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Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 50

I didn’t care if Jared was sweaty. Or smelly. I just cared that he was here with me and that we were okay. My fingers played with the fabric of his shirt not wanting to let him go. I wanted to stay comfortably in his lap.

“I want to get you in bed, take a very quick shower then crawl in next to you.” He said, tilting my chin down and kissing my lips, “C'mon baby girl, it’s late. Up you go.”

I wanted to say ‘no’, to tell him how I felt but instead listened. I wanted to get back to what was familiar, what drew us so closely together in the first place. I craved my Sir.

“Yes, Sir.” I said quietly as I reached up for another kiss.

Sliding off his lap to stand, Jared was right behind me. Not wanting to break contact any more than I did, he placed his warm hand at the base of my neck. His thumb caressing my skin as we walked together made me happily sigh. Closing my eyes, his dominant touch gave me such a sense of peace and security.

I waited next to him as he pulled the blankets on the bed back then fluffed the pillow before turning his attention back to me.

“I won’t be long, baby girl.” Jared said quietly, his hands resting at my hips, “Don’t feel like you have to wait up.”

Before I could speak, a yawn snuck up on me right in his face. Internally, I cringed. Not my most graceful moment, that’s for sure.

“I’m sorry..” I said embarrassed as I covering my mouth with my hand ; my yawn turning into a giggle, “That was attractive.”

“You’re always beautiful, even when you’re yawning in my face.” Jared whispered with a smile, “C'mon sleepyhead.”

I could almost feel the ease falling over us and it honestly made me feel so light. So relaxed, comfortable.

Jared reached for the tie on my robe pulling it apart and allowing it to fall open. Even though the room was dim, I could see his eyes darken as he gazed at my naked body. That look in his eyes, instantly sent a pulse of desire through my entire being. Taking one lapel in each hand, he gently pushed the fabric off my shoulders then tossed it on the foot of the bed.

“God you’re beautiful…” Jared murmured as he took a step closer, slipping his hands around my waist.

Pulling my body to him, his hands began to wander across my skin. Pressing his nose against my neck, I could feel his breath flutter on my skin between kisses. My arms wrapped around his waist and as I pushed myself to him, my need to be close to him taking my senses over.

Standing there together as we gently touched, trading kisses between murmured sighs, I could feel my anticipation running down the inside of my thighs. Shifting my stance just slightly, I could feel his stiff cock against my hip as I rocked my hips into him.

I was glad I wasn’t the only one completely turned on, it was almost embarrassing how quickly my body reacted to his touch.

“Mine…” Jared murmured.

“Yes, yours..” I whispered, “Only yours.”

I kissed along Jared’s shoulder while my hands delicately wandered across his back. I wanted all of him. The feel of his fingertips tracing and invisible path up my arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake, thoughts of sleep were the last thing on my mind. Right now, I was totally consumed with him.

“Baby..” Jared whispered as he pulled slightly back.

Bringing his hands to circle my collarbone, he using his thumbs to caress my cheeks as he brought his lips to mine. I parted them, waiting for him to taste me again but instead I felt him pull back a little further as he brought his forehead to mine.

Even remotely backing away was definitely not what I was expecting.

“Time for bed, baby girl.” He said, gently kissing my lips, “Let me tuck you in.”

Wait….what was that?! I didn’t understand.

“But..but… No, please…”

That’s what I said to him. What I was actually thinking was ‘What. The. Fuck.’

I didn’t want sleep, I wanted him. I wanted to fuck away the memories of the day. Passion gave way to anger as he took a small step back, giving me room to step around him so I could get into bed. It took all I had not to grab onto his shirt and hold him to me.

I had every intention of obeying him ten minutes ago, before he riled me up. Now, I was second guessing.

“I told you, I’ll be quick.” He said stepping back further, “In you go.”

I stood rooted in place, hoping the unhappiness I felt at the moment was showing clearly on my face. I was literally on the verge of tears and a temper tantrum. For once today, I’d like ONE thing to go my way.

