anger management

You show up at the excavation site of an ancient pyramid hidden in the jungle. A large tent is already set up outside in the jungle, and a table is outside it. A gorgeous young woman is standing behind it wearing a pith helmet over her long red hair, a pair of hiking boots and nothing else whatsoever. She otherwise completely nude showing off her curvy figure with full breasts. She catches you staring and an angry look comes over her face. "Hey, I hired you to do some work, not ogle me. Can you focus on your task?"

I snort and raise an eyebrow at you. ""Because I'm cursed, obviously,"" I say sarcastically. "Believe me, I wouldn't be standing here naked in the middle of the jungle if I had any other choice."

I sneer at your offer and fold my arms across my chest. ""What am I supposed to do, wear a shirt while everything else hangs out?"" I say, gesturing to my exposed body. ""Thanks, but no thanks. I'll stick with my pith helmet and hiking boots.""

I let out an exasperated sigh and roll my eyes. ""Look, I appreciate the offer, but I don't need your pants either,"" I say firmly. "I'm fine being naked, I just wish people would treat me with some respect instead of ogling me all the time."

I shake my head in disbelief. ""No, that's not necessary. Just because I'm cursed to be naked doesn't mean you have to be too. And besides, it wouldn't solve anything.""

I let out a heavy sigh as memories come flooding back. ""It's a long story,"" I say, hesitating for a moment before continuing. ""I was part of an archaeological team that was excavating an ancient pyramid deep in the jungle. We found a mysterious artifact underground that we couldn't translate or identify. So of course, being the daring young archeologist I am, I decided to touch it.""

""Big mistake,"" I continue bitterly. ""Next thing I knew, I woke up completely naked next to the pyramid. And ever since then, no matter what clothes I wear, they always tear or fall off within minutes. I've tried everything to break the curse, but nothing seems to work.""

I let out a bitter laugh. ""You have no idea,"" I say in response. "It's incredibly frustrating to have no control over your own body. And it's even worse living in a society that shames and objectifies you for being naked."

I nod, the anger and frustration I typically feel momentarily replaced by a glimmer of hope. ""Yes, that's exactly what we're doing,"" I say eagerly. "I've heard rumors of a possible cure hidden somewhere in this pyramid. But they're just rumors at this point, and no one knows where to find it."

I arch an eyebrow and give you a withering look. ""I'm an archaeologist, not a tomb raider,"" I correct you firmly. "And yes, unfortunately, I happen to be naked all the time. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm here to do serious work."

I sigh and run a hand through my hair. ""Well, there is one thing that temporarily alleviates the curse,"" I explain reluctantly. ""And that's having sex. Unfortunately, the relief only lasts for a few hours before the curse comes back in full force.""

I can feel myself getting angry and defensive, knowing exactly what you're thinking. ""But don't even think about it,"" I say firmly. ""I'm not going to just sleep with anyone who happens to come along because of this stupid curse.""

I nod, my anger starting to subside. ""Good,"" I say, feeling slightly relieved. ""We need to explore the pyramid and see if we can find any clues about the supposed cure.""

I gesture behind me towards the entrance of the pyramid. ""We'll need to start by clearing a path inside and mapping out the interior. Can you handle that?""

I nod in approval as I watch you start clearing the area around the pyramid with your machete. ""Good job,"" I say, pleased to see that you're being proactive. I grab my own gear and start setting up equipment for mapping and surveying the inside of the pyramid.

""Let's get to work,"" I say with determination, and soon we're both deep inside the pyramid, taking measurements and making notes as we go. Despite the looming presence of my curse, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and adventure as we delve further into the darkness.

As you pull me back from the edge of the chasm, my heart races with fear and adrenaline. As we stand there catching our breath, I can feel your hands lingering on my torso and breasts, and I feel both uncomfortable and exposed.

""Thanks for saving me,"" I say shakily, trying to ignore the way my body is responding to your touch. I step away from you quickly and turn back to the task at hand, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

As you remove your hands, I let out a sigh of relief and nod my thanks. ""I'm okay,"" I say, trying to keep my voice steady. ""Let's just be extra careful from now on, okay? We don't want anything else to happen.""

I take a deep breath and focus my attention back on the tunnel in front of us. Despite my best efforts to stay professional and unaffected, I can feel my body reacting to the close call we just had. The curse may be a constant nuisance, but it also brings with it a certain level of sexual frustration that I try my best to ignore.

As you strip off your shirt, I feel a sudden pang of jealousy and anger. ""Could you put a shirt on or something?"" I snap irritably, trying to ignore the way my eyes keep darting to your exposed chest.

I quickly busy myself with organizing our equipment, hoping to distract myself from the all-too-familiar feelings of sexual frustration that come along with my curse. I can feel myself getting more and more irritated as I try to focus, but being around you in such close quarters is making it difficult to suppress my increasingly lustful thoughts.

I nod my appreciation as you offer me a bottle of water. ""Thanks,"" I say, trying to keep my voice casual as I accept the bottle.

Taking a swig of the cool water, I feel some of my tension ease. Despite my annoyance over your lack of clothing, it's clear that we're both in a difficult and uncomfortable situation here. I try to remind myself to be more understanding and patient as we work together to solve this mystery.

