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nachohypno · 5 years ago

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Nate and Dave Ch. 10

So… I have a boyfriend now.

My first boyfriend, huh. And he’s a werewolf. And according to him, we’re each other’s soulmate.

Lucky guy I am to have found my soulmate so quickly in my life, huh? And there’s people who say that high school romances won’t last. I mean… Anything could happen but he and I are made for each other or something like that?

Dave did seem a lot more affectionate know that we’re officially dating, and that’s pretty nice. He was driving towards my house, and I thought it would be pretty nice to have him at my place tonight. Our first night together as boyfriends, huh.

Sounds nice to think about it.

The jock couldn’t help but smile each time I looked at him, and again, he took any chance he had to stop the car and look at me with loving eyes.

“What?” I asked, as we were about to arrive at my house.

“N-Nothing, it’s just that…” He stopped talking for a while to concentrate on the road, and take the last turn. “I’m just so happy to be your boyfriend, bro”

Who would think that big mean Dave is actually a piece of cake on the inside? Bah, the soulmate bond made him act like this but I’m not going to complain, he’s still an amazing guy.

He stopped in front of my house and turned the car off. “You really want me to spend the night with you? I can give you space if you want, babe. You don’t have to feel forced to anything—”

“It’s still, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t want you around” I said, trying to give him my best smile to reassure him.

Dave nodded, and we left the car. He ran around it and stopped next to me, then placed his arm around my shoulder, but this time he managed to control his strength to avoid putting extra pressure on my body.

He was getting better at controlling himself, huh!

We entered my house, and walked straight to my room. House alone again, we had to make the most of our time together.

The puppy boy followed me with a dumb grin, probably waiting for me to say something to him. He came a while ago, but I could tell by his bulge that he was horny and out for another round already.

“What do you wanna do, bruh?” Dave asked, after we entered in my room. I closed the door behind me, for safety reasons, and walked up to him. The jock was incredibly excited, and his eyes darted around with much more energy than he usually seemed to have.

This had become a habit for me by now, with Dave around a lot of the time at my room or myself going with Dave to his place and spending the night. It was a nice thing, and I felt like it wouldn’t get old soon. It would probably be easier at university…

I did have an urge to tell him to strip all his clothes and just stay there for me to admire him. It was weird, but at the same time, it wasn’t? I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like a dominant side of me just appeared lately and I was okay with it.

It’s not like an urge to mistreat Dave or hurt him, but more like use my bond with him for more… close action, if that makes sense?

I did feel a bit bad for using him like that while he declared his love for me, again. But at the time it was like something natural to do. Like it was right for me to play with my puppy boy.

“Uhm… Wanna play for a while?” I said, nervousness returning to my voice.

“Say no more” He grabbed me from the back and the legs and lifted me. Then, Dave carried me over to my bed, and softly left me on the edge. After that, the jock kneeled in front of me and held his hands like a pleading puppy, looking up at me with his tongue lolling out.

“I meant the ps4 but… this’ll work too. Just like when the day we met…” I whispered, looking down at him and softly caressing his face. He looked really cute when he was zoned out like this. “Hey boy, paw” I said, holding my hand out for him.

The jock placed his own hand on top of mine. I grabbed it and pulled him closer “Geez, you’re heavy…!” I mumbled, trying to move him to lay down with me. He seemed to hear me out, because his body suddenly started to be as easy to move as a big rag doll. “Oh… that’s better. Thanks, puppy boy”

“I really gotta have better control of my weight, babe. My mind just gets sorta fogged when we speak and I just want to be your good puppy boy, so that messes me up a bit” He managed to say, before starting to pant with his tongue out. He was really happy, that part was obvious.

“It’s okay, alpha pup. Just relax and rest for a while, alright?” I kissed his forehead before getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed “…And sleep, can you do that for me?”

He nodded with excitement, before quickly dozing off. “Anything for… youu… bruh…”

He’s amazing, I’ll give you that. I’ve never had a boyfriend before and I’m really nervous about this, but at the same time it’s not like I have any choice on the matter. He’s my soulmate, I love him and he loves me too. Yeah, he’s sort of… forced to do it via some weird supernatural thing, but it’s not a bad supernatural thing.

He enjoys it, according to him.

I sighed. ‘This is too much to think about. Werewolves? Real. Soulmates? Also real. A werewolf claiming that I’m his soulmate, and me falling in love with him some days afterwards? Triple real.

I mean, it wasn’t a real game changer. When Dave revealed his werewolf nature, it was a really unexpected thing. How can you ever expect a classmate who has been around for probably a year and a half and never talked to you to declare his love for you, multiple times, after he smells you while passing by?

I looked at Dave, who was snoring as he slept on my bed. The guy is perfect. He’s handsome, has amazing powers, every girl or gay dude would lust after his perfect frame, and a bright future ahead of him if he manages to enter the NFL.

‘I’m doing good so far’ I told myself, reassuring me that being with him was the right thing to do. I loved him, after all. And according to his Mr. Walker, if I broke Dave’s heart it could be devastating for the poor werewolf jock. I didn’t want that to happen, and god bless my head for making me fall over for the alpha puppy.

In reality, Dave was improving a lot with his studies in such a short time. If he keeps going like this, he’ll also get good chances of going to a really nice university.

My grades are good, mostly because I don’t like social reunions to spend the time at, so I either play games all day or study for fun. It’s a nice habit I’ve developed over the years, and always thought it was something nice to have.

My diverse interests in different careers proved it, I had a love for learning and I can’t get enough of it. Let it be enemy attack patterns or strategies for videogames or how to build a bird’s house for the garden, if I don’t feel lazy and have the time to do it, I’ll do it.

My friends seemed to adapt very well to the idea of me and Dave being closer these days, even after meeting less than two weeks ago.

Dave’s friends… Almost all of them, including his ex-girlfriend, seem to be pretty amazing! I still have to personally meet the football team without dying on the inside, but Leslie was a start, right?

“Hey, puppy boy?” I said, softly tapping his shoulder.

He opened his eyes, quickly. Oh, that was faster than I expected. “Yeah, bruh?” He sounded sleepy, but not zoned out at all. He wasn’t in a trance right now. I looked at my phone’s time, he’s been asleep for like 15 minutes now.

“How was that nap?” I asked, and Dave smiled at me.

“Honestly, I would’ve preferred to sleep with you. But being near you is enough for me to be happy, my love” He’s cheesy. He’s not like this normally, just for me.

But I liked it a lot. “Aww, such a cute puppy boy you are” I placed my hand near his ear, and he playfully started to move his head, probably wanting me to scratch his sweet spot again.

I did just that, and he started with that motor-like sound again. His blue eyes looked up at me with such adoration, like a dog looking at his owner. The varsity jacket around his torso made him look way cuter than he credited it.

“You’re simply amazing, bro” He said, then leaned in towards me to give me a quick smooch on the lips. “Something on your mind, or should we just cuddle like we always do?”

“Hmm… I was thinking we could play something on the ps4 but…”

“I mean; I love video games as long as I play with ya. Besides, I love beatin’ your beautiful ass in COD” He proudly interrupted me. Huh, so that’s how it’s going to be?

“But… why don’t we go take a walk instead?” I finished, getting up from the bed and walking over to the closet. I opened it and there was the dog leash, hanging beside a few belts.

After grabbing the leash, Dave got up and went to his school bag, grabbing the bowser collar and then moving over to me. “Where are we going today, babe? Oh, wait. I have to change into wolf form first, right? Gimme a sec”

But I shook my head. “I have something else in mind. It’s still quite early so… why don’t we go to the forest again?” I knew he loved the forest. I didn’t like being outside at night, but it was still sort of sunny outside so… Let’s make the most of the time, right?

The jock nodded, grabbing the leash from my hands and putting it alongside his collar inside his school bag.

I liked he wasn’t completely careless about his werewolf status and thought about hiding those things until we were completely alone at the forest. He’s smarter than he seems.

I went closer and gave him a long, nice kiss, which he seemed to enjoy a lot, before we walked outside of my room and headed to his car.

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The forest normally? Cold. Empty and scary. Especially now since it’s almost 6 p.m.

Dave probably loved this, and the god rays going through the leaves of the tall trees and illuminating the path was really nice to see.

I’ve never been a fan of camping, so it would probably be some time until I proposed something like spending the night at the forest with Dave. I felt safe with him though, so I really shouldn’t worry about little stuff like that?

“Arrived, should I change now?” Dave said, stopping the car near the usual spot. The nice part of the forest in fall/almost winter is that it’s actually really empty. People prefer hanging out at the cafeteria, the library or the park.

Staying at home isn’t a really bad idea neither, so it wasn’t weird to see a few of my classmates in social media posting pics while playing games or joking around with their friends.

Staying at home with Dave… It definitely was good, but we only played COD (Where he beats my ass) or cuddle and take long naps together. Not even having sex as a regular thing, since Dave still hadn’t fucked me. I also contemplated the possibility of fucking him too, but I couldn’t tell if he would like that.

At one side, he had to do everything I said without a chance of resisting, so he would be blissful about it. On the other side, Dave has stated that he’s not gay, so I’m really not absolutely sure if he really enjoys being with me, but then goes back to his old ‘I hate fags’ self.

Those little insecurities crossed through my mind multiple times a day, especially when I’m with him around. It’s definitely something I have to work on if I want this to work out for both of us.

I shook my head “Not now. I’ve got an idea, but let’s head to one of your safe spot first, puppy boy”

“A’ight, bruh” Then we left the car. He grabbed his bag, and I took a deep breath. I grew used to being here the last few days we’ve come together.