“Are you disobeying me?” Jared said, pulling his shoulders back and standing up straight.

As he cocked his head, his blue eyes wide, he was daring me. It only took our eyes connecting and I relented. I didn’t want to argue, there had already been plenty of that today. I didn’t want to be punished either.

With a sigh of resignation, I sat on the edge of the bed then lifted my feet up to slip between the blankets.

“Good girl.”

I was going to give it one more try despite knowing I’d be pushing my luck. I had to.

“Can’t I join you?” I asked, my fingers touching his as I looked up, hopeful he’d say what I desperately wanted to hear.

“No, baby. I’ll be quicker if you’re in bed.” Jared said with a sly smile.

I didn’t like that response but I knew better than to push any more. His decision was made and the discussion is over. Anything further from me would likely not go over well.

With a huff, I fell back into the pillows. Jared reached for the edge of the blankets, pulling them over my legs then tucking them around me.

“Good girl.” Jared said, kissing me on my forehead, “I won’t be long, I promise.”

Turning on his heels, he was already pulling his shirt over his head as he walked into the bathroom.

I had no other choice but to lay in bed and stew. It was beyond me how he could turn his body off like a light switch the way he does. At this point, I didn’t have that same talent. My pussy was still wet and aching with need and I was frustrated. With no other options, I curled on my side and closed my eyes, doing my best to calm myself down.

Aside from the sound of the water running in the shower, the room was dark and silent. Concentrating on that, I felt myself slowly drift into peacefulness as I waited for Jared to finish and finally join me.

It wasn’t until I felt his arm sliding under my head and his warm body against mine that I realized he was done and in bed with me. I must have dozed off after all.

With the arm he slipped under my head holding me in place against him, he used the other to move my long hair from my neck. In the most delicate touch you can imagine, he brushed his fingertips down my neck and across the ridge of my collarbone. Continuing down my chest to circle my nipple.

“Mmmm, your here..” I whispered as his fingertips then journeyed down my ribs and across my hip.

“I’m here, baby girl.” Jared replied as his hand reached my knee, pulling it back and allowing my leg to fall over his.

Parting my legs, I softly moaned in anticipation as his flattened hand smoothly glided up the inside of my thigh and gently towards my opening.

“I’m sorry baby,” Jared said as he kissed my neck then nipped at my shoulder, “Did I wake you?”

That feeling when you’ve got a shit load of stuff for your US History 2 Final.

A damn 50 question test.

Fucking essay that has to be four pages (At least it’s double spaced)

And picking 32 of the most important Events from after WWII and writing a paragraph summary about them all. THEN picking our top four to write a page summary for each.

“You’re juniors in an hours US History 2 class. This should be easy” he says.

NOT WHEN WE HAVE TWO WEEKS OF SCHOOL LEFT, STILL 1990 TO LEARN ABOUT, AND OTHER FINALS.

SORRY. RANT OVER.

being bi and trans is weird bc i feel like i have to downplay my attraction to men to be taken seriously AS a man, and then i feel like im Too Straight if i only talk about women even tho im pretty 50/50. sucks 2 suck i guess.

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Jesper released a growl of frustration. “If this is your city, what’s left of it? You gave up your shares in the Crow Club and Fifth Harbor. You don’t have a gang anymore. Even if you escape, Van Eck and Rollins would sic the stadwatch and half the Barrel on you again. You can’t fight them all.”

“Watch me.”

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Close enough

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Chainmail myths and the foibles of “historical testing”,

Chainmail armor is perhaps the most misunderstood type of armor in history, often viewed by people who don’t know much about ancient or medieval weapons as a low quality lesser form of armor. Unfortunately nothing could be further from the truth, and the reputation of chainmail has suffered as a result. Typically when one thinks of chainmail one thinks of Europe and the Middle Ages. In fact, chainmail has been used all over the world by many cultures and dates to ancient times, including civilizations such as the Ancient Celts (who possibly invented mail), Ancient Rome,Medieval Europe, the Middle East, North Africa, India, Southeast Asia, China, and Japan.  Chainmail was even used by warriors in remote areas well into the 19th and early 20th century. Today chainmail is still in use, used by butchers and meatpackers to protect from accidental cuts, used in stab resistant vests employed by law enforcement, and even used by divers to protect against shark bites.

