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The people who try to find out my inner personality are usually nervous discovering that I am not the cute angel they initially think. They interrogate one by one again and again to find out exactly what happened and what my role is. The emergency staff insist they didn't know me. When times get tough, that's usually what happens and most people shrug off their responsibilities, but I'm not going to put up with this anymore.
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The Right of Noise
Blame Ball
Jeremy McHarry
The Right of Noise / 10th of series: Blame Ball / By Jeremy McHarry
Published 2023 by Bentockiz
e-book Imprint: Calkden Norsh
e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden
e-book ISBN: 9789198826791
e-book editing: Athens, Greece
Cover Images created via AI art generators
Table of Contents
Title Page
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Introduction
Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.
It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.
This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.
This may be the start of something amazing!
Chapter One
After dinner, during which she paid more attention to his left hand as it caressed her right leg between her knee and the middle of her thigh than to the taste of the food, Sharlene tells him to sit and rest while she cleans up. Once the leftovers are in the fridge and the dishes are cleaned up, she brings him a refilled glass of iced tea, stands right next to him, and puts her left hand on his right shoulder while she tries to decide whether to ask for more touching or to suggest a distraction. She groans and makes up her mind when his right hand slides halfway up the back of her left leg under her skirt. While she braces her right hand on the table, she slides her left hand across his shoulder to grip his neck and leans over to kiss him.
As their rapid breathing settles, George turns his head to kiss and nibble her neck while his right hand continues to caress her legs and slowly moves higher while he tries to give each of her legs equal attention. For all of the pleasure he’s given her during the last partial two days, she can hardly believe how much more she wants, but even that thought disappears as she cries out with her climax when his left hand cups then gently kneads her right breast through her shirt, while his right hand caresses the insides of her legs barely more than a couple of inches from her pubic area.
He moves his right hand down her left leg and gently grips it which gives her a chance to catch her breath as she stands back up and pulls his head close to her side. She turns her torso to the left and deeply groans as his lips surround her shirt covered left nipple. In moments, his attention to her body encourages her to again cry out with her climactic pleasure.
His lips release her nipple and he leans his head back, but before her breathing has settled, she’s pressing her hardened nipple back to his month. He has no hesitation and soon the pleasure has her crying out yet again until she arches her back to move her nipple away only to be able to catch her breath.
A little later, as she leans her forehead on the top of his head for support, her right hand moves from the table to grip his upper left arm, until she has enough breath to say, “Thank you . . . feels so good.” When her breathing settles some more, she swings her right leg over his legs to stand straddling his legs, and presses herself tightly to him which causes his head to be almost mashed into her upper chest. Once her breathing has fully settled, she squats, pushes her buttocks back, leans down, and kisses him deeply.
She barely starts a third kiss when she increases the intensity of it as she feels her pleasure leaping higher as both of his hands caress the backs and insides of her upper legs. She breaks the kiss and lays her head on his shoulder while she groans deeply in between deep breaths. Her pleasure grows as his hands slowly move higher and she doesn’t know whether to stand up on her tip-toes to make it last longer or to press her buttocks down to reach the peak sooner.
Since she’s unable to think clearly enough to decide, she unconsciously lightly bounces her hips up and down as though she’s trying to do both at the same time. Her cry of climax when he lightly strokes her along her panty seam between her legs and vulva escalates into a scream as she pushes her hips down as though to shove his fingers deeper into her. He moves his fingers from between her legs as she slumps to sit on his legs then he grips her buttocks, pulls her closer, and moves his arms up to hug her and better support her limp body.
“Thank you, . . . lover.” She waits awhile longer for her breathing to settle more. Her kisses on his neck and nibbles on his earlobe are light. A little later she asks, “Why do I want the pleasure of your touch so much?”
He shakes his head as he says, “I don’t know.”
“Even now while I feel limp and very satisfied, I can still feel the desire bubbling up in me and a voice wondering how I can get you to touch me more and what wonderful ways you’ll find to give me more pleasure. If your touching wasn’t so right and the pleasure wasn’t so good, I would be scared at the intensity of my desire.”
“I can understand the pleasure being so good, but I don’t understand the idea of my touching you being so right.”
“I can’t say I understand it either, and I certainly can’t explain it, but the concept, idea, action, whatever else you might want to call it, of you touching me to give me pleasure, I’m absolutely convinced is right and proper and should be happening. And the feeling that it’s the right thing to be happening, isn’t tied to the benefit to others through Digital Empathy, at least that’s how it seems to me. I don’t know. If I wasn’t so convinced it’s right for you to touch me, I would be scared.
“That first sixth-day when I had you caress my legs, I knew then it was the right thing to be happening. Even as I spent the next more than two weeks examining my thoughts and feelings, arguing with myself, talking to others, trying to deny it all, I still couldn’t shake the conviction that it was right for you to touch me and that it should continue. . . . I certainly had no idea of the degree of pleasure your touching was going to give me. But even adding those things together doesn’t seem to explain my desire for more.”