“Oh, and Dave?” Before he could turn towards me and ask me something, I finished with a “Could you turn into a werewolf?”

Just me ‘asking for it’ was enough, apparently. Dave nodded excitedly as he always does when I ask him for something, then stood still with his eyes zoned out.

I looked around, just to be sure we were alone, as Dave’s body changed drastically to his werewolf form. The snout was back, his eyes were bigger and his ears were on top of his head, like a normal wolf.

His body, now covered in fur, grew a few inches as usual. Curiously, his clothes seemed to be pushed to the limit, but he still seemed able to move freely without tearing them apart. And you could also see the shape of his abs and pecs on his shirt.

His bulge also grew a bit, and I poked it with a finger just to see if that would interrupt his transformation. Luckily, it didn’t, but Dave did let out a deep, little “Huhuhuh…” as the transformation continued.

A tail appeared on top of his butt, wiggling left and right rapidly, and his hands grew the wolf pads and nails once again.

A few seconds later, he blinked a few times, before looking at me with a caring smile that showed off a few of his fangs.

“What was that for, bro?” He asked, his voice way deeper than his usual dreamy jock voice. I liked it, but I preferred the old one, to be honest.

“Nothing important, just wanted to see you transforming again” I said, while caressing the spot now behind his wolf ears. ‘Wonder how the magic works to shift his audition system to the ears of the top after the human ears disappear’.

I would love to learn more about supernatural creatures, but I really doubt that’s a career you can follow once you join a university. It’s not like there’s a sort of Hogwarts out there for supernatural creatures, right? Would be funny if…

Hmm… Now that I think of it, it’s not really that impossible if there are actual supernatural creatures out there.

“Well, now that I’m in wolf form…” He reached out for his bag and grabbed the bowser collar. “Can we please go for a walk? It was really fun the last time!”

He broke me out of my thoughts, but it was alright. I liked last time too, although he wasn’t really in werewolf form. I wanted to see his wolf form in action, but it would

I nodded, and grabbed the collar from his hands as he straightened his neck for me to put it on him. I tried to buckle it on the usual spot so he could move freely without feeling too restrained.

After that was done, he passed me the leash from his bag and I attached it to the collar.

“Want me to carry you? I’d love to do that so you don’t get tired, bro” Aw, such a cute puppy.

“Nah, it’s alright. I should do some exercise too. Besides, I like having the leash of the situation” I said mockingly, as I lifted the hand with the hang of the leash.

The werewolf nodded “Yeah, well joke’s on you. I actually like when you have the leash”

I chuckled “Okay, puppy boy. C’mon, let’s do the walk before it gets dark and cold out here”

Dave didn’t complain, as we started walking away from the car and into the forest.

The only sound breaking the silence was our steps crushing brown leaves under our shoes, and Dave’s werewolf nose sniffing a lot, probably to recognize as many smells as he could?

We kept going like that for a good while, probably 15 minutes or so. It was relaxing, just us, together, walking in the forest like nothing mattered. Like a dog and his owner.

“Y’know, tomorrow’s the big game, bro. I know we’ve talked about this already but i’m not gonna force you to go and cheer me up.” He said, breaking the silence as he stopped walking and turned around to face me “I’d really appreciate it if you were there for me. Like, a lot, bro”

Dave grabbed my hand and moved it towards his chest, waiting for my answer while giving me puppy eyes.

“Pretty please? For me, bro? I’ll do anything you want afterwards, promise!” He insisted.

I smiled “Hey, the team is also sort of expecting me to be there, right?” He nodded “Then, if I want to help you with your plan of slowly coming out, wouldn’t it be easier if I helped you with that, as you originally planned?”

Werewolf Dave seemed mildly confused by the logic. He had a thoughtful expression and rubbed his snout a bit.

I softly pulled from the leash attached to his collar, breaking him from his train of thoughts. “Hey!” I pulled again, and he smirked “Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?” Then he got in four legs, clenched his knees, and jumped towards me.

I didn’t have enough time (Nor reaction skill) to avoid him. We fell to the ground, Dave on top of me with a blissful expression on his face. I looked at him, and he took the chance to lick my face just like a few days ago. It was like a big, way stronger than me-dog was trying to give me some love.

“Uh— Dave— Not— again…!” I tried to say, as he covered me with slobber once again. I managed to reach his sweet spot and started scratching it, making him stop licking my face immediately and getting off me, rolling to the side with his arms and legs extended and his tongue lolled out.

I cleaned my face with my sleeve and sat beside him. Then, I started rubbing his belly like I would to a real dog before he could go back to licking my face. “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy, David?” I said with a childish voice.

“I am! I am a good boy, bro!” He responded, panting. “I’m your good boy!” His leg was kicking the air as I rubbed his belly and I honestly found that adorable.

“Oh, really?” He got up and kneeled in front of me, nodding rapidly with his tongue still lolling out, and still panting. “Let’s see… roll!”

He did as I said, his tongue going back inside of his mouth as he laid down on the floor and started rolling like a dog, just like he dared me to do a few days ago. ‘Sweet revenge’ I thought, as I remembered that little moment.

“Talk!” I ordered him, and then Dave stopped rolling and got back on his knees, holding his ‘paws’ out while barking. “Good boy! Now, chase your tail!”

He got in four legs, and looked behind him. He growled at the tail behind him and started barking as he tried to catch it.

His tail, however, didn’t seem amused by Dave’s attempts to catch it. So, the puppy boy was struggling a lot with following that order. But it was alright, he was an amazing puppy boy.

“I was joking! You can stop now!” I said, before he hurt himself or anything.

Dave got back to kneeling in front of me, waiting for any other command. ‘Just one more thing won’t hurt, right?’ I thought, as I grabbed a fallen branch on the ground. I showed it to Dave, and he followed it with his eyes as he panted in excitement. “You want it, boy? Go get it!”

I threw the branch towards a nearby tree with some flowers on its base. The werewolf ran after it with a lot of determination, before stopping on his tracks in front of the tree.

Confused after he kept staring the flowers, I walked up to him and asked “What’s wrong, puppy boy?” wondering what was going on.

“Nothing, bro” He said, still very focused on the flowers. He broke out of the puppy role by now, going back to the big handsome jock. He leaned in and audibly smelled the flowers. “It’s just… Wolfsbane, can’t touch that”

Hmm… I remember hearing about it. But Dave seemed to notice my puzzled face, so he proceeded to explain it to me. “It’s a toxic plant, bro. I’ve seen it a few times, the bitch grows in a lot of places, even when internet claims it only grows in mountains”

He threw a look of hate to the plant, before covering one of his hands with the sleeve of the varsity jacket, and slowly getting closer to it. Then, he grabbed the stick I just threw and passed it to me. “Here. The smell is really bad, so let’s just move away from it and grab another stick, a’ight?”

I was mildly surprised that he found another way of fulfilling my order of ‘Go get the stick’, even when it was surrounded by dangerous plants.

I nodded, throwing the stick away before grabbing the hang of the leash again and walking with him to another part. “Are you alright?” I asked him, as we walked in complete silence. I was sort of hoping him to tell me a dark story about wolfsbane and him but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah, sorry. Got lost in thoughts there. That shit’s smell is really awful, bro. Makes me wish I didn’t have heightened smell!” He finished with a deep laugh.

“It’s alright, we can keep playing at another place. Would you like that, puppy boy?”

He looked at me, excitement coming back to him. “Yeah! Can’t wait to catch that branch this time! I love you so much for playing with me, bro!” Huh, he really takes any chance he has to tell me he loves me.

Not gonna complain though, I really loved it.

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It was already after school of the next day, and I was nervous, as always.

Is it weird to say that I’ve never been at a football game during my whole life? I don’t think so.

High school football games aren’t mandatory (Luckily) but our professors encourage us to attend to keep our school spirit as high as possible. And honestly I’ve never noticed how many people were into this thing.

Lots of parents and families walked over to the football field, as the bus from today’s rival team parked near our school.

A bunch of “BOOOOOS” Could be heard from the people as they passed beside the bus.

“Hey nerd” Someone said behind me. I turned around, hoping to see my good playful puppy boy. But instead, I was greeted by Butch’s frown.

I looked around, searching for my knight in shining armor as Butch took a step closer to me. I was surrounded by people, he wouldn’t be so stupid to try something against me in public, right?

“Hey Butch—” I tried to say, but he interrupted me right away.

“Listen, I don’t want any of your shenanigans” What the hell was he talking about? He’s the one who approached me. “I’ve talked with my bro last night, and even if I still think you’ve made some weird fag shit to him, we’ve reached an agreement”

Huh, that was interesting. “What was it about?”

“The game” He explained, looking around and lowering his voice. “You probably have a lot of options for universities, being a nerd and all that. Wouldn’t be surprised if you even clung to that lgbt shit to get free benefits”

That was pretty rude, and I was sort of amazed how he managed to turn his attempt of an explanation to a way of insulting me. “But me and a few mates from my team know that we’ll only get an scholarship if we play like gods during this last year. So, big D and I talked yesterday and teamed up again, like things were before you showed up”

“It’s not like I really did anything, you could just try and chill out a bit” I said, getting a little fed up by his asshole behavior.

He clenched his fist and took another step closer, but then backed again and relaxed “Don’t be so cocky, I ain’t gonna hold back when my bro is done with playing around with ya”

I gulped, then nodded. “If that was all, I think you should head over to the locker room. Your team should be waiting for you” I replied, pretty coldly. He gave me a rough pat on the shoulder before beginning to walk away. “And good luck on the field!” I said, after he took a few steps away, heading to the school.

