 Wall St). Tix ($20): waterfrontplayhouse.org.

Top Performer Contest

8pm. Garden Bar Stage at Bourbon St. Pub (724 Duval St). bourbonstpub.com.

Mr. Key West Pride Contest

8pm. Bourbon St. Pub (724 Duval St). bourbonstpub.com.

Glow Party

Featuring American Idol contestant Les Green and his band, Patrick and the Swayzees.

9pm. Aqua Sidebar (711 Duval St). aquakeywest.com

Fetish Ball (men only)

10pm. 1 Saloon (801 Duval St). 801bourbon.com.

Saturday June 9

Key West Pride Street Fair

10am–7pm. Duval St.

Pride Pool Party

Noon–8pm. Bourbon St Pub (724 Duval St). bourbonstpub.com.

Pool Party: BAM and Kat present R U Wet Yet

Noon. Alexander’s Guesthouse (1118 Fleming St). alexanderskeywest.com.

Stage reading of Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde

6pm. Waterfront Playhouse (407 Wall St). Tix ($20): waterfrontplayhouse.org.

The Stoli Key West Cocktail Classic: Championship Finale

With performances by Debby Holiday and LaToya London.

6:30pm. FREE. 21+ only. Main stage outside Bourbon St. Pub (724 Duval St). bourbonstpub.com.

Miss Paradise Female Impersonator Pageant

Preliminary for the Miss Florida Female Impersonator Pageant

8pm (doors at 7pm). Studios of Key West (533 Eaton St).

Purgatory: Foam Party & Fetish Event (men only)

10pm. FREE clothes check. Bourbon St. Pub (724 Duval St). bourbonstpub.com.

Sunday June 10

MCC Pride Service

11am. Metropolitan Community Church (1215 Petronia St). mcckeywest.com.  

Unity of the Keys Pride Service

11am. Unity of the Keys (1011 Virginia St). unityofthekeys.org.

Naked Pool Party (men only)

Noon–4pm. Island House (1129 Fleming St). islandhousekeywest.com.

Pride Karaoke

4pm. Parade viewing area at 801 (801 Duval St). 801bourbon.com.

Key West Pride Parade

5pm. Duval St, from The Gulf to The Atlantic.

Tea Dance

7pm. La Te Da (1125 Duval St). lateda.com.

Tea Dance After Party

9pm–midnight. Mangoes (700 Duval St). mangoeskeywest.com.

from Hotspots! Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2018/05/31/things-get-extra-colorful-at-key-west-pride/ from Hot Spots Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.tumblr.com/post/174436315910

[nasanch88-blog]