There are many reasons why chainmail is looked down upon by modern peoples uneducated on the effectiveness of ancient or medieval armor.  Contributors include movies and video games.  One common source which I feel contributes the most to the chainmail myth is modern “historical testing” of chainmail armor, often on TV shows such as on the History Channel, Discovery Channel, or the many Youtube videos on the subject.  Typically what occurs in this testing is that a so called historian or expert will test a piece of replica chainmail against replica weapons.  To the amazement of the viewer, the mail is sliced to smithereens with a sword, skewered like a kabob with spears, and pierced to death with arrows.  To the uneducated viewer, it would seem that chainmail was a completely useless type of armor, and even the most reputable of sources makes similar claims, that chainmail was deficient and was not effective for protection.  I can think of no better example than this clip from a History Channel show, the testing of which begins around 2:50.


There is a problem with the idea that chainmail was ineffective, and even basic reasoning and logic should expose that problem.  After all, if chainmail was so ineffective, why did anyone bother to wear it into combat? Why did knights, nobles, and soldiers spend fortunes on chainmail when it was almost useless?  Why would cultures across the world spanning thousands of years bother using it if it didn’t do its job of offering bodily protection?

The truth of the matter is that in reality, chainmail was exceedingly effective for its purpose, and in the cultures that it was used, in the time periods it was used, it was often among the best if not the very best option available. A warrior who went into battle wearing mail had a much greater advantage over opponents with lesser armor or no armor at all. So why do these “historical tests” often show it as being ineffective? First, it must be known that there are two basic types of historical chainmail, butted and riveted. There is a third type, welded mail, but this is mostly a modern creation that wasn’t used in history. Butted chainmail is a constructed out of wire bent into rings with the ends touching. The wire ends are abutting hence the name “butted” mail. There’s nothing fastening the two ends together, thus butted mail tends to be very weak and easy to damage.

The other common type is riveted chainmail. Riveted mail consists of metal rings that are fastened together with a metal pin or rivet.  As a result, riveted mail is much stronger than butted mail, in fact it’s typically 10 to 15 times stronger. Generally speaking riveted mail also tends to have a denser weave using better quality materials.

Butted chainmail really only has one purpose; as costume armor.  It is not meant to be used as real protective armor, and there are only a few examples throughout history of butted mail being used in combat.  Soldiers, knights, and warriors throughout history almost always used riveted mail due to its strength.  I cannot stress this point enough, butted mail is not real armor.  It is cheap costume armor produced for collecting, LARPing, cosplay, trick or treating, or perhaps ceremonial purposes.  It is not made to protect someone in combat. I should also note that in combat a suit of mail was typically not worn alone, but often worn with a padded jacket such as a gambeson. This not only added extra protection, but prevented chaffing and discomfort.

So in historical tests performed on TV or Youtube, what type of armor is most typically used? Well, whether its ignorance or because the producer bought a cheap piece of armor in order to save a few bucks, more likely than not butted mail will be used.  Thus why such experiments often have terrible results.

Unfortunately there are few tests using actual chainmail armor with riveted links.  However those few that do exist have a totally different story to tell and show just how effective chainmail really is.

In this video a person actually wears a suit of riveted mail while his friend stabs him with a knife.

I would suggest checking out some youtube channels such as skallagrim, the metatron, scholagladiatora, ThegnThrand, knyghterrynt, and shadiversity.  They do a good job dispelling the many myths about ancient and medieval weapons and armor, as well as giving loads of quality historical information.

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