I couldn’t tell if he heard me or anything, until he gave me the middle finger without looking back. ‘Geez, what a dickhead’ I thought, as someone else patted my shoulder again.

“I hope he wasn’t too aggressive with you, bro. We’ve chatted last night and—” I turned around and found Dave, his hair was a big messier than usually and he had a gym bag. He looked nervous, but also really excited. And I wondered if he ran out of the gym before coming here.

“I know, he told me about it. He was… decent, I guess” I shrugged it off, it’s not like I care about Butch anyway. I forgot how it was being afraid of a jock, probably because of all the time I was spending with the werewolf now.

“Wish I could kiss you right now, for good luck” Dave said, scratching the back of his head. I noticed he was blushing, and looked around a lot.

I grabbed his hand, and ran towards the side of the school’s main building. No one seemed to be around here, so it was a safe place. “Anyone around, puppy boy?”

He looked around, and I noticed he seemed to be pointing his ears as he moved his head to face other parts of the building. “Nope, we’re safe here” but before I could do anything, he was the one who kissed me.

I kissed him back, happy to give him the ‘good luck kiss’ he wanted. He pulled away quickly, probably to avoid drawing attention.

“Thanks, bruh. I’ll do my best to win that game for you, don’t wanna disappoint the love of my life while you’re watching me out there” He said, blushing a bit and looking away nervously. He seemed really worried about this.

I caressed his face, then quickly reminded myself that we’re on public and then patted his shoulder. He seemed confused about this, but I decided to speak before things got more confuse.

“You should go to the locker room too. The rivals just arrived so it’s only a matter of time until the game begins”

Dave seemed a bit disappointed, but agreed with me “Yeah… I was just making time to be around you a bit more. You’re just so handsome that I couldn’t resist, bruh” He said, before looking at the field’s direction.

“It’s okay, I know you’ll do great, big alpha guy” I gave him another pat “C’mon, it’s going to start in any moment and you still don’t have your uniform on”

He nodded, before giving me a quick smooch on the cheek. “Gonna need more luck, but I’m not going to disappoint you, bro!” Then he ran off to the locker room.

I walked back to the front of the school, and noticed Sam standing near the entrance. I walked over to him, wondering if the president had a special seat or something at the bleachers.

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The game was over, and as I suspected, we won.

The rival team played fair, I guess. I don’t really know how football works, but the local team didn’t seem too mad while they played.

Dave was as amazing as I’ve seen during the practice after we’ve first met. And being in the bleachers, barking like a crazy dog each time our team did something great felt pretty awesome. Again, I couldn’t tell when that happened so Dick had to give me a Football 101 class as the match played out.

He also noted how good my puppy boy was at the game, moving with perfect agility and trying to synchronize himself with his teammates capabilities, rather than them being able to catch up with him. “I really don’t like your friend, but hell if he’s a great player. Looks like the Messi of American football, just dumber and not really likeable”

“He’s been trying to be nicer lately. It was nice when… you know, I stopped being afraid of him. Not being worried about having your head slammed to a table is nice” I said, trying to ease him into the thought of me dating Dave. If that ever happened to come up at the chat.

“I know you and ‘im have been… closer lately. I’m not going to give ya the usual shit of ‘be careful’ and bla bla bla. Just be honest, is somethin’ happenin’ between you two?” Dick looked at me, not with a worried face but more like a curious stare. Like he was trying to figure out what was on my mind.

I nodded slowly as we both got up from our seats and started walking out of the field. “Don’t tell anybody, alright?”

He made a movement like he was zipping his mouth, and said “Your secret is safe, lil’ bruh. He’s your first… thing, right?” I nodded again “Then hell, just enjoy and have a great time. Don’t worry about other fuckers meddling in if he really chose you to explore his sexuality or whatever”

It was nice to hear that from a friend. Although he did sound sort of dismissive, and he disappeared into the crowd before I could answer. That was great though, because I had the intention of going to congratulate my boyfriend.

The football team was still on the field, doing victory dances while the more mature guys chatted with the rival team, saying stuff like ‘It was a good game, you guys rocked out here’, trying to be nice winners.

I honestly preferred Dave’s approach to winning, he was howling to the sky a lot and yelling “HELL YEAH! WE WOOOOOOOON!” but it was probably because I knew that howling was a natural thing for him. The rival team just stared at him with hatred in their eyes, while trying to stablish a chat with the members of the local team that were actually interested in not winning but having fun.

It was clear that Dave never got that lesson from Disney during his childhood.

I waited for him and the team to leave the field, hoping I could catch him before heading home, but he suddenly started sniffing the air and looked in my direction.

I blushed, and remained there. He gave me a wink before making a showing me the palm of his hand, probably telling me to stop here and wait for him.

A few minutes later, the jocks from both teams left the field. The local team went back to the locker room to get changed and shower, while the rival team went to their bus, back to their own town.

Dave approached me before heading to the locker room and quickly said “Did you watch the game, bro? How was I?!”

He probably still had a lot of adrenaline, but he did play amazingly. “Very great job out there, big guy!” I answered him, after checking out we were effectively alone. There were a few parents about to leave the scene so it was me and him all by ourselves.

He seemed proud of my answer, and held his chest out. “Hey, my team wants to go celebrate to a dinner and eat a lot of burgers but…” He placed his big hand on my cheek, softly moving his thumb around. “I’d really rather celebrate just with you, my love”

I smiled “Sure. I actually have an idea for a reward. I didn’t want to say it before, to avoid making you… you know, play harsher with your powers, hah. But why don’t we go to my room again? I think you’ll really like this idea” I whispered, just in case anyone was near enough to hear us.

Dave’s eyes showed more excitement than before, and he nodded frantically. “Give me a few minutes! Gotta return the school’s armor before heading out and I’ll drive us there!”

He waited for me to nod, before running away at an impressive speed. As I said, I waited for him and he came back with his gym bag and his varsity jacket, ready to go.

It looked like the puppy boy wanted to lift me up and run at all speed towards my house, but he tried to contain himself pretty well.

This was going to be amazing.

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Back at my place, I knew mom would be out for at least one or two hours more.

Dave seemed like a beast doing the best he could to contain himself. He anxiously tapped the car’s wheel every time we reached a traffic light, and he ran out of the car and locked it with his key as soon as I stepped out.

He could perfectly grab me, break my house’s door with a kick, then do a long shot with me to upstairs just so save up more time, but I don’t think the big guy would do that because I could end up hurt.

Once in my room, he almost ripped off all of his clothing. Luckily, almost. I was impressed by this energy boost he was having, even more since we were about to… do the dirty a few days ago, and he didn’t seem nearly as excited as he was now.

Probably because he had an awful day back then? Today must have been a rush because of the football game. Classes were pretty vague already with most of the professors rambling and letting us free class time to do other works or just chill out before the game.

“Ready for action, bro!” He said, striking a pose in all his naked glory. His hard cock was twitching and leaking a bit of pre already.

I took my time and fully undressed in front of him. He followed every movement I did with cautious precision, like a predator looking over for his prey. If he was in werewolf form at the moment, I bet he would stick his tongue out at every moment.

I walked towards him, only separated by a few inches. He leaned in and kissed me in a sort of nice way, as he always did. A few times, he would break the kiss and breath quite heavily. “Uh… I’m really horny now, bro… Do you… do you really want it? I’m not going to force you to—“

“Yeah,” I interrupted him before he started with the usual ‘You’re the boss here’ speech. “Yeah, let’s get on with this”

He nodded, and lifted me up from the floor. The horny werewolf walked over to my bed and gently left me on top of it, facing my mattress. “Never rimmed a guy before” He said, chuckling nervously “Can’t be too different from a chick’s ass”

I let out a little sigh, trying to relax myself, as Dave pushed my butt cheeks and started licking my hole.

It felt weird.

I mean, it felt kind of good, I guess? But also knowing that his tongue was doing that… I think I would have preferred if he just spat on his hand and inserted his fingers, like I saw on some videos. Too late to back out now, right?

Dave was the expert on sex so… he knows how to make it hurt less, I assume.

After a few minutes doing that, the jock got up and walked towards his gym bag. I moved to look at him, and noticed he took out a condom from one of the bag’s pockets. “You always carry condoms around?” I asked, honestly curious.

The werewolf shrugged “I’m always up for having sex, have that in mind” He replied, with a wink.

‘I’ll do, don’t worry’ I thought, as he ripped the condom’s envelope and placed the thing around his cock.

“Now, the important part…” He started in a really serious voice, getting in position behind me. I could feel him aligning his cock to have a clear entrance to my ass “If it hurts, or you’d like to make any request, don’t hold back. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will, and you’re my priority, bro”

Dave leaned in to kiss my back, then went up and kissed my neck softly. “Understood?” He finished, as I felt his cock pressing against my hole.

“Y-Yes, let’s do this already” I answered.

He chuckled, and kept giving me little kisses, probably to distract me. His cock was already sliding in. “God, you’re so tight…” He whispered near my ear “I love it…”.

I won’t lie, it felt good so far. Barely any pain at— OH, SON OF A BITCH!

‘It’s okay! I can handle it! It just hurts at the beginning!’ I told myself, as Dave finished going all the way in, and started thrusting in and out quite slowly at first.

The pain diminished little by little as he kept fucking my ass. I was worried his cock might be too big for my virgin ass, but it was good so far. I barely felt any pleasure though, it was just like a very weird thing.