Stealing into the basement after his parents were asleep had been the easy part. The tricky maneuver was getting his father's new time machine turned on, and running smoothly before his father came down to stop him. It had been his father's intention to make the first ever test trip back into the past, and Johnny couldn't let his dad take that chance. After all, he was over 55 years old, and there was no telling what physical conditions were needed for a trip like this. And since Johnny was in the best physical shape he'd ever been in he figured it would be better, at least for the first test, if he went instead of his father. He left his father's settings on the machine, and then threw the main power switch. There was an immediate humming that quickly intensified to the point that the very air around Johnny began to vibrate. A sudden flash of lightning as an dark oval window appeared out of nowhere in front of Johnny, and as he heard footsteps in the kitchen above him he stepped through the time portal. Johnny was amazed. The trip through his fathers latest invention the space/time portal had landed him gently out in a field with a sky full of stars, and the horizon full of vehicular headlights all heading one way, and not getting there very fast. A quick look at his watch told him that he had until noon two days from now before he had to return to his own time at this very spot. He quickly took note that he was standing on a boulder next to a scarecrow, and then headed in the direction everybody else was going. He knew that his father's new time machine had been set for upstate New York, sometime in the late 60's, and that this was it's first test run, but that was all he knew. He found the problem of the stalled headlights 15 minutes later. It was an old school bus with a weird paint scheme, and steam billowing out of the engine compartment. "What seems to be the problem?" He asked the thin black man with the grease stained face. "Damn engine keeps overheating, and I can't figure it out," the stranger then looked at him, and his eyes went wide in surprise, "look honkey, what I don't need is another lecture on the complexities of the internal combustion engine. If I don't got the money, then I can hardly afford paying a mechanic, right?" "Actually," Johnny said, "I was going to say you need a little duct tape for that radiator hose." "Duct tape?" "I have some here in my ruck sack, hold on, I'll have it fixed for you in a jiff." Two minutes later Johnny had the entire hose wrapped up in duct tape. "There ya go, just add water, and she'll be okay." "Yeah, but for how long?" Asked the black man. "Well, it might last a year, but you'd be better off replacing the hose before then." "No shit? Thanks. And sorry about the honkey thing, I was just a little on edge. Hey, if you want to you can ride with us... um..." and he put out his hand. "Johnny," he finished for him shaking the offered hand. "Johnny, eh. I know how that goes. My name is James, but everybody calls me Jimmy. Hop in." The bus was filled with black people who suddenly stopped what they were doing as they saw the white man in their midst. "This is Johnny, he's okay," James said by way of introduction, "he fixed the engine for us." And just as quickly as they had stopped they went right back to doing what they were before spotting him. He took note that many of the people had musical instruments in front of them, and that they were in a heated debate about what key to play in for the national anthem. Not being a musician himself Johnny just took the nearest seat as the bus lurched forward, and enjoyed the ride. In less than half an hour they reached what Johnny could only describe as some strange, maybe even cult like huge campgrounds in the middle of a farm. People everywhere were hugging, and kissing, singing strange folksy, but not quite country western songs that he wasn't quite familiar with, and they all were drinking a great deal of wine. Everyone it seemed smoked in this era, and dressed in strange denim costumes, or next to nothing in the diminishing heat, but at least they had long hair like him even if not as hygienic as he kept his. "Thanks again," James said stopping to let him out, and this time gave Johnny a hug, and then slipped him a piece of paper. "You can use that to get backstage. See you at the concert." "I could easily get lost here," Johnny chuckled to himself as the bus continued on without him. "Who are you looking for?" The voice sounding like musical notes was strangely familiar. When he turned to see who had questioned him his mouth gaped open, as he got lost in the brilliant deep blue eyes framed in delicate lattices of the natural straight ass length blond smiling demigoddess. Her buxom top wrapped in a flowery print halter only emphasized her sculpted racy curves, and tight yet dainty musculature below. Her extremely short denim skirt barely covered her pubic area enough to hide her bottom even while standing. "They call me Daffodil," and again that musical aura of hers seemed hauntingly familiar. She put her hand out to shake Johnny's, and he started trembling the moment she put her hand in his. "So, are you looking for anyone special, or just here by yourself to enjoy the concert?" "The latter I'm afraid," he replied, hypnotized by everything about the girl. "Groovy, you can join us then," and