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Whistle-blowers (WikiLeaks fanfic) Chapters 1-3

**Chapter 1: The Most Galvanising Photo of 2019**

“Edward!” a whisper screamed out of the doorway of the dark sitting-room. Edward Snowden was sitting on the settee, which would be facing a TV if they had had one. TV sets being the notorious wire-housing devices that they are, were not a luxury the United Corporations of America’s most wanted could afford. In the TV’s stead, sat a Macbook, in front of Edward, on a small table. It was the only source of light in the room, save Moscow’s moonlight.

The voice belonged to Suzie Dawson, an Australian WikiLeaks’ contributer & fellow exile.

“They got him. The Metropolitan police dragged him out of the Ecuadorian embassy. They got him, Edward. They’ve arrested Julian Assange.”

Edward did not stir. He sat there, still absorbed with the developments revealed on his screen & brought to life with words from the darkness on the other side of the room.

A deafening silence followed. Suzie stood, rooted to the spot, waiting for who knows what, just waiting. Hearing her own words were just as sobering & paralysing to her as they were to the other occupant in the room.

Whistle-blowers Chapter 3 [F] [Masturbation] [Public] [Exhibitionist] [Voyeur] [Celeb fanfic] [Julian Assange]

**Carrying a Torch for a Mighty Woman**

It was unusually clement that mid-April morning in London, & Jen Robinson – a human rights lawyer & long-standing member of the legal team defending Julian Assange & WikiLeaks – was readying herself for the day. She dressed as one would knowing that their every move made; their every word uttered, was being surveilled by a team of men, who were the equivalent of well-trained dogs, but she also did so as one that has grown accustomed to the thought of being the subject of said vigil, for as long as she had been, would do. Surveillance of anyone associated with WikiLeaks was well-known & in her case its likelihood was confirmed by an ex-NSA member, years ago.

Drinking her coffee downstairs in her flat’s lounge, Jen basked in the morning light slanting in through her terrace doors. It was a glorious day, which she laid the blame on as the cause to the bombardment of mental images she was getting of her birthplace in Australia. She was playing back memories of her father training their horses on Seven Mile Beach with the sunrise on the horizon – one of the most spellbinding places she knew. The nostalgia associated with these reminiscences was an incontrovertible, early symptom of homesickness.

Lindsay and Leah round two [MF]

If you’ve read any of my stories you already know that after high school I was playing around part time at community college and not doing much else. I had the house to myself most weekends and threw parties on occasion. You might have even read my story about Lindsay and Leah in the pool. This story features both girls again at a party a few weeks later. I might have even told part of this story in that post. Here is a quick description of each girl…

Lindsay was about 5’2” with straight, shoulder length brunette hair, really big tits and a cute little belly. She had a cute freckled face and I always thought she was really fucking hot. She seemed to fly under other guy’s radar, maybe because of the weird people she hung out with.

Leah was tall and slender with long, dirty blonde hair, and perky little tits. She was kind of hippy-ish, and not as bubbly or girly as Lindsay.

I knew Lindsay from theater and Leah I had only met once before in my previous story.

Bungalow #14, Part 1 [MF]

“*Fuhh–*” was all I could muster before his mouth was on mine, his tongue dancing circles around my own. The weight of those broad shoulders pressed me deeper than I think I’ve ever been in any mattress, and the strength of those hot, penetrating fingers and their come-hither motion across my most delicious parts already had me at the precipice of a climax that had really been building since the moment he told me his mother took a champagne cork to the back of the skull.

Even through the cacophony of primal sexual gratification that overtook me at that moment, there was enough of a rational mind left to wonder, just how the fuck did all this happen in less than an hour?

SHE WOULD DO ANYTHING TO BE FAMOUS [Mmff] [oral] [mast] [feet] [piss] [facial]

**THIS IS A CUSTOM PIEXE FOR A FELLOW REDDITOR.**

When Hayley was in high school, she got pressured into being in the school play. Guys and Dolls. It was just the sort of thing she used to make fun of … but after opening night, she had been bitten by the theatre bug. Performing was all she wanted to do. By senior year, she was a full blown theatre junkie with lofty Hollywood goals. She loved attention. Any kind. Good, bad, provocative.