And then, Dave touched the sacred spot. I let out a moan, and Dave said “Huh, good to know that”, probably referring that he just found my prostate. After that, it felt like heaven. The werewolf’s movements were perfect, and even if he barely moaned now, I could tell he was enjoying it.

I was tempted to order him to turn into a werewolf, but if his dick grew inside of me like it did when he transformed, I would probably be in a lot more pain that I was a few moments ago. And the condom would probably break too.

After a few more minutes of Dave fucking me, he pulled his cock out. Then, he turned me around with his impressive strength, and lifted me by the butt. I surrounded him with my legs, as he positioned me again on top of his cock and slowly made me go downwards on it.

Now we were facing each other as he fucked me, and we took the chance to make out, only interrupted by our moans from time to time.

This was amazing, he was amazing, everything was amazing.

“I could last all night if you wanted me to, bro…” He whispered, in between pants. Now that he mentioned it, I could feel myself getting closer to blowing a load. “Just tell me when you want me to cum, a’ight?”

I nodded, and he kept making me go up and down on his cock. The pain was long forgotten by now, and I felt it sliding perfectly in my hole.

Then, I came on top of him, as he sat down on my bed still holding on to me.

I was extremely disappointed by how quickly I came, but Dave’s cock still felt good inside of me. But…

“Cum” I told him, and he didn’t waste a second. His eyes unfocused for a bit, as his cock exploded inside of my ass. Afterwards, we both fell on my bed, facing each other.

His cock was still inside of me, and I was sure he would get hard again if I ordered it.

But my first time had been amazing so far, so maybe this was enough for today?

Dave smiled at me, leaning in to give me a kiss. I kissed him back, wondering how could I live so far without this beefcake around. Everything was so different unlike two weeks ago, where I would look forward to senior year ending so I could stop hiding from the mean big jocks.

“I love you…” Dave whispered after the kiss was over, looking at me with adoration in his eyes. “I hope I did good during your first time”

And now, I didn’t want it to end at all. Everything was so perfect right now.

“It was, puppy boy. Thanks for it… and I love you too” I managed to say, glad that my stutter didn’t ruin the moment. And glad that I had a werewolf soulmate.

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sole-cuore-amore-e-droga · 6 years ago

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Tel Aviv 2019: Straight outta United Kingdom to Eurovision with a blatantly non-blatant Melodifestivalen reject

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Yes, obviously, Eurovision: You Decide might as well be the safest NF to ever exist. We get that you don’t want to even try, the UK, but can you please act like you’re not in Big 5 for a year and ATTEMPT to try your hardest with the song??? I doubt that, despite SuRie’s bubbliness, “Storm” would’ve pulled numbers if it were in semi, unless the anti-neo-Nazi stage invader were to butt-in there and people would then send sympathy televotes the Brits’ way or something. Unsatisfying. (The man, that is.)

And so we have gotten another safe as ever British entry this year, performed by an excited personality that got a side-dish song and now is tasked to sell the side-dish as greatly as he’s possibly able to - the first season of All Together Now winner, Michael Rice! The dish is “Bigger than Us” and I’m neither glad nor sad the song has not enough factor to eat up Michael as a whole if it’s that much BIGGER. Not even the fact that it’s a Melodifestivalen reject (yes, the title IS correct, one of the song’s co-writers, whom I’ll name later, has possibly said it at some point, and he couldn’t keep it to himself anymore so he sent it over to another country!) could help this poor number out.

If you strip the singer off, you just get a stereotypical Eurovision-y ballad you overhear when scavenging through foreign NF catalogues, wondering which kind of rent-a-songwriter-program person contributed to it. Well John Lundvik (yes THAT one) doesn’t sound like THAT kind of name you’d hear when you think of songwriters of such shtick but Laurell Barker is, so there you go. These are just the two masterminds behind this one, as there are more but icr their names and honestly idc to.

And there’s nothing wrong about these typical ESC NF shlocks. Only when you’re young and dumb enough to enjoy these kind of songs, but I had to unfortunately grow up and see just how “useful” they are... n’t. I mean, it’s great for the artists whose big dream is to taste Eurovision and NOT as a backing singer, but most of the time the singers that get these songs can’t even slightly relate to what they sing, and thus we get people like Bishara entering Melodifestivalen and Isaiah entering Eurovision.

Maybe Michael did get to experience the kind of love that’s BIGGER than him and his partner, idk. I certainly don't want to bother asking him. And frankly, it's only me overthinking this issue, because ain't nobody in the world really got time for that, definitely. Well, at least the relationship’s going on nice! (except for when Mike sings “‘cause I can heare the universe when I’m feeling you breathe”... spooky. o.I)

Anyway, time to get to talk more about the song. It's actually not THAT bad, just a little too typical and unextraordinary, where in the current times the Eurovision has to not be predictable in sound and to excite the viewer with... well, anything that can excite anyone. Be it the visuals OR the song. OR both. What's so special about "Bigger than Us" that can keep the viewer on toes? Probably just that keychange. I wish there were more things about it but not every commentator out there would have enough time to let them people know Michael works in a waffle shop, let alone the time that "HE WON A TALENT SHOW'S FIRST SEASON BUT THE SHOW ISN'T THE X FACTOR OR THE VOICE ZOMFG!!". Let alone people even listen to any Eurovision commenting these days, lol. It might be a charming little piece for some people though, but I don't see them voting for people selling their songs vocally much more than songs that draw in viewers with different ways. It's just a standart talent show winner song for a standart talent show winner that sounds like it's slightly too stuck in the mid-to-late-00s-early-10s rather than the 90s, which is warm and cool and all, but it's likely gonna not do the cool lad Michael the justice he'd need, just like SuRie's song for SuRie. Mayhaps a top 20-ish, or, in Lucie's case, even a top 15, is possible (although it's mostly thanks to the juries - they're the only ones eating up big voice ballads. And anything Maltese. And anything Australian. And anything Swedish... that only represents Sweden. Sorry Lukas Meijer), but when the British optimism levels are set in a deep deep ditch by default every year when the BBC comes with their platter of choices for EYD, what else could be there to raise them up after even Lucie hasn't done that amazing enough for everyone to believe that the UK are capable more than just always finishing last with 0 every year? Of course, a better than average song, but does BBC care about even pulling one out of a songwriting camp? These kind of songs are too shite for their taste, apparently, so with songs they send like these, it's probably yet another meander-er.

Which is a shame, because once again, it's not bad. It's just too plain Jane for Eurovision anymore. It's like everyone dressed up gorgeously for Miss Universe's National Costume event and you went with a cheap-ish designer dress that is decorated by small details that are notoriously known as the country's symbols just to count as something "national". It's like everyone brough their best baked (and dare I say extreme) dish to a dish competition and you only brought in a nice looking baked cod and circled the fries around it. It's like a prom night where everyone dresses casually and you come up all in a dull olive colored jacket and jeans with torn out knees. There might be something hidden in its niceness that can conquer (nice piano, nice chords, nice vocals, nice chorus, nice song formula, nice choir, nice keychange, nice message)... but with everything too nice, it just feels like that the UK are not feeling like getting a 'nice' result. Unless there's something that can make Michael do a 'male Lucie' and launch it around the 14th-19th place at best, but...

And here's the section where I repeat myself some more of what I think of the song as a whole and chances as a whole:

Approval factor: Eh I'll probably have to approve this but only reluctantly somewhat, maybe because I felt positive on the first listen unlike these people who wanted UK to dare to do something else than safe... yeah lol

Follow-up factor: It’s rather marginably favourable song than SuRie’s and only because I like it despite its ‘blandness’. “Storm” is just a song that I don’t really care about. Provided Michael gives all out personality-wise though and the revamp’s not gonna suck balls (if there’s one), this is a decent step in a decent direction for the UK... hope Michael’s not getting stage-invaded by anti-Israel people!

Big 5 factor: Thanks to all this pre-partying kicking in heavily as I put out these reviews (and actually having finished), it turns out that Michael is one of those people that clearly works his hardest to sell this typical British averageness (like he sells his waffles), with his live being so decent enough he was thought of to be a perfect EYD winner this year, so, if he keeps building up his vocal strenghts and rehearses a lot (and stays well and such), he’s actually likely to at least achieve something above bottom 7! Yes, yes, John Lundvik is still the master that will beat his pupil in the end, but that wouldn’t seem that excruciating for the UK anymore if they happen to have a place that’s not bottom 3 or anything. Just for the Michael to do his utmost best out there, and if he does, the UK won’t be in an extremely bad position this year - just not a very high reacher, because at the end of the day there are more nations that run straight with their A-game and therefore continue leaving the common-appealers in the dust. Only Sweden (and Australia until 2018 or so) usually excels at their safeness. The others must outstand to survive. And to wrap things up on this factor section, imo the UK just meanders in the safeness for another year - but at least the good enough safeness that might even be able to qualify if it were sent by a semifinalist country! (apart Sweden ffs, of course Mr. Lundvik would qualify with this one if he kept it to himself, jeez)

NATIONAL FINAL BONUS

Thankfully EYD didn’t really stink this year, because of certain key factors:

• There’s always this one or two act(s) that acts like a saviour each year. Bianca and Dulcima (or Darline idk) from 2016, Holly and Salena from 2017, Asanda (and maybe Jaz? or even Raya??) from 2018 and... ponder no more, Kerrie-Anne’s got you covered in that spot! Her version of the two one’s of “Sweet Lies” was arguably the greatest possible choice for the NF (or, in this case, the “very least bad”, and eventhough it’s incredibly reminiscent of Sigala’s “Sweet Lovin’” (vocals provided by Bryn Christopher, who - controversial opinion - is probably my fave male singer of all time), which makes it “dated” (to a 2012-2014 pop radio degree, yes), it still was a bop that I’d want to dance to in rollerskates (if I had any!!) and spray the colourful smoke things that... well idk what it is but the said video of “Sweet Lovin’” demonstrates the action. Get back to me to let me know what’s that, anyone reading this. K-A lowkey underperformed though (just like Asanda from last year) but the bop remained AND she was rightfully included in the British televote’s superfinal trio! ^^

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• The hosts were, yet again, the ever-so-loveable comedienne of Lithuanian roots, Mel Giedroyc, and the witty-ass Eurovision 2015 winner Måns Zelmerlöw. The duo is charming as usual and delightful to see on the Beebs when there’s the Eurovision case. If I didn’t know him better I’d even say Måns is a native English speaker. When there’s at least the drought of the ever-so-good entries in an EYD, we can look back at the hosts provided us some entertainment we’ve probably been missing while trying to find some on those competing entries. My favourite moment throughout that evening was the “next up is” jokes, all randomly stringed together, all in one row - all of those “next ups” were so hilariously random (until one hit the point - I think it was something about adverts or another performance being next up).