she led him to a modest campfire nearby with five small tents surrounding it, and blankets scattered around like throw rugs with people sitting, drinking, smoking, and some even necking as they joined the small group. The looks on their faces as he came into their campfire light were as if they'd seen a ghost. "Hey John! Get out here!" Yelled out the svelte redhead with flowers in her hair sitting with what looked like a real Native American passing a long pipe around. "I think your soul double just arrived." "Say what?" Asked Johnny's spitting image coming out of the tent to his right, closely followed by a cute brunette, both of whom were buckling their belts. The youthful face with the scraggly three-day-old beard, and wildly curly hair could only be Johnny's father, John Howard Jr. His face mirroring Johnny's own astonishment at each other's similarities. "Well, since I'm an only child, and all of my cousins are girls I'm certain that we aren't related," his father's voice held a vigor, and arrogance to it at this time that he wasn't use to, but it was comforting just the same when they shook hands. "And you would be?" "I'm J... Joe," he replied, almost saying his real name. "Well, two J's, eh. Welcome to my little commune, Joe." His arms going wide to indicate the immediate vicinity around the campfire. "Make yourself comfortable. The woman are as easy as they want to be, so be cool, and I'm sure one of them will bed down with you if they want to. If not there are plenty of free lovers around to take the edge off. Hell, maybe even Daff-o-dilly will give up her cherry while we're here." "You are such a fool John Howard," came her musical retort, "and don't forget stud, you had your chance already." The scowl that crossed over his father's face then was so familiar it almost made him laugh out loud. The laugh died a borning as the goddess next to him suddenly whirled, and kissed him full on the mouth. Her tongue like that of a snake entering his mouth insidiously began dueling with his own. Her breasts poking into his chest made it clear that she had no bra on under that halter top, and he found himself instantly erect, and gasping for breath. Though to be truthful he could have melted in her Juicy Fruit vortex for the rest of his life. "You can sleep in my tent," Daffodil said after they broke from their kiss. "Bitch!" Johnny heard his father grumble mumbling before returning to his own tent with the brunette in tow. "Not so ruff this time John," murmured the brunette as she followed. "He's just jealous," Daffodil giggled. "I don't want to get in between you two if there's something going on," Johnny said. "There was until Miss Twiggy came along and spread her legs," she nodded at the tent where his dad and the brunette were. "But don't worry, he wouldn't really hurt a fly. I'd kick his ass if he even tried." "I think you would," Johnny agreed, his face as mirthful as a Leprechaun. "My father is a Green Beret," she stated semi proudly, "and he taught me how to defend myself before going off to Vietnam." The look of total shock that came over Johnny right then as he suddenly realized just who the hell his love goddess really was had Daffodil slightly off plumb for a moment before she added; "We obviously haven't always agreed on government policy." "Daffodil isn't your real name, is it?" Johnny said. "Well, I was born Daphne Ann Sedgway, but I think Daffodil fits me much better, don't you?" His mother's smile now so much more brilliant, and innocent than it was in the future at the sage old age of 55. "Just how old are you Daff," he decided on using her nickname to keep on safe turf not realizing that he shouldn't have known that her grandmother had called her that for years. Her eyes glimmered in delight though, just the same. "I turned 18 last spring, why?" "I just don't want to be accused of child molesting later on." He lied, having no intention whatsoever of ending up in the sheets with his own mother, even if she was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever met. "Groovy," she said, and handed him a bottle of wine labeled Bali-Hi. It wasn't bad, even though it was very fruity as if concentrated, but there was definitely alcohol in it. "It's two parts Bali, and one part Stoly," she informed him as they settled down together close enough to the fire to take the chill of night off them. "Without the vodka it's just too tame to even get a buzz off of, and since I don't smoke I need all the mellow yellowing I can get." "I see," Johnny said, and ended up gulping down a great big slug when his mother's delicate hand brushed up against his cock through his trousers. "So tell me, who's your favorite?" She asked, all bubbly and in his face. "My favorite?" "The Dead, Country Joe, Jimmy, Janis? Need I go on?" She was obviously talking about something, but he wasn't quite sure how to answer until it suddenly came to him that she was talking about the performers in this out of doors open concert. "Actually, Daff, I'm a closet Beatles fan," he confessed truthfully, "always have been." "No shit? Me too! Even their early stuff. Oh, but don't tell John, he's really into all of this anti war, and free love culture. Don't get me wrong, I am too, but that's still my daddy over there, and I love him with all of my heart." Johnny had never met his grandfather on his mother's side, he'd