#counting this as bottom swiss btw

[miasmaghoul]

i see your idea about pre-concert swiss and raise you: him asking aurora nd mountain to facefuck him so he can be reminded of BOTH of them during the show

hey how about this:

Swiss groans low in his throat, gaze heavy where it rests on the couch across the room. He's floating, surrounded by the lewd, wet sounds of his own hand and those of the pair across the room. The air is thick, sex and fresh sweat undercut with set-in smells of stale beer and cigarette smoke. His eyes never leave the entrancing sight before him, no option but to leer.

His golden stare sits squarely on Aurora's chest, taking in the way Mountain's long fingers sink into soft flesh. Kneading, massaging, squeezing. Occassionally shifting to tug at a taut, pink nipple. Aurora gasps with every pinch, her thighs shaking where they sit beside Mountain's. Swiss can't get over the contrast in their skin - the ghoulette pale as moonlight, the earth ghoul sun-kissed and freckled. She gives a high, breathy moan and Swiss's gaze sinks south, pulsing in his palm at the way her pretty pink lips cling to Mountain's slick-shiny cock with every roll of her hips.

"How's she feel, Mount?" Swiss rasps the words with a dry tongue, the hand on his cock pausing so he can rub rough fingers over the frenulum. A blurt of pre leaks from the slit and dribbles over his digits, sticky and warm.

Mountain detaches himself from the pale column of Aurora's throat and peers at him from over a slight shoulder. His green eyes shine in the fluorescent lighting, glassy and heavy lidded. He paws at her tits again and the ghoulette moans, a high, breathy sound that shoots straight to Swiss's balls.

"So good," Mountain slurs, nosing behind her ear and sliding his hands down to her waist. "She's so tight." His fingers overlap at her belly button and the sight of it may yet drive Swiss insane. "So small."

Aurora whimpers, letting her head fall back onto Mountain's shoulder and reaching up to grip a handful of his mussed hair. Swiss huffs out a pained noise, squeezing himself at the base and biting his lip. He knows from experience that Mountain is right; none of them thought anyone could feel smaller than Dew. Oh how wrong they were. His strokes speed up, tight fist twisting over the head and wringing strained sounds from his throat.

Aurora's head rolls to one side, peering at him through thick lashes. Her cheeks are flooded with pink, her lips bee stung, her pale eyes sparkling. She gurgles out something unintelligible and the three of them echo one another's moans. The ghoulette shudders when Mountain's grip tightens; she stills her hips and relaxes back into him, and it's all the encouragement Mountain needs to starts moving her.

Swiss wants to keep talking. Always wants to keep talking, if he's being honest, but especially now. Sitting here, sweating into his uniform while the pair across from him lose themselves in each other, he finds his tongue utterly useless.

At least for the moment.

Swiss's free hand slides up his torso, trying to rub at a nipple through the layers of his uniform with minimal success. A little more stimulation. He wants to launch himself across the room and bury his face between Aurora's perky little tits. To tug at their pebbled tips with his teeth and lick his way down her narrow chest. Taste her sweat and the remnants of sweet, fruity perfume soaked into her soft skin. To get his mouth on the swollen bud of her clit and make her cum so hard her bones dissolve.

But he was the one that walked in on them, so that wasn't in the cards today. Instead, he watches and waits for his turn. Judging by the punched out grunts Mountain's giving, it'll be any minute now. Mountain lifts Aurora off of him entirely, holds her in the air like she's a toy, and shimmies. Spreads his thighs so Swiss has the best view, a real eyeful of his wet cock and full balls. Mountain grits his teeth, lowers the ghoulette back onto his twitching length, and the noise she makes is so deeply pleasured the Swiss can hardly handle it. Mountain holds her in place, starts bucking up into her, and it signals the beginning of the end.

"Touch yourself," Mountain growls into her ear, just loud enough for Swiss to drool over, "let me feel that pretty cunt cum on my cock."

Swiss's eyes glue themselves to the place where Mountain splits her open, laser focused on the way manicured fingers skate over her stomach and settle at the apex of her thighs. She starts to rub, quick circles that have her arching in seconds, and Swiss has the singular pleasure of watching Mountain's balls draw up. If he squeezes his hand just right, he can imagine Aurora clenching down on him instead.

"Just like that," Mountain urges, lips pressed to her temple, "squeeze me, milk it out. Take it from me."

Aurora's hand stutters, her mouth drops open, and her whole body goes taut as she cums in silence. Mountain chokes on his inhale, fingers digging into her skin while he ruts up into her spasming form. He only lasts another handful of pumps, snarling behind grit teeth as he spills deep inside the ghoulette's trembling figure. Swiss watches his cock pulse with every squirt, and the sudden knot in his stomach nearly forces him to double over.

He watches them come down, strokes slowing despite the ache between his legs. Watches Mountain's large hands graze over her body while he murmurs what are undoubtedly words of the most genuine praise into her throat. Grounding her, slowly bringing her back down to Earth. She twitches and hums, nuzzling Mountain's hair affectionately and resting her hands over his.

It's a few minutes before she turns her gaze back to Swiss, and every moment is agony. She eventually pats Mountain's hand and the ghoul lifts his heavy head enough for her to mutter something into his ear. Mountain smirks, nods, and gives her one last squeeze before releasing his grip. Aurora lets a lascivious smile spilt her face and shifts her position, lifting herself from Mountain's lap and letting his softening length slide from her ruined hole. She cups her cunt as she stands and stares Swiss in the eye, raising her other hand.