• The postcards were lovely too. With the format of EYD upgraded to make it as a three-song duel between two different versions of each one and the juries deciding on the best one for each (one vote per version), we got to see some nice friendships over there (I mean, a postcard for two people who did duel over whose version is the best - they had to listen and compliment each others’ versions) and some nice things the artists said themselves on separate postcards. Like the time when the only band of the competition of the year’s, MAID, named Buranovskiye Babushki as one of their girlband idols (a ‘so random yet glorious‘ answer) and the victorious Michael confessing that he’s “never been to Tel(iv) Aviv”... that’s true Michael, I believe ya. You’ve so never been there that ou struggle to even say it right! Not to mention that the postcard setups were cozy, too.

• Can we all just kind of agree that at least the jury for EYD made THE BEST CHOICES POSSIBLE??? I mean, yeah, it’s a biT cruel they’re the ones to choose the superfinalists without the audience’s interference, but they still made the best choices possible, at least imo. Anisa’s “Sweet Lies” was a godawfully dreary sex slow-jam (no really, I can’t not imagine a scenario where you can’t use it anywhere other than a sex scene in a movie, or a steamy hot shower scene. Call me crazy-minded but it’s true), MAID’s “Freaks” was godawfully too creepy, strange and unbearable, and Holly Tandy’s “Bigger than Us”... well... while much more chill and way less overbearing (also with not enough “BIGGER” memes potential), it would have probably not stood out all that much - just written off as a Kygo remix rented for a cheap price of half a pound (but still co-written by John Lundvik though!!). So thanks to Rylan and the other two for picking the superfinalists reasonably, unlike A Dal jurors this year. It still wrenches my gut whenever I think about it, ugh.

• What even would be an appearance of Måns if he didn't try to remind y'all of his enthusiasm for Eurovision. No one really cares he won Eurovision 4 years ago, if anything, I dread that he's only being remembered as the "male singer guy of Love Love Peace Peace song" by the newer fans. At least Pepperidge Farm I remember how Måns really wanted to get to Eurovision (even if he didn't participate in that many Melodifestivalen editions). So in this year's EYD he went all out to be a part of the Eurovision best (British?) songs medley (and we got Katrina and the Waves later in the show, performing the nation's last winning hit, 22 years later... and that wasn't even a fully British-branded win, if yanno what I mean!), and it's all courtesy of the Melodifestivalen's best known scriptwriter and an occasional Eurovision commentator (and Melodifestivalen's narrator too), Edward af Sillén. Or at least I remember it being written that he has written some stuff for Måns to do in EYD, IDK. Eitherway, it was kind of a fun thing, the interlude. Just remembering all the nice Eurovision entries out there, even including Gina G (whose ESC entry was also sung by another person in another NF whose review will be up next I suppose!).

• Heyyyyy, wasn’t it all kinds of nice to see SuRie doing an interval act and a reprise of her own run-of-the-mill entry “Storm”? I applaud her of doing a tremendous piano rendition of it, with even singing some notes a little higher than in the actual song. Maybe THAT version could have done so much better in Lisbon - showing off SuRie’s vocal decency, intimacy and... idk about the intruder part, hopefully he’d have had no way to wrestle the mic out of SuRie’s hands that time. At least SuRie had just enough support from Eurofans to be wanted to represent the UK one more year in a row, with a special EYD designed for her, where the songs could be mostly composed by her and not by the useless songwriting camp. While it’s a nice idea for some British and non-British people to get to know each other on these camps, the end results barely end up satisfying because the artists barely get involved in the songs they’re singing - not even a song line, not even a hum of contribution! Why can’t you at least take examples from German songwriting camps... (except for the time “Sister” was invented, that one could have been a perfect contribution for an EYD (not necessarily in this year’s format but still)

All in all, this may seem like an improvement of things, but I still am really hoping that BBC will give into a decent internal selection... afterall there are good names that are down to do Eurovision and didn’t even say it will harm their ‘reputation’ (*cough* Paloma Faith *cough* Hurts), and yet BBC refuses them somehow, not thinking that Eurovision is more than just a SONG contest (while ironically not even having their songs sounding THAT ‘great’, oops)? Or at least reformat EYD big time and make it exciting a la Australia Decides is (you know you suck when even your colony does better NFs than you). For now, I’ll just grit my teeth and nicely wish Michael Rice all the best in Tel(iv) Aviv. You’ll need it, chap! And in secret I hope that you’ll get it xx

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Jack The Ripper

Serial Killer Files, 6

Famous for terrorizing the area of Whitechapel, London in the 1880s, Jack The Ripper, also referred to as the Whitchapel Murderer, was a serial killer who was well known for his atrocious killings performed in a signature style. Despite leaving behind trails of dismembered and gruesome bodies, the notorious serial killer was careful never to leave anything behind that could expose his identity. To this day, the world’s most notorious serial killer, Jack the Ripper, is a mysterious and unidentified individual who has baffled investigators for years and continues to haunt history.

While evidence has lead many to believe that Jack the Ripper has killed only five people, now known as the canonical five, the Ripper himself claims to have taken the lives of up to 11 women. All five of the canonical victims were prostitutes, due to the living conditions and economical status of the Whitechapel district where it was not uncommon for women to turn to prostitution as a means of survival. Prior to modern day intrigue, Jack the Ripper was also extremely infamous during his reign of terror in Whitechapel, London. At the tine, literacy rates were increasing and the public became morbidly fascinated with The Ripper, constantly reading about him in newspapers. The public was so angry at the failed attempts to identify the killer that the home secretary and police commissioner were pressured into resigning.

With the scene set, the timeline of the killings that had the public completely immersed in Jack The Ripper will now be discussed. Due to the possible falsehood of the 11 alleged victims that The Ripper claimed to have killed, only the five canonical victims will be covered.

August 21, 1888: The first victim of the infamous serial killer occurred at 3:40 AM, the body of Mary Ann Nichols was found in Buck’s Row in Whitechapel. The body was found by Charles Cross while he was walking along Buck’s Row with a man named Robert Paul who called for police. Mary Ann Nichols’ body had a severe slash through the throat and she was disemboweled. It was determined that she only been dead for half an hour, which likely meant the killer was still nearby when Charles Cross found the body.

September 8, 1888: The body of Annie Chapman was found at 29 Hanbury Street. Her body was found by an elderly resident named John Davis. Chapman’s throat was sliced open and her womb was missing. The divisional police surgeon at the time, a man named Dr. George Baxter Phillips, proposed that the killer had anatomical knowledge due to the precision in which the womb was removed. This lead to the first clue - the killer was most likely a doctor, or at the very least, possessed a basic level of anatomical knowledge.

September 27, 1888: Central News Agency receives a letter from the supposed killer. It read, “Dear Boss, I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they won’t fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and shant quick ripping them ‘till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now? I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with, but it went thick like glue and I can’t use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope. Ha. Ha. The next job I do I shall clip the lady’s ears off and send to the police officer just for jolly wouldn’t you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work then give it out straight. My knife’s so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good luck. Yours truly, Jack the Ripper. Don’t mind giving the trade name wasn’t good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands. Curse it. No luck yet. They say I’m a doctor now. Ha. Ha.”

This letter wasn’t released to the public until October 1, 1888. Many believe that this was just a letter fabricated by a journalist but the letter was released to newspapers anyway. The public stuck with the name “Jack the Ripper”, and from that point on, it became the famous nickname for the most notorious serial killer of all time.

September 30, 1888: Just 3 days later, at 1:00 AM, the body of Elizabeth Stride was found on Berner Street by a man named Louis Diemschutz. Only Stride’s throat was slit, leading police to believe that the killer was interrupted when Diemschutz approached. It was concluded that she had been dead for just half an hour when examined at 1:15 AM. Horrifyingly, just 45 minutes after the discovery of Elizabeth Stride’s body, another body was found in Mitre Square, just west of Berner Street. Catherine Eddowes, was the second victim that same night. Eddowes’ uterus and left kidney were removed and her face was severely mutilated and disfigured. Most disturbing, is the close proximity of the killings in both time and location, which very clearly presented the arrogance and brazenness of the killer.