died shortly after Vietnam from Agent Orange contamination. Oh he'd heard all of his mother's stories about the man, but until now they'd only been stories. Ranting by his mother about a man that she'd hardly known. The giggling, slightly inebriated young woman next to him barely resembling a sister that he'd never had. But if she suspected anything it was that Joe was flirting back at her, not that this was the only child that she would ever bear. And the fact that Joe looked so much like her one true love didn't hurt either. "Here, have some more Bali/Stoly," and she passed him the bottle once again. In all of his life Johnny had never seen his mother drink alcohol to get drunk, but she certainly was now. And getting more comfortable in front of him she was displaying more of her charms than a lady like her normally would. Johnny could see up her skirt as she sat lotus fashion, and Daff/Daphne/Daffodil wasn't wearing any panties under her mini skirt. "Like what you see, stud?" His mother's thick kinky blond pubic thatch had little sparkling dewdrops mixed up in it that had Johnny's rapt attention. He tried not to look, but he couldn't help himself, taking note that her slit was clearly visible through the thick blond forest, and had a delicate softness, and intimacy to it that he couldn't fail to notice, or appreciate. This young ripe woman in full bloom was a virgin, and more than ready for the biggest thrill of her life. But by her own son from the future? "Yes, very much," he replied at last, still unsure of himself. "What say we finish up this wine, and retire to my tent then?" Just who was seducing who here, Johnny wondered, but gulped down some more of the thick fruity cocktail just the same, and passed it back to her. "All things in moderation," she said, then finished off the bottle, and took his hand crouching down then, leading the way into her tent. She was all over him the moment that they were securely secluded inside, and Johnny couldn't help but react as any red-blooded male would given the situation. Daphne had his shirt off in seconds, her halter-top following close behind floated to the floor with it. Their naked chests pressing up against each other as they kissed passionately. Daphne's hands moving in between them to undo Johnny's pants soon had them puddled down around his ankles. Her fingers quickly taking hold of his cock through his boxer shorts almost made Johnny cum on the spot. "Easy Maw... my darling," he'd almost said mom, "let's go slow, and enjoy this. One of us at least is a virgin, and I know it isn't me." "I can't help it, Joe, you make me so damn hot! It's almost..." and she blushed profusely. "Almost what?" He inquired, and reached up to fondle the exquisite breasts that he'd sucked milk from so long ago. "It's silly really," Daphne replied, but forced herself to continue, "I have a cousin, and we almost, well, you know. But then my dad interrupted us calling me back to the picnic, and nothing happened." "I see," he said, and wondered at the woman he had never really known, but grown up with just the same. "Please, Joe, I need it so bad. Do something!" "Okay, let's get comfortable first," and he eased her down on to the bedding. With his cock as hard as a rock, and dripping precum he needed a little time to cool off enough to take his mom to seventh heaven the way she needed to this first time. He helped her squirm out of her mini skirt, and gazed with lust upon the one naked woman in the world he had no business lusting after. The one woman in the world who was so absolutely beautiful that it simply took his breath away every time he looked at her, or she looked at him. In Johnny's time period it was common for young women to have a bikini wax, or even have most of their pubic thatch shaved away, or trimmed down. But here in his mother's youth it wasn't the norm at all. And her wild hairy muff was like some jungle, or lost continent that called to him. The beating of his own heart like native drums pounding in his ears. There was a scent in the air like that of smoldering Jasmine leaves, and it wasn't coming from any incense burning nearby. Sweet, and tart both it was filled with a special innocence of youth, and her subtle perfume. The intoxicating fragrance becoming more pungent as his face moved nearer to his mother's widely spread thighs until at last he was no longer capable of pulling away. So caught up in his mother's youthful subliminal seduction was he, that it actually startled him when he found his tongue slurping up along the length of her hot moist fur covered slit. Her hands running through his hair then pulled him in tight to her groin as she groaned in muffled release loud enough to make those outside of her tent snicker. "Oh yesss!" She hissed. "Don't stop, please Johnny, don't stop!" He was startled that she had called him by name, and then he realized that she was calling out to his father John Jr., and not him. As Joe he was only the mirror image of his mother's fantasy lover, and as his father's look alike was really relegated to the duty of a living, breathing doll with a talented tongue, and none vibrating dildo as far as his young mother was concerned. And then he remembered what the brunette had murmured before following his father in that tent. It would never do for a virgin like Daphne to be broken in by a selfish ruff