A freaky and uncanny narrator, insane in appearance, yells a hopeless warning to readers: they must go away while they still can! The story he's about to report is exceptionally gruesome and, most of all, dangerous... Long before, in a wonderful Lombard Manor, the corpses of three people were found viciously mangled by the blade of a knife. The condition of the dead bodies, belonging to the architect of the Manor, Violet, his girlfriend Mary Ella and the buyer's son Manuel, had been allocated to Violet himself presumably in a jealous rage, having caught the two cheating lovers in the act and then killing himself after the vicious deed. Nonetheless, the bloody curtain seems to re-open three centuries later on another soon-to-be-married couple living in that same house: a dear friend of our narrator's, Casqual, and his fiancee Q. Ella Meri. These two, after inviting the narrator and his bride-to-be to the mansion, along with an old Professor and his wife and two more friends, delight in building a scenario of what really might have happened a long time before and wondering how the murky persona of a lutist, inventor of “the countervailed lyre”, a peculiar instrument able to measure the weight of air, might have shaken up the situation. In a whirlwind of betrayals, dangerous erotic games, secret doors and lies, an even wider bloody shadow expands over the characters of this story, until the beginning melts with the end and the horrific initial warning no longer appears so absurd and senseless. Will you manage not to die...of fright? The weight of air is waiting for you, carrying all its consequences.
Modernism is usually thought of as a shock wave of innovations hitting art, architecture, music, cinema and literature - the work of Picasso, Joyce, Schoenberg, movements like Futurism and Dada, the architecture of Le Corbusier, T.S. Eliot's The Wasteland and the avant-garde theatre of Bertolt Brecht or Samuel Beckett. But what really defines modernism? Why did it begin and how long did it last? Is Modernism over now? Chris Rodriguez and Chris Garratt's brilliant graphic guide is a brilliant exploration of the last century's most thrilling artistic work - and what it's really all about.
Stranded alone with my mother in a Mexican airport, my mom kicked off her shoes and fell asleep on my lap. She was wearing a beautiful sundress, silky panties and nothing else.
She’d asked me to rub her feet. I did until she’d fallen asleep. Then I worked my way slowly up her dress, ever careful that she didn’t awaken.
There was no one around but us and the janitor.
Did I dare? How far could I go?
Damn it! We'd missed our flight home. Mom and I had been vacationing in Mexico and we'd just missed our flight. We were informed by the airport staff that we'd need to wait until morning for the next one.
But we'd already checked out of our hotel room and there was no where to go.
"Guess we're going to have to stay here," mom said, shaking her head.
Mom was a very pretty lady. She'd had me when she was quite young and so she was still in the prime of her life. Every morning without fail she practiced her yoga routine. She also jogged and did a bit of weight lifting. All that amounted to a very hot, 45-year-old MILF of a mother.
For as long as I could remember, I'd been attracted to her. She was always wearing some kind of sun dress. She loved those. Right now she was wearing a very pretty red one with some kind of floral pattern.
I wasn't surprised when she yawned and said she was going to get some shut-eye. But I was surprised when she kicked off her shoes and laid down next to me, propping her feet up on my lap.
"Feel free to rub them," she giggled, wiggling her bare feet. Of course, she really didn't expect me to.
But God damn if her heel didn't dig right into my crotch.
"Sure," I said and began lightly running my hands all over her feet. She didn't know it, but I had a foot fetish. And her feet were absolutely gorgeous.
She laughed. "You don't have to, Dirk. But you're a good boy."
I watched her close her eyes as I continued rubbing my mom's sexy feet. My cock grew harder and harder and I had to reposition her feet. After several minutes of this, I was sweating and my cock was about to explode.
That's when I noticed that she was already breathing shallowly. Mom was already asleep!
My mind whirled as I thought of all the naughty possibilities. I glanced around the room and saw that other than a janitor in the corner, we were all alone.
Did I dare?
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