Somewhere between the two sites of the murders, the killer dropped one of the few solid clues that investigators and police would discover: a piece of Catherine Eddowes’ apron. The vital clue was found by Alfred Long on the doorway of an apartment on Goulston Street, just east of the Eddowes murder site. Written with red chalk was a message on the apron that read, “The Juwes are the men that will not be blame for nothing”, a sign of anti-antisemitism that was popular during that time. However, it’s not the message that was most perplexing, but the direction in which the apron was found. Goulston Street was east of the Eddowes murder sight, meaning the apron was dropped when the killer was going in direction of the Stride murder site. This unusual decision meant the brazen killer was willingly entering an area that was packed with police officers and witnesses. This might mean that the killer lived in the East London area, which might explain the motive for entering such a dangerous situation.

Later, police receive a postcard dated “October 1, 1888″ from someone claiming to be Jack the Ripper, with similar handwriting. It read, “I was not codding, dear old Boss, when I have you the tip. You’ll hear about Saucy Jacky’s work tomorrow. Double event this time. Number one squealed a bit, couldn’t finish straight off had not the time to get ears for police. Thanks for keeping last letter back till I got to work again. Jack the Ripper.”

While it has not been confirmed, many sources state that this letter was received the morning directly after the two murders. If this is true, it would mean that none of the public knew about the double killings and couldn’t have possibly written the letter, leaving only the actual killer to have sent it.

November 9, 1888: On the ninth of November, the final canonical victim, Mary Kelly, was found at 13 Millers Court in her bed by her landlord’s assistant. Her body was “skinned down” and disemboweled. The landlord described the state of the body as, “The sigh that we saw I cannot drive away from my mind. It looked more like the work of a devil than of man.”

With the five canonical victims dead, the timeline is now concluded. These are the events that follow.

Police began to gather eyewitness testimonies of the monstrous man. From these interrogations, a rough visual description can be envisioned. Jack the Ripper allegedly appeared to be between 25-35 years old, roughly 5′5″ - 5′7″, stocky, with a fair complexion and a mustache and was seen dressed in a dark overcoat and dark hat. His overall alleged description was said to be, “perfectly sane, frighteningly normal, and yet capable of extraordinary cruelty.”

Having presented the timeline of the letters, clues, and five canonical victims, a list of eight compelling suspects will now be conferred, starting with the official three (the official three are according to McNaughten, lead investigator at the time). However, it is important to note that there are hundreds of likely suspects but these eight are the most likely. Additionally, the top three official suspects are not widely believed to be the actual Ripper but are still going to be listed due to their status.

Suspect #1 - Montague Johnson Druitt. Druitt was a barrister who allegedly had an uncle and cousin that were doctors. Druitt died around age forty and had an interest in medicine and surgery. Montague supposedly lived with his cousin who practiced medicine close to where the Whitechapel murders occurred. Furthermore, Montague’s mother had gone insane just a month before the murder of the first canonical victim and he had written in a note that he feared he was also going insane. On December 3, 1888, just four weeks after the murder of the last canonical victim, Druitt’s body was mysteriously found floating in the Thames River. According to McNaughten’s notes, even Druitt’s family believed he was Jack the Ripper.

Suspect #2 - Michael Ostrog. Ostrog was a Russian doctor and criminal who had previously spent time in a mental asylum due to homicidal tendencies. McNaughten states that Ostrog was unable to provide strong alibis for his whereabouts during any of the five murders. He was not convicted due to a lack of sufficient evidence.

Suspect #3 - Aaron Kosminski. Kosminski was a German and Polish Jewish resident of Whitechapel, London who had spent time in a mental asylum in 1889 shortly after the last murder. Kosminski had strong hatred towards women, especially prostitutes, and spent time in asylums up until he passed away. Kosmniski also matched descriptions of Jack the Ripper from eyewitnesses. Additionally, a book published called “Naming Jack the Ripper”, written by Russell Edwards, claims that a shawl bought at an auction proves Kosminski is the killer because of DNA evidence. The shawl was allegedly found at the murder site of Catherine Eddowes and was stained with blood and semen that matched the DNA of Kosminski’s decedents. However, it was discovered that there was a mistake made in identifying a mutation in Eddowes’ DNA. A mutation named 3.14C is very rare and found in only 1 of every 290,000 people, meaning if it were found on the shawl, it was almost guaranteed that the article of clothing belonged to Catherine Eddowes. However, the scientist that tested the DNA had mistaken 3.15C for 3.14C; 3.15C is a very common mutation and is found in 99% of individuals from European decent, meaning the DNA on the shawl could essentially belong to anyone, making it almost impossible to link it to Catherine Eddowes specifically. After this revelation, this theory was immediately debunked and skepticism reached an all time high.

Suspect #4 - Jack the Ripper is actually a female. This theory proposes the idea that Jack the Ripper was not really a “jack” at all but a female named “Jill the Ripper”. An investigator that studied the case during Jack the Ripper’s reign of terror also had a hunch that Jack the Ripper wasn’t a male. This would explain why the killer was able to slip through crowds of police and witnesses without being identified as the murderer because police were looking for a male. A midwife would have basic anatomical knowledge and would frequently have blood on her clothes without raising suspicion. However, it is important to note that all eyewitness testimonies point towards the killer being a male.

Suspect #5 - Prince Albert Victor Christian Edward (the royal conspiracy). Prince Albert frequented the areas where the Whitechapel murders occurred which resulted in him contracting Syphilis, a disease that drove him to insanity. Many believe that his insanity resulted in a streak of cold blooded murders. Those who believe this theory propose the idea that he was never identified as the killer because royal aids ensured that his murder sites were clean of any evidence that would trace back to the royal family. However, there is a complete lack of evidence that supports this theory.

Suspect #6 - Walter Sickert. Walter Sickert was a famed painter during the late 1800s and was accused of being the ripper by famous crime novelist, Patricia Cornwell. Cornwell became obsessed with proving Sickert was Jack the Ripper and spent 2 million pounds in 2001 on purchasing Sickert’s paintings, writing desk, and letters. In a desperate attempt to prove her theory, she devoted her time to cutting Sickert’s paintings in half and searching for clues within the paint strokes. Cornwell claims that Sickert was obsessed with Jack the Ripper, which is true. Sickert referenced the infamous murderer several times in his work and even titled one of his paintings “Jack the Ripper’s Bedroom”. Cornwell also claims that one of Sickert’s paintings mimics the facial wounds of the fourth canonical victim. Furthermore, Patricia stated that Sickert allegedly cosplayed as the Ripper multiple times. One of Cornwell’s largest piece of evidence comes from Peter Bower, a forensic paper expert. Bower analyzed Jack the Ripper’s letters and Sickert’s letters and was able to identify them as products of a handmade paper run that only produced 24 possible sheets. Basically, the fact that both Sickert and Jack the Ripper had letters written on papers that only had 24 sheets in existence is extremely unusual. However, it’s important to note that all of Jack the Ripper’s letters are unconfirmed.

Suspect #7 - Joseph Barnett. Barnett is particularly suspicious because he lived with the fifth canonical victim, Mary Kelly. In fact, Barnett lived in ten different locations throughout Whitechapel, London, making him an expert on the streets and allies in the area. Furthermore, Barnett was allegedly in love with Kelly and he supposedly referred to Mary Kelly as “his wife” on November 10, 1888 even though they were just roommates. Barnett also disagreed with Kelly’s prostitute nightlife and worked hard to make enough money to keep her off the streets. Some theorize that Barnett committed the first murders to keep Barnett off the streets, which actually worked. However, when Barnett lost his job, Kelly returned to the streets to make ends meet which resulted in explosive fights and bitter tension between the two. In one instance, Mary Kelly brought home two other prostitutes which angered Joseph and resulted in a violent fight. At one point, a window was broken. Barnett packed his bags and moved out the next day and just 10 days later, Mary was found dead in her apartment. Barnett was interrogated for four hours but eventually was let go. Having resided in the building for a long period of time, Barnett would have intimate knowledge of how to unlock doors from the outside and would know Mary’s schedule and tendencies. Evidence at the scene suggested Kelly was killed in her sleep, and not by an outsider she invited in. She was wearing her nightgown and her clothing was folded neatly by her bed. Furthermore, Barnett’s association with Mary Kelly and the residents of Whitechapel would allow him to easily get close to unsuspecting victims. Jospeh’s friends also called him Jack. Further condemning evidence is his perfect match to the physical description of Jack the Ripper. The murders also stopped right after Mary Kelly died, and with his lover dead, there would be no reason to kill because there was no one to keep off the streets.

Suspect #8 - James Maybrick. Maybrick is the final and most popular suspect in the Jack the Ripper case, and is widely believed to be the actual killer. Maybrick’s death corresponds with the timeline of murders, as he died just one year after the final canonical victim was killed. Mayrbrick was an upperclass cotton merchant who resided in a state called the Battlecrease House in Liverpool, England. Many believe that this who actually prove that Maybrick is not the killer due to the widespread belief that Jack the Ripper was a poor local and not a wealthy merchant. However, it is important to note that all the murders occurred on weekends and it would make sense that a wealthy man could travel by train on his days off. Maybrick could also benefit from the murders not being in his local area. However, the most damning piece of evidence that makes Maybrick the most likely suspect is a diary found underneath the floorboards of his estate. In the diary, a page reads, “I give my name that all know of me, so history do tell, what love can do to a gentleman born. Yours truly, Jack the Ripper.” Also, the diary supposedly contained intimate details of the murders and according to historians, it matches the era of the Jack the Ripper murders.