house lover as his father obviously was at this time in his life. It could have easily ruined her as far as having sex with men was concerned. No, it was much better to have an experienced gentle caring lover the first time, and Johnny was all of that long before he'd made this journey back into the late 1960's. And that thanks to the gentle warm and caring nurturing of the very woman whose musky pussy he had his tongue in at that very moment. Johnny knew she was ready for the real deal after hearing her sigh into her fourth tongue induced spirited orgasm as she wriggled her ass up at his face. Her legs at last stopped scissoring his neck, and flopped to the ground spread wide open. He too was ready to penetrate her vagina, but he had to be especially careful from here on out. He began to kiss her soft inner thighs, and then worked his way upward along her taunt belly. Paying special attention to her belly button, he tongued it as if it were a tiny mouth, then proceeded upwards towards her mountainous mammary. He knew that fifty poets couldn't do justice to describing those splendid peaks capped with pink nipples that were even now crinkled up in erection from her excitement. His mouth closing over first the left one then the right to suckle at tenderly before kissing his way higher. Until at last he was face to face, cock to cunt with his mother, and prepared to enter her very wet slice of heaven. Her arms and legs once again rising up to wrap around behind him. Johnny Howard the third was well aware that he was already lurking in dangerous grounds, and flirting with laws of paradox in the space-time continuum. Were his mother to fall in love with him instead of his father they might not ever get married, and if they didn't marry they wouldn't have him. Thankfully she was already in love with his dad, and by the looks of things dad was equally in love with her even if he wasn't ready to admit it to himself as yet. So the only real problem left to Johnny was breaking his mother's cherry, but without impregnating her in the process. For that he'd have to pull out of her before he came, or there'd be all hell to pay, as he hadn't brought any rubbers with him. "Please baby, now!" Daphne groaned as his cock slipped in between her lower lips ready to take the plunge. And she tried to pull him into her without success. "This might hurt a little," he whispered. "I know, but I need it now, baby!" He wasted no further time then, and eased his cock into her until he came up against her hymen. He saw as well as felt her brace herself, then jammed right past the blockage until he was buried deep, and all the way inside of his mother's pussy. Once there he waited for her to catch her breath, and steal away the pain to where she could relax enough to enjoy the rest. While he waited, and she whimpered Johnny reached between them, and gently caressed her clit, and sucked at her magnificent teats. In no time he felt her hips reacting to his gentle persuasions as they thrust upward at him. The whimpering continued, but it was intimate, and much more demanding. Johnny's hips began to rise and fall then. Slowly at first, bringing her along, as well as following her needs. The tempo picking up as she writhed under him urging him on as if riding on top of a stallion, instead of under him. In no time they were galloping along, and quickly approaching the fence on the edge of eternity. "OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" Daphne cried out at the top of her lungs, but they didn't hear the laughter it inspired outside of her tent as they jumped the last post, and plunged over the edge into the endless pit below. Johnny barely pulled his cock out of his mother's pussy in time. His prick spraying all over her taunt belly, and massive lush tits in the process. At first surprised by this turn of events Daphne was also fascinated by the frothing slime spitting out of his dick and soaking the front of her. Once she calmed down enough to do so she simply stuck her finger in one of the ropes of slime, and brought it to her mouth to sample. Daphne must have thought the taste to her liking as she squeegeed the rest with her fingers, and licked it off of them. What she didn't lick up she smeared into her flesh like skin lotion. The whole process looked on by Johnny had his dick staying hard as tempered steel. And when Daphne saw that he was still erect she wanted to taste that too. Watching his own mother crawl over on all fours naked, and take his cock into her mouth almost blew Johnny's mind. He'd never imagined any sight that arousing, and he nearly lost his second wad right then in his own mother's cock sucking mouth. Who'd of thought his sweet old mother could be such a whoring slut back in her youth? Hell she didn't even know him, and she'd given up her precious cherry to him already. What next, her ass? And why not take her ass cherry too? He thought. His mind so wrapped up in his own lust now that he was willing to try anything. It was then that he saw the magic marker lying next to him. Daphne had used it to make protest signs, and simply forgotten it was there. He reached down then, and took hold of it, and as she continued to suck heartily on his cock he printed out the word; "Whore," on her buttocks upside down just for the fun of it. "What did you do?" She asked, that musical tone once again