Hayley was always naturally beautiful, so of course, she was the target of bullies who secretly envied her. Hayley almost never worried about doing her hair or wearing make up. Whatever she wore became the trend. One morning, the school bus pulled up. Her brother got on and told the driver she was coming. She wasn’t usually late, but had been up late the night before “writing a paper.” The truth was, she was a cam-girl who wore a mask and would masturbate on camera for cash. Not wanting to be late, she grabbed her brothers shoes, which happened to fit.

Bungalow #14, Part 1 [MF]

“Fuu–!” was all I could muster before his mouth was on mine, his tongue teasing my own inside my mouth. The weight of those broad shoulders pressed me deeper than I think I’ve ever been in any mattress, and the strength of those hot, penetrating fingers and their come-hither motion across my most delicious parts already had me at the precipice of a climax that had really been building since the moment he told me his mother took a champagne cork to the back of the skull.

Even through the cacophony of primal sexual gratification that overtook me at that moment, there was enough of a rational mind left to wonder, just how the fuck did all this happen?

Casting About: Part 1 [MF][Mast][ENF][Exh]

**Casting About: Part 1**

Note: Original post was removed due to a link to Wikipedia (go figure).

I started writing this after reading Robert Evans’s The Kid Stays in the Picture. It’s slow to start (sex-wise), but I’m pretty sure from the first chapter title, you can tell it’s not going to stay PG forever.

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**Darling Starts a Porn Company**

The thing about fame is that it attracts all sorts, the eager and the hesitant looking to push their limits, the smart and the naïve, the good and the bad. Fame attracts them all, and it doesn’t really care about the wants or needs of anyone. I was a failed actor, so I knew all about this. I’d been on dozens of TV shows over the years, mostly playing “Clean-Cut College Student #3” or some other *totally* fleshed out role, and I’d even headlined a few pilots that never made it past a test audience. I knew the business, production, development, distribution. I knew fame just enough to know it avoided me like the plague. I knew that to be on the other side of the camera, to make it big that way, you need to have contacts that only fame could provide, which of course I didn’t have.

Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 7) [F][Reluc][Exh][ENF][Mast][Celeb?][FF][MF][Oral][College][SciFi][AltReal]

Back from a bit of a break. Work and life do tend to get in the way of an otherwise unpaid hobby. ;)

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**Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 7) [F][Reluc][Exh][ENF][Mast][Celeb?][FF][MF][Oral][College][SciFi][AltReal]**

Friday at eight, orientation and the first week, were finally over. At quarter ‘til, the girls were in their room, Kiera already naked, and Regina stripping down. Regina reached for her pajamas, the shorts and shirt that were her default, and Kiera made a face.

“What?” Regina asked.

“It’s the weekend. You’re not going to put on regular clothes?” The redhead said.

“I figured we were just going to watch TV. I’m not exactly up for going out tonight.”

Help writing my first erotic story!

Hi everyone,

I’m very excited to be writing my first erotic story. It’s already like 4000 words. It’s about me (27, FTM trans guy, pansexual) meeting my celebrity icon, Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco. He is openly pansexual, although he is married to a cis woman. He’s a big inspiration for the LGBTQ community for his song “Girls/Girls/Boys” which is about bisexuality. He gives fans a lot of material to work with for our fantasies. Regularly going toppless or in his boxers onstage, kissing his male band members on stage, the Girls/Girls/Boys video, periscoping while getting dressed etc. My story is titled “Girls/Girls/Bois”, referencing how some transmasculine folks refer to themselves as “bois”.

I’ve written most of the scenes leading up to the sexy part, except the balcony scene that gets into foreplay. I want to get some feedback on my writing, particularly on physical descriptions and my character’s visualizations of imaginary scenes. I want to make sure that I’ve set the scene well so that the reader gets a feel for the romantic ambiance of my settings, especially the bar where I proposition him and my hotel suite. I would especially like to hear form other queer writers. I don’t want to write my post here because I’m concerned people might copy it. If you want to help I can message you a PDF.