However, this theory begins to unravel dramatically when the inquiry of how the diary was found comes up. The diary was supposedly found by a man named Mike Barrett who at one point claimed that he had fabricated the entire diary, only to retract his statement later. When asked about the diary, Barrett claimed he was going through a rough divorce and did not give further details. But if the diary really was found underneath the floorboards, this would be almost concrete evidence that James Maybrick is, in fact, Jack the Ripper.

Another piece of evidence is an old gold pocket watch with letters carved into the back. The letters were the initials of the five canonical victims, with the short message, “I am Jack. J Maybrick” etched in below them. The scratches were confirmed to have not been done in modern times. The pocket watch was purchased for 225 pounds in 1846, with no further information on the matter. With all the confusion and jumbled information surrounding this theory, it’s hard to tell if Maybrick really is Jack the Ripper or not. While it is widely believed that he is, many also don’t think Maybrick had anything to do with it at all. His home was very far from the location of the murders and with his wealth and steady job, there would be no reason for the successful merchant to murder innocent women in the Whitechapel district.

With all the information, murders, and suspects listed, Jack the Ripper’s case has now been concluded. While there are many compelling suspects and interesting pieces of evidence, we are still a long way from identifying the notorious killer and the case of Jack the Ripper may forever remain unsolved.

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Chicago Spotlight: A Conversation with Sean Ali

DeShawn Ali, better known as DJ Sean Ali in the world of House Music, is a DJ/Producer and Label Owner. His genuine love for music started at an extremely early age. Just like most families in the city of Chicago, he was introduced to a variety of genres of music in his household. When his father was not around, he would take his dad's albums, read the credits, and listen to the music from start to finish. There was blues, jazz, gospel, R&B, soul, rock, new jack, and everything under the sun. It did not matter to him because he just simply loved music across the board. DJ Sean Ali was introduced to house music as a teenager in the mid-80's. Out of all the genres of music that he loved, there was something about House Music that he became fascinated with and passionate about. What he loved was that it had a taste of every type of music all rolled up into one. He became influenced by legendary house heads like Lil Louis, DJ Les, Danny Calco, Nu-Wave, and Alley Cats. He has a great respect and admiration for what they brought to house music and for what they were willing to pass on and share with him. He went from spinning at block parties to skating parties, school parties, block parties, to family reunions, you name it. His name soon started to become the buzz in the house music world of fellow DJs. Soon after, he would be sought after for weddings, and booking gigs at major venues like Zentra, Betty Blue Star, Funky Buddha Lounge, Smart Bar, Prop House, China Club, and Jun Bar. He thinks of himself as a stress reliever for the public. His skill has taken him to many places as well. He has traveled to places like Detroit, Fort Lauderdale, NY, Mexico, and the Dominican Republic. He is also highly respected by his peers as well because he has taken his craft to new heights and he is constantly expanding and giving back the way others gave to him.

To date, Sean Ali has multiple chart topping releases beyond "Sacrifice, such as "Still Standing" with co-production by Terance James featuring Thea Denee, "Electricity" remix off the Soul Element EP, featuring Sheree Hicks, "Hypnotic" EP featuring Sheree Hicks, including a bonus track called "Magic", "Dream Come True with co-production by Terance James Featuring Sheree Hicks, "Miles Away" EP and "Green Light" featuring Sheree Hicks which made top 20 on the soulful charts, "Present To Win," Featuring Rashaan Houston, "Love Is In the Air" Remix, produced and written by Sean Ali and Sheree Hicks, featuring vocals by Sheree Hicks as well, all available on traxsource.com. Recently, along with Sheree Hicks, Sean was co-writer of Sheree's new release on House 4 Life records, the title track "Celebrate" which also had remixes by Doc Link of Liberate Records, J. Caprice, and Milty Evans.

I had a chance to speak with him about his various projects and the evolution of his career.

Black Widow: Can you tell me a little bit about your background and what part music played in your life growing up?

Sean Ali: My father was good friends with a lot of musicians and singer/songwriters from back in the day. He would take me to the record store or the musicians would come to the house. I was immersed in old school music because it was always played in the house. My dad loved to play his records. I wanted to learn more about the artists that I was listening too, where it came from and who produced it. I was always into it. That was the beginning of my musical journey.

Black Widow: I totally relate. My grandparents were jazz musicians performed with some of the greats at The Apollo and Club Delisa and we used to have a ton of people at the house! My grandma would host parties at her home with some of the singers and dancers and I would listen to their stories. It was fascinating.

Sean Ali: Right, Same here. There were times Jerry Butler, the “Chi-Lites”, some of The Artistics, and others were at our house too. I had no clue who they were until I was older.

Black Widow: So your dad was an avid music lover?

Sean Ali: Oh Yeah, he was also a photographer and worked with George Daniels at all his events too. My dad was right there taking photos and show them to me… Keith Sweat, Run DMC, LL Cool J. He would be at concerts and parties all the time. I couldn’t help but like music. My dad is my role model, so I take after him in many ways.

Black Widow: So when did you discover house music? What drew you to it?

Sean Ali: Good Question! So, Byron Stingley stayed like a few homes down from me and Lil Louis lived around the corner.

Black Widow: Oh wow! I had no idea!

Sean Ali: Yeah we are all from the same neighborhood. When I would listen to music at home, I always listened to both sides. I noticed the B-side would have a groove to it. So when I would go to parties in the neighborhoods or go around Lil Louis crib (they’d play music in the back a lot), and it would be the same music I heard at home but the B-side versions. I’d go home and dig through all the records that had a faster tempo on those B-sides and listen to them all. A lot of my friends in the neighborhood didn’t really go to house parties because they thought it was strange. You know we were more…you know… thuggish! [LAUGHTER] The house scene was preppy then!

I knew I liked the music so I decided to check a party out and I remember walking in and watching how they were dancing, how they got along and interacted with each other, how they played the music and I was sold!

Black Widow: Do you remember the first party you went to?

Sean Ali: Wow! Yeah, it was at a friend’s house. He was deep into house music. He was a few years older than us. That’s when I really experienced it. It was around 1984/1985 and I was maybe 15 years old. I heard every disco song ever at his house. I was bugging him, who sings that? Every week he’d play music at the house and I was like a student taking notes, writing down the artists who were on these records. As far as some of the larger parties, I think my first party was at the Bismarck. I used to go there on a regular. I was too young to go to Sauer’s and stuff like that. I know folks say they were there but I’m only 45 you know what I’m saying?

Black Widow: Same here! I was too young to go to any of those spots!

Sean Ali: Yeah I wasn’t even trying to get into those parties. [laughter] I’ve been to COD’s before, but I never experienced The Underground and Original Warehouse and stuff like that, but my uncles and aunts would go. I was going to the Bismarck, The New Warehouse, the Alcatraz and Elbo Room.

Black Widow: So when did you did you decide you wanted to DJ and how did you learn?

Sean Ali: About 1990/91, my neighbor was DJing and we lived across from each other. My bedroom window faced his bedroom window. DJ Boxx used to live upstairs from him.

Black Widow: Get out! All of y’all lived around each other! That’s crazy!

Sean Ali: I moved to Forest Park and in our building, we would always hear someone playing house music and we would be like who is that? All the DJs were in the city on the southside and we were in Forest Park, so it was unusual to hear house music like that. I asked a friend who he was, and he told me his name was TJ and I said, I need you to introduce me to him. I wanted to sit down with him. Even before that, I would go to friends’ houses and try and mess around a bit on equipment but back then people didn’t want you messing up their turntables’ trying to scratch and do tricks like that. I had my own equipment, but I needed someone to show me how to get started. I had a friend named Lester and Dannon who would show me the ropes but I was more comfortable with TJ because he was younger, around my age. I’d go to his house and chop it up with him and borrow records and get a feel for it. I still wasn’t serious about it though because I was too busy going out.

Black Widow: Enjoying the parties and music!

Sean Ali: Yeah I was enjoying it more than I was playing it back then. I got serious out it late 90s/2000s. I stepped away from it for a while and got into hip-hop a bit then I started promoting parties; like Ice Bar and stuff like that. The money was good but the gangs, drug money and stuff like that took me away from it. It went a different direction and I had to leave it. After I left hip-hop, I didn’t know where I wanted to go. I knew I didn’t want to go stepping every night but I still loved that club scene.

Black Widow: Yeah, you didn’t want to deal with all that extra stuff. I get it.

Sean Ali: Yeah and when I got married, I moved up north and started hanging with Chris Underwood and feeding myself back into the game a little bit but because I was up north, I was at Betty’s, The Note, Ventra, Red Dog…

Black Widow: See that’s where I was going because I was living up north back then too in Wicker Park. So I didn’t start coming south to party until about 10 years ago. Everything I did was north back then.

Sean Ali: Same here! I think the Dating game was the first time I think I was at a south side spot. Maybe around 2007.

Black Widow: So when you got back into it, who were some of your influences?

Sean Ali: Oh Wow…whew! I know people always say Terry Hunter but he was always one of my favorites. I loved his taste in music, how he produced music and how he selected and played music. It was always on point and I was never disappointed on the dance floor. Vick Lavender as well, He was another one. Vick was going to give you that soulful journey. Dimitri from Paris, Lil Louis, Gene Hunt, Gene Farris, Lil John, Grant Nelson, Masters at Work, Joe Clausell…it’s so many, I hate to feel like I’m missing someone. It was dope because everyone had their own style and people weren’t trying to be like one particular person.

Black Widow: When did you decide to get into producing?

