LOGINWhen I logged in the next day, I saw the new friend request. I popped up the friend's box. Three new requests. One from CherryBomb. I thought about it. I really did. For several long seconds.Deny. Deny...Deny.I was trying out some different skill combinations on my Barbarian, while farming Act III. It was good loot, and consistently difficult. Gave me a good feel for what was and wasn't working.[CherryBomb] I'm a sad Panda. Nobody wants to be my friendI quickly cleared the room and moved back to a safe distance before responding. She did deserve a response.[AceHole] I doubt that. Sincerely[CherryBomb] Nobody that matters. :([AceHole] Come farm Siegebreaker with me. You stay alive, I'll be your friend[CherryBomb] Inferno? Act
[AceHole] Now. Let me swap out gear and we'll hit the loot[CherryBomb] My packs almost full already[AceHole] Should be. Portal to town. Dump pack. Grab MF gear. Loot. That's the way we farm places like thisEverything I'd picked up was pretty trashy, but I did get one decent rare. Probably 40K or so. Not worth the effort so far, but we weren't done. I had picked up maybe 25K in loose gold. I grabbed my MF gear, and portaled back. I had to wait about 5 minutes.[AceHole] Took your time[CherryBomb] I'm not good at figuring what's good or not[AceHole] Link the rares to me, and I'll tell you. Not now though. Let's lootWe ran the level. I picked up 9 rares, including one good one, one very good one, and a remarkably useful legendary. The girl was good luck.[CherryBomb] I'm full[AceHole] We're done. To TownIn town we spent another 15 minutes
She smiled, scooted forward on the chair, and lifted her shirt slowly. I saw her firm stomach, cute little belly-button with requisite gemmed piercing, and then a simple white bra, covering some very nice if not huge tits. I'd guess a solid C. Then again, I'm hardly an expert."Like what you see?" she asked, reaching up and shaking them."Very nice," I admitted. I hoped to God this wasn't the end of the show.She laughed. "I can see you, you know. You're thinking I'm gonna stiff you, right? Bra isn't tits.""The thought crossed my mind.""I'm not. I wouldn't. I'm not like that. Karma and all that shit. Besides, I think you and I are going to be great friends in game, and I know who has the outrageous gear."She leaned forward, showing me cleavage. "Close your eyes for me, OK?"I really had my fingers crossed. On both hands. I closed my eyes."Open them."The video window was full side to side, with the sweetest most perf
I hit level 56, and went back to my softcore account to do a little farming. Softcore was for learning. I intended to clear Inferno with every class, softcore. Hardcore was for fun. My auctions were almost all done, another 5.2 million in my account, mostly thanks to a 3.1 million ring. Needed to stock up. The economy was shifting. People had gold, and prices were going up. A couple of hours should do it.I logged in and saw the new friend request. CherryBomb.Denied.I was building my valor stacks for improved looting when the messages started.[CherryBomb] No friend? :([AceHole] Sorry. It's a personal rule. Only peeps I know IRL[CherryBomb] Understood. A lot of fake weirdo's online. I'm pretty picky too[AceHole] Yeah. Sorry about that. You do play well. We can party some time[CherryBomb] Your place or mine? ;)[AceHole] Right. Your place is probably your Mom's baseme
The Gamer Goddess meets her match.Enjoy,,****The Gamer Goddess meets her match.This story is very online-gaming-centric. It uses a lot of concepts, vocabulary and acronyms from games, especially Diablo 3, which this story revolves around. If you're not a gamer, it's likely this story might not be for you. Just a heads-up.A little gaming, online lingo:IRL/RL - In Real Life / Real Life (as opposed to gaming world)OP - Over Powered / Original PosterIMHO - In My Humble Opinion (I feel dumb even listing this one)XP - eXPerience, how you track progress in gameNeckbeard - Overweight, unshaven, unkempt geek with hair on his neckNormal/Nightmare/Hell/Inferno - Progressively harder Diablo3 LevelsDPS - Damage per second, how much game damage you doPortal - Game ability to teleport back to town. Takes a few secondsNoob/Newbie/New Meat - New to the game, ignorant or stupid
"You tried to make me hate you," she said.He was getting tired again. He tried to sleep as much as the pain would let him. "Because I love you," he explained.She was crying inconsolably as he drifted off to sleep, the energy of talking too much.Alan woke a few hours later, and they were still waiting with him. The pain was almost intolerable. He reached for the button, then stopped. He needed to be clearheaded."He's awake," he heard Josh say, then they were standing around him again.Alan reached for his wife's hand, and felt her soft skin against his once more. "I love you, Becca. I always have. I'm sorry I cheated on you. Please forgive me," he pleaded. The tears that the pain of his wracked body couldn't force out, came easily."Oh, Alan!" she cried. "Stop this. Let me take you home. We'll find better doctors. We can beat this."It was too late for that, but he nodded. "I'd like that."The kids gave him cards, which he had Becca read to him, and Carrie placed a stuffed animal p
He stared at me for half a minute before finally saying, "You have no idea how bad I want this.""Then why are you fighting it?" I asked, frowning.He started shaking his head while he stared at me and then he said, "I don't know."My frown turned into a smile and I whispered, "Then don't, daddy."
Marianne's body suddenly lurched up in the air. For the briefest of moments, I saw her hands connected with her pussy. They effectively blocked my view of it, but I did get to see her bare ass, water streaming down the sides of it. My eyes opened wide as I realized I could see her plunging her fing
Quickly making my way to my own room, I took my shirt off. Then I peeled my yoga pants down my legs while sitting on the edge of my bed. Staring at them, I gasped softly. Lifting them up, I held the pants in front of my face and stared at the crotch. Holy hell. The entire waist area of them was dar
My father's absence in the mornings gave me a lot of time to get into trouble. Without even getting dressed, I threw myself down on the couch, grabbing the laptop from the coffee table and propping it up on my legs again. It was a comfortable position to read. Which I did, at length.Those first tw