in her voice. "I wrote Whore in big black letters across your fanny, babe," he chuckled. "How does it look?" "Great! As if you'd been born with it." "It sure tells it like it is," she giggled, and went back to sucking his cock again. It didn't take long for Johnny to lose it what with his mother's exciting touch, and watching her gulp down his discharge was almost as fantastic as taking her cherry had been. So much so that he was still semi-erect afterwards. "Wow! What are you? A love machine?" Daphne giggled, and snuggled up to him in her bed. "What next, you've had every hole I own." "Well, not every hole," he cajoled. "No way!" She sat up straight suddenly. "That really would hurt." "Not as much as you think," he responded, "and if done properly it makes for the strongest orgasm a woman can have." "You're kidding, right?" And when he just shrugged, leaving it to her to decide, her mind became a turmoil. After all, how could anything be better than what she'd just gone through with Joe already? But then it had been Joe, and not John hadn't it, and that made it all the more perverse in her eyes. No, she would save her ass for John, for when they were married, and treasure what she had with Joe here at this rock concert the rest of her life. Joe had branded her as his whore, but it was a brand that would soon wash away. Her love for John never would. There was something about that crazy scientist wannabe that she just couldn't resist. Oh sure, he was with that bitch now, but she knew deep down that he wanted Daphne most of all. Hopefully Joe would make John jealous enough to do something about it. At least that was her plan for now. In the meantime she'd learn as much about sex as she wanted to with Joe as his whore. ************ Morning brought with it the need to pee erection that insisted Johnny wake up. Feeling soft lips, and a tongue sucking on his cock as he returned to the landscape of his parent's youth wasn't helping relieve that insistence either. Knowing that it was his mother's mouth made it all the worse. "If you don't stop that," he groaned, "and let me go pee, I'm going to piss in your mouth." "I don't mind," Daphne replied, and to help him relax enough to pee she simply stopped sucking on his cock, and held it in her mouth. "You really are a slut, aren't you," he managed to say as his bladder at last released its liquid cargo. Daphne had no time to reply right then as she was busy gulping down his sterile urine. And she never lost a single drop doing it. But with his cock still in her mouth Johnny's cock only became semi-erect, and not entirely limp. So that when he finished pissing down his mother's young throat he simply began fucking her now cock sucking face as if he'd been doing it all of his life. The purely deviant behavior of his mother when she was a teenager was just too wantonly filthy for him not to. After all, how many guys did he know even in his own time period that had as beautiful a woman as Daphne, let alone that she was willing to actually drink their urine? And how easily she had accepted the magic marker condemning her as a whore still had his emotions smoldering. "Can I gather by this that you reached a decision to actually be my whore while we are here together at this concert?" Johnny inquired looking down at her, and taking in every inch of her lush pristine body. "I'm already naked, Joe, are you stripping my skin off, or what?" "Just trying to memorize," he retorted, "you are the most lovely creature to share a bed with, as I'm sure you're well aware." "What does being your slut entail?" Daphne asked after taking his cock out of her mouth for a moment. "Challenges," was all he could cough out as he started to ejaculate just as she popped his dick back into her mouth. Again she swallowed down all of his essence, as if she just couldn't get enough. "I thought you might like to be the inspiration for the term "Groupie." He fucked her again, as that was all he could do once she jumped on top of him still naked impaling herself on his cock. He loved watching her big titties swaying, and flopping around in front of his face like two pillow clouds dog fighting. Her face scrunched up in painful bliss as she undulated in the throes of many mini orgasms. He really didn't want to cum in her cunt, but Daphne gave him no choice as she refused to dismount long enough for him to cum anywhere else. Johnny could only hope, and pray to God that there wasn't enough left in his pistol to cause any real damage. "Ever think of having sex with a black man?" Johnny asked her as they finally got dressed to rejoin the rest of the world. "Oh, you really are nasty, aren't you," she giggled. Then figuring that she had nothing to lose telling Joe, after all this wasn't her one true love just a photo copy, "To be truthful, it's a fantasy that I've had ever since seeing the movie "Gone With the Wind." I mean I've heard all of the legends, of course..." "But you'd like to find out if they're true, right?" He finished for her. "Well sure, what girl wouldn't? But..." "But then you'd be a real free lover, wouldn't you?" He prodded sarcastically. "I..." She stopped then, and he watched as she struggled with herself, and her conflicting background. "I guess what I'm saying is that as your whore, I'd be foolish to not to comply with your wishes. Even if it meant that I'd have to give