Sean Ali: About 2006 I think. I knew how to program and produce because I was doing hip-hop tracks. I would always buy equipment, beat machines, keyboards anything that was coming out. I remember a friend was telling me I could make house music on this equipment. So, I started playing around with it and creating sounds, but I never put it out or took it seriously per say. You know I never asked a “Terry Hunter” to check it out or a “Farley” to listen and/or play it.

It wasn’t until I started to see the opportunities to get gigs dry up a bit that I realized I had to be more than a DJ. To get that visibility as a house artist, you really had to be multi-faceted. I knew I had to step my game up. DJ, Producer, Label owner…I had to at least do two out of three. I wasn’t even thinking about a label yet.

Black Widow: So the label came after?

Sean Ali: Oh yeah, I had to get the producing down first. I hooked up with a friend who was already doing great music. We decided to link up and create “Sol4orce” around 2009. That’s around the time we linked up with Sheree (Hicks). We started working on some tracks but we would only give them to a few people. We were still nervous about giving them to bigger name DJs at the time. We didn’t know if the music was strong enough yet. We realized we needed some vocalists. So, we got Lafayette Parker to do a song for us in 2010 and we tried to shop it to a few labels. I wrote the song and I remember telling my brother, we got a hit! This a runner right here! [LAUGHTER]

I remember telling folks “yo… when you see Terry (Hunter) or Ron (Carroll), let em know I got some heat!” [LAUGHTER] Thinking they are going to call me or approach me like “Hey I heard you got some heat, let me hear it” …. [LAUGHTER] That’s not how that works!

Black Widow: Nope…not at all! [laughter]

Sean Ali: I remember asking a cousin to find Sheree on Facebook because I wasn’t even on Facebook at the time. We’ve known each other for a long time. She wasn’t even thinking about doing any house music back then!

Black Widow: Right! That’s what she said when I interviewed her!

Sean Ali: Yeah, I reached out to her and told her what I was doing, and she told me what she was doing. I had to convince her that she could do house music. I told her about the sound that I was hearing in house music and sent her YouTube videos of Stephanie Cooke because I knew she would like her style and she loved it. So, I sent her a track and the next day she sent over the vocals and that’s how I got my first song with Sheree Hicks. It’s so dope because it was a song I was confident in too.

Recording with Sheree was so intimidating initially because she was already out here doing her thing with some big names. I was on pins and needles. I used to travel with her back in the day so I knew she worked with some big name cats and here I am in a studio apartment with her and engineers that were scared to mess up. [laughter] "you push the button…nah you push the button"…

No one wanted to mess up so I stepped in. I remember after it was done, she said, “I don’t like it, it doesn’t sound right. I was like WHAT! [laughter] I knew I could learn from her. I couldn’t’ act like I knew everything or like I was too good to learn. She knew people that would help me and teach me. I knew we had something special and she took me to another studio with professionals and hooked me up with a cat named Chris and he really knew what he was doing. The way he recorded her vocals left me speechless.

Black Widow: That’s dope that you understood that I’m new to this and I can still learn...

Sean Ali: It was a great experience and from that one song, I was ready to get it out there. I was confident now and I had Sheree Hicks so I was feeling myself. I remember running into Stacy Kidd at Green Dolphin and telling him about it. I sent it to him and he took a listen and loved it. He wanted to put it out and that was it after that. It was called “Sacrifice”. Sheree had this subtle and smooth voice and I knew the music was going to be different from what other producers were doing.

Black Widow: What made you decide to start a label?

Sean Ali: I got tired. Once I found my niche, I was doing songs daily. We were building our catalog and we were tired of sitting on it. We wanted to get it out there. When you go through a label it’s always, “I can’t do it for three months, or change it or I don’t like it” and then if you do put it out, you aren’t getting paid what you think you should. It got to the point where I had to learn the business side and start to handle that.

Black Widow: It was the way you controlled your art…Artistic and financial control?

Sean Ali: Yeah I wanted to know what I made, what I sold, and what’s happening with this music especially on the financial end. I wanted to see the numbers. That was one of the reasons I decided to run a label but I wasn’t sure how to go about it or even if I had time to do it. Distributors, artists, contracts, other people’s business and stuff like that. I met up with Sean Houston and then I met Monk Julius and we clicked right away. He was about business 100%. He was like start that label.

Black Widow: You had to learn the in’s and outs of the business…not just the creative stuff?

Sean Ali: Yeah absolutely. Sheree and I were at the same place at the same time. We met Josh Milan around that time too. I would send him stuff and ask for advice and he said the same thing…start your own label. I had Monk, Sheree, and Josh telling me the same thing, so I was like, yeah, it’s time. He had just started Honeycomb Music and he had someone call me and explain it to me.

Black Widow: I love that! So many people act like we don’t share information and that we don’t help one another with different endeavors but that really isn’t the case. It’s a lot of people that want to see everyone make it.

Sean Ali: Exactly!

Black Widow: That says something about the quality of people you keep around you.

Sean Ali: Yeah Definitely. Once I did and started getting paid…that was it. I was all in! That’s how “Sounds of Ali” was born. It’s been 4 years and counting now…

Black Widow: And you have no regrets do you?

Sean Ali: None at all! I love it. It’s just so dope because people ask me my opinion and want to shop music to me from all around the world. I love it! It means a lot.

Black Widow: Are you partial to a particular sub-genre of house music?

Sean Ali: This is hard. I love good house music…just good music. It doesn’t matter to me. It can be deep house, jacking house, techno house, soulful house…it just doesn’t matter the sub-genre. If it’s good, it’s good! If it’s produced right, with great sound and melody, dope artistry, it can happen in any genre in house music. I just love good house music.

Black Widow: I love that answer! That’s it!

Sean Ali: I do produce a lot of soulful house music because I love a lot of jazz sounds. That’s part of my background. That’s what I grew up listening to but I can groove to anything as long as it’s good.

Black Widow: Good music just moves you!

Sean Ali: Look, I’ve seen you dance before and your reaction to music. So I know you get what I'm saying. I see what music does to you and I see how connected you are to the music as an artist and as someone who just loves music. I saw you watching Dawn (Tallman) perform and you were in tears!

Black Widow: Yeah I had a moment! Like For real!!!

Sean Ali: Good Music…that’s what it does! That’s power! People try to be cool but I don’t care…it does something to you.

Black Widow: I’m drawn to music that moves me.

Sean Ali: That motivates me! When I see that, that motivates me to go back into the studio and get to work. I want to touch the heart and soul of people. I just enjoy all of that and it’s not just soulful house that does that. That’s just good music. It affects people in so many ways; even with the spoken word…it touches people. For example, I love Ursula Rucker…

Black Widow: OMG! I can’t believe you mentioned her! She’s literally my favorite modern day poet! I’m a huge fan of hers.

Sean Ali: Yeah she’s dope. I just dig her vibe! You know It can be done and what you and (Dee Jay) Alicia did with “Rough”, you guys took it up a notch and gave it more energy with that strong afro vibe and those drum beats.

Black Widow: Thank you so much! That’s so dope of you to say! What’s coming up for you in 2018?

Sean Ali: Monk Julius has joined the production team. You can create better with more hands! We are working a lot together on various projects, including some Afro tracks to show our versatility. We also are working with Tasha Larae from Arrested Development along with DJ Pope out of Baltimore on a track coming out on Quantize. We have Lester Jay coming out too. We got a couple of tracks out now on Traxsource. Actually, we have one coming out the same time as you guys. Jaleal Meadows is an artist under Chic Soul Music and we did two songs off of his EP that’s coming out on the 20th.

Black Widow: That’s what I love. It’s so much new music coming out of Chicago right now.

Sean Ali: I love it when we all have releases coming out. It’s good for Chicago. Terry (Hunter) got joints, Mike (Dunn) got joints, Greg (Winfield) has a #1…

Black Widow: If you look at all of the artists just right now from Chicago on the charts, it’s so different but it’s all dope!

Sean Ali: Right! Everything!! Soulful, Jackin, Afro, we are out here!

Black Widow: Yes we are creating…Chicago is creating good music!

Sean Ali: So much and we all make the city shine! That’s what it’s all about!

Black Widow: What does it mean to be a Chicago artist and represent your city?

Sean Ali: Wow that’s major! It means the world to me. I’m going to represent Chicago anywhere I go. You have to understand that Michigan Avenue used to be full of record labels back in the day. It’s so many musician’s from here who impacted the music world from so every other genres too. Chaka Khan, Curtis Mayfield, The Chi-Lites, The Stylistics, Frankie Knuckles, Ron Hardy…it’s so many! You can go on and on! Chicago is not just the mecca of House Music, we are a huge part of Music Culture! I feel like a millionaire being from Chicago…our history is just so rich!!! Growing up in the house scene, you have access to people who are considered legends. We have access to so much talent here! It’s a blessing.

Black Widow: Indeed we take for granted the quality of musicians and artists we have here and the access we have to them. That’s something that you don’t get anywhere else! Thank you so much for speaking with me and I wish you nothing but continued success and growth!

Sean Ali: Thank you! It was my pleasure. I love what you are doing with the site and with your music. I can’t wait to check out “Fenix”!

Black Widow: Thank you! I’m really excited about the song! I appreciate that!

Thanks for checking out my latest interview with a musical creative from Chicago! I hope you enjoyed it.

Until next time, see ya on a Dance Floor!

Black Widow

You can find Sean Ali at the following:

On Traxsource

On YouTube

Facebook: Sounds of Ali Music

Twitter: DJseanAli

Instagram: SoundsofAli

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