"Your turn," she chirps, and when she points at the floor Swiss swallows hard. "Down, boy."

He tries not to look too eager as he scrambles to obey, slipping from his seat to lay on the old carpet at her feet. Aurora tips her head with a saccharine little smile, lowering herself to her knees and straddling his head. Swiss brings both hands to her thighs, tucking them to his ears and earning a light, chiming laugh for his efforts.

"Good doggy," the ghoulette lilts, threading elegant fingers through Swiss's curls. He stares up at her, soaking in her flushed cheeks and the halo of disheveled platinum waves falling over her shoulders. She tugs at his hair and Swiss feels his aching cock leak onto his waistcoat. "Open up for your treat."

Swiss moans, wanton and whorish, and obeys. Lets his tongue fall against his chin and holds tight to her thighs. Aurora gives him a purr of approval, moves the hand cupping her mound, and Swiss nearly passes out at the sight of her messy cunt. He doesn't even give her the chance to get fully seated on his face, burying his face in her swollen folds and lapping at her like a man starved.

Swiss can't keep still as he devours her, hips rolling up into nothing at his cock begs for stimulation. He whimpers when he sinks his tongue tongue into her slick hole, the salt-rich tang of Mountain's cum melding with the heady sweetness of Aurora herself. The combination has his eyes rolling back, utterly lost in the act of drinking them in. The essence of them is sure to linger in his nose and on his tongue long after the show is over.

"Someone's hungry," Aurora trills, rocking her hips and dragging her still-swollen clit over Swiss's nose. Using him for her benefit. Behind her, Mountain chuffs. Swiss can feel his foot rubbing absently against his thigh.

He stares up at the ghoulette, unwilling to so much as blink lest he miss the flutter of her lashes. She groans and leans back to look at the other ghoul, and before Swiss can so much as whimper his displeasure his back is arching.

"That's a good boy," Aurora croons, tightening her grip on his hair. Mountain's foot rubs against the tender, sticky head of his cock and he shakes, wide eyed. The ghoulette smiles at him. "Go ahead and hump, puppy," she encourages, clenching around his tongue, "make a mess so I can rub your nose in it."

Mountain's foot starts to work him, and Swiss can't hide the way he shakes.

[markoprljic]

Highly improbable world of probability

Do you believe in improbability? Would you most likely associate it with coincidence? If I were to run a survey on this I would probably get 99,9% positive answers to this question. Why is that, and how can I be so certain about the outcome of the imaginary survey?

In the twin-photon experiment by Dr. Nicolas Gisin of the University of Geneva he discovered that two photons of light nearly seven miles apart respond simultaneously to a stimulus applied to just one of them.

In principle, it should make no difference whether the correlation between twin particles occurs when they are separated by a few meters or by the entire universe. 

... said Dr. Gisin in an interview. 

This tells a lot about the probability of events! We can further consolidate this statement by the fact that:

Entangled particles are identical entities that share common origins and properties, and remain in instantaneous touch with each other, no matter how wide the gap between them.

It was posited by Socrates long ago and by the ancient rishis in India, thousands of years before, that we’re made up of energy, not matter. Quantum physics says that as you go deeper and deeper into the workings of the atom, you see that there is nothing there – just energy waves. 

In the recently published article about the improbability of events, the author suggests quite the opposite saying:

Highly improbable events are all around us

... giving an example:

Those events can make for extremely exciting sport competitions — after running 10,000 simulations, for instance, a team of 18 analysts from Swiss banking giant UBS determined that Germany, with a 91 percent chance of making it through to the round of 16, was by far the most likely country to win the World Cup. Instead, Germany crashed out at the bottom of its group, losing not only to Mexico but also to South Korea.

They were wrong. How come? A team of highly trained analysts, who btw. had access to a great amount of data which they held accountable for estimates to predict with 91% chance of success, were just wrong? 10,000 simulations and we simply accept the fact they were wrong? Can we take this for granted and blame it on something we call improbability which we do not have control over?

Improbable events surprise us, but when you’re consciously self-aware you cannot be surprised.

For every improbable event��experienced we immediately try to justify it with some association from the past.

The examples of the election of Ocasio-Cortez, Trump or the Brexit case just proves that human beings are unable to see what they produce with their own thoughts, words, and deeds, thus taking away the power and control to consciously create the future, no knowing the outcome, not having control of  their own lives, society they live in and collective in general.

We just tend to overlook the simple fact that improbable events happen on a regular basis.

This is just telling us how many unconscious thoughts and decisions people make every moment of their life, and that there’s plenty of work to do for each individual to reach the stage where consciousness overtakes. 

We create our world through our thoughts. Max Plank, Albert Einstein, Steven Hawking all seem to agree that the universe/god is actually a set of laws and principles that we can count on to create our world.

Our minds are essentially idea machines that refine our thoughts into electrical impulses which communicate with the same source energy that creates everything from nothing.

For one thing, I can agree with authors final words:

The next time something improbable happens, then, don’t kick yourself for failing to see it coming, and don’t kid yourself that it was in any way inevitable.

Mahatma Ghandi once said:

A man is but the product of his thoughts - what he thinks, he becomes. 

We’re made of particles: https://www.symmetrymagazine.org/article/the-particle-physics-of-you Twin photon experiment: https://www.nytimes.com/1997/07/22/science/far-apart-2-particles-respond-faster-than-light.html Improbability: https://www.wired.com/story/welcome-to-the-highly-probable-world-of-improbability/ Thoughts become energy: https://medium.com/mindvalley/how-and-why-your-thoughts-become-real-life-energy-44919a173623