my body to black men." Johnny could see what a real leap of faith that had been for her. Especially with her southern background, but the woman he knew in the future didn't have an ounce of bigotry in her, and maybe his being here had ordained that. In any event, he was determined to make this concert a real eye opening experience for his mother, especially knowing that the rest of her life as the wife of John Jr. would be fairly sedentary at best. If nothing else, she'd never forget this as the biggest, and best adventure of her life. "Look, I just thought," he suddenly felt foolish, and almost apologized before remembering that in this time period Daphne was nobody's mother, "I have a friend, and he's the lead singer in one of the bands playing here, and I just thought you might like to meet..." "Hell yes!" Daphne broke in interrupting his train of thought. The explosive eyes wide excitement as she fairly jumped up, and down in place taking him aback. "I'd do it with Jimmy if I could get close enough to him." "You've heard of him then?" "Jimmy Hendrix? Who hasn't?" "Hmmm, he didn't actually give me his last name, but I know he's playing in one of the bands at this concert." And Johnny took the time then to explain how he'd met Jimmy. "I thought that was his bus when I saw you get out of it," Daphne replied when he'd finished. "So you only hit on me to get closer to a rock star?" Johnny inquired. "No, I approached you because of that, but when I saw your face, well..." The entire campgrounds were a buzz with anxiety as the time for the live concert rapidly was approaching when they left Daphne's tent. John Jr., and his thin brunette sidekick were in a heated debate with the redhead, and her Native Indian friend about the evil war mongrels dying in a far off land fighting for their right to argue. John Jr. gave Johnny a nod of knowing acknowledgement that turned into a scowl by the time it reached Daphne. "We're going to see Jimmy backstage," Daphne announced, instantly getting a raised eyebrow from John Jr. "Can you keep an eye on my stuff?" "Nobody's gonna rip off your homemade fruit punch Daffy Dilly," John Jr. threw back sarcastically. "Not when there's so much pot floating around here." Then to Johnny he said; "I'd be careful if I was you. Now that you broke her in, she might want a taste of some dark meat for comparison." "I can live with it," Johnny replied, "can you?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "Hey, you're the one into FREE love, right?" Johnny said, then turned and walked away, his hand possessively clasping his mother's rear over her denim skirt. Daphne giggling outrageously as he slipped a finger into her pussy from behind for John Jr.'s benefit. They didn't get more than twenty steps further when they were suddenly jumped upon as Johnny's own father tackled him, and started swinging wildly. "You son of a bitch!" John Jr. screamed, and threw a right cross that slammed into the side of Johnny's head knocking him out cold. It was dark again when the world swirled back into his vision. He found himself back inside of Daphne's tent, and he wasn't alone. "Thank God!" His father's young voice said. "I thought I'd killed you." "Are you alright?" That musical voice of his mother at 18 inquired. "I... I think so," Johnny said, and tried to sit up before the world started spinning madly around him again. "Hey! Take it easy," his father urged gently pushing him back down. "You could have a concussion." "I thought you said he wouldn't hurt a fly?" Johnny groaned as his mother's young face moved into view over top of him. "My father says even a cornered rat will strike out if you scare it enough. I also told you he was jealous." She actually snuggled up to John Jr. affectionately then. "Is that music I hear, or are the angels calling me?" Johnny asked then. "The concert started hours ago," his father replied, "looks like Woodstock is going to be an historical event." "Then what are you two doing in here missing it all?" Johnny inquired. "We're trying our honeymoon out for size," his father said with a smirk, and his mother had the sensibility to at least blush profusely, "if it works out we'll live together for a while as common law, and maybe then make it legal, and have some kids after I graduate from MIT." "Sounds like a plan," Johnny said, and tried again to get up, but much more slowly, and succeeded, "I guess I need to find some other tent to sleep in." "Use mine," his father insisted, "I owe you at least that much. Oh, and the brunette likes it ruff, and ready, but she downplays it. As if everybody already didn't know she was into kink." "Hmmm. Maybe I'll introduce her to Jimmy then," and they all snickered at that. "In any event I have to leave early tomorrow. I have something personal that needs attending to back home." "Well, I can't say that it's been an entire pleasure meeting you Joe," his father said taking his hand and shaking it, "but it has been interesting. I hope we meet again." "Oh, there's plenty of time, I'm sure we will. The wheel always goes full circle." The man who stood waiting in the basement as Johnny returned to his own time period, and home had a little of that old cocky arrogant look in his eyes, even if surrounded by many wrinkles. His father once again putting out his hand, now withered, and gnawed by age. "Welcome home... Joe."

[the-royal-taster]

Parc: Mother's Day Brunch

Mother’s Day, the biggest brunch day of the year. You can plan on any brunch spot being crowded and busy so a reservation is always in order for this particular day. That was the case at Parc, yet with the reservation made in advance, we were seated immediately despite the seemingly capacitized restaurant. Parc (formerly the Fountain Bistro), located in the center of Campus Martius, opened within the last year with a new design which included full floor to ceiling, retractable windows that allow for a full view of Campus Martius park, fountain, beach in the summertime, ice skating in the wintertime and of course some exceptional people watching. A perfect spot for a leisurely brunch. Of course, being the holiday that it was, you have to plan on a leisurely brunch when the staff are already running themselves ragged to satisfy the demands of so many. Translation: don’t hold it against them if your libation takes a little longer to arrive at your table.

The beverage options featured the ever popular concept of building your own bloody Mary as well as the apparent trend of building your own mimosa. They also offered a few alternative cocktails from the bar which seems to be my preference lately. I began with a cocktail that sounded fun and refreshing. The Parc Spring Tea with Stoli Raspberry, lemonade, Rose bitters (may have been another ingredient that I’m forgetting). The finished product was a little sweeter than I might have preferred but was fun to try something different, as always. As for Mom, she was hoping to get her hands on a chai latte. Our friendly server was only too​ happy to make this happen and returned with his personal attempt at her desired beverage which mom seemed to enjoy (possibly more because of his effort).

The food options ranged from an extravagant buffet that included everything from raw oysters to crafted pastries as well as elegant basics on the menu. I selected The Parc Omelette, a three egg omelette filled with pancetta, fire roasted tomato, rapini and goat cheese with an arugula salad on the side. Mom choose The Woodward Salad. Like something you’d see in a magazine, a lovely presentation of grilled chicken, pancetta, ricotta salata, grilled artichokes, hearts of palm and avocado, all perfectly lined up over chopped Romain, with an exotic tarragon/dill dressing.

Unfortunately our leisurely brunch ended with the reality of time constraints, sadly, we had to forgo dessert which sounded delectable but alas, we had to move on. The food, the sights, the service all made for an enjoyable time with Mom. Just wish she were closer to join on more of these food adventures but I’ll take what I can get.

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