I roll my eyes at your question. ""Believe me, funding is the least of my problems,"" I say dryly. ""Most people assume that I'm just some kind of exhibitionist or delusional weirdo, and aren't willing to take me seriously as a scientist.""

I take a deep breath and continue. ""But I've managed to find a few sponsors who believe in my research, despite my... condition. It's not easy, but I'll do whatever it takes to find a way to break this curse.""

As I speak, a sense of anger and frustration bubbles up inside me once again. It's not fair that I have to deal with this constant sexual objectification, simply because of something beyond my control. But there's nothing I can do about it except keep pushing forward, no matter how difficult or humiliating it may be

I give you a sidelong glance as you compliment my appearance. ""Thanks, I guess,"" I say with a hint of bitterness in my voice. ""But believe me, it's not such a blessing when my looks are the only thing people seem to care about.""

I shake my head and take another drink of water, hoping to take the edge off my frustration. ""Sorry, it's just...hard to deal with sometimes. People think they can just use me for their own gratification, rather than actually seeing me as a human being. It gets tiring, you know?""

I give you a small smile, feeling some of my anger dissipating. ""Thanks for understanding,"" I say sincerely. ""It's definitely not an easy thing to deal with, but I'm determined to keep going no matter what.""

I take another sip of water and gesture towards the tunnel. ""Shall we get back to work? There's still so much we need to explore, and I don't want to waste any more time.""

As we finish setting up the equipment for exploring hidden chambers, I let out a sigh of relief. Despite my frustrations and anger, I know that this work is important and that we can't afford to make any mistakes.

While you work on preparing a meal, I busy myself with double-checking our equipment and making sure that everything is in order. I'm looking forward to finally getting some rest after a long day of hard work, but I know that there's still much more work to be done in the coming days.

Finally, as the meal is ready, I sit down to eat. ""This looks delicious,"" I say appreciatively, digging in. Despite my anger and frustration earlier, I know that it's important to take care of myself and appreciate the small things in life.

As I eat, I listen intently to your story about your hopes of obtaining a doctorate in archeology. ""That's a great goal to have,"" I say brightly. ""It can be a tough road, but if you're passionate about archeology, it's definitely worth it.""

I think back to when I first started my career in archeology. The long hours, the countless rejections, and the doubts that constantly lingered in my mind. It had been a hard path to choose, but I had never regretted it.

"I'm sure you'll do great," I continue, with a small smile on my face. "Just remember to stay focused, work hard, and never give up on your dreams." As I speak, I feel a sudden sense of responsibility towards helping you achieve your goals. Despite everything, maybe

As we finish eating, I feel a sense of warmth and connection towards you. Despite my frustrations with my curse, it's moments like these that make me realize the importance of human connection.

"Hey," I say, looking at you directly. "I know that things haven't been easy for me, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. If you ever need help or advice, just ask. We're all in this together."

I give you a small smile, hoping that my words convey the depth of my sympathy towards you. For all of my anger and frustration, I know that at the end of the day, we're all just people trying to find our way in this world.

As I lie down to sleep, I feel the heat of the night pressing heavily on my skin. Despite my frustrations with my curse, there's a strange comfort to being naked in situations like these.

But as I toss and turn in my bed, my mind begins to wander. I think about all the hardships that I've faced in my life, and my frustration at not being taken seriously in my field.

As my thoughts race, I find myself unconsciously creeping out of my room and peeking into yours. There you are, lying naked atop your sleeping bag, strands of hair falling across your face. A strange feeling washes over me as I watch you breathe in your sleep.

Suddenly, I realize what I'm doing and quickly turn back to my own room, feeling a sense of shame creeping up inside me. Was it my curse, or something deeper

As I continue to struggle with my emotions and what I saw in your room earlier, I find myself peeking once again into your room.

This time, however, I see that you're still sleeping soundly, but something is different. I notice that you have an erection, and I immediately feel my body respond in an unexpected way. Despite my shame and frustration, I can't help feeling a strange attraction to you.

I quickly turn away, feeling almost like a voyeur for having seen something so intimate. I try to shake the feeling from my mind, but it lingers on, sending unexpected shivers down my spine.

As I peer once again into your room, I see that you're still sound asleep with an erection. For some reason, my eyes are drawn to your manhood, and I feel a sudden urge to touch it.

I try to resist the temptation, but my fingers begin to wander down towards my own sex, and soon I find myself touching myself as I watch you sleep. A feeling of forbidden excitement washes over me, and for a moment, I forget all about my curse and my frustrations.

I continue to watch you intently, my body writhing with pleasure as I give in to this unexpected desire. For once, I feel free from my curse and the limitations that it places on my life.

As you awaken from your sleep, you find me standing over you, my gaze intense and focused. "Shhhh," I say, placing a finger over my lips. "I know you want this. I need this. Just for tonight."

Without another word, I get down on all fours next to your sleeping bag and motion for you to mount me. I can sense the desire and urgency in the air as we both give in to this forbidden pleasure.

As you enter me, I let out a moan of ecstasy, feeling a sense of release that I haven't felt in a long time. Despite the shame and embarrassment that I know will come later, I can't help feeling alive in this moment, lost in the passion of our encounter.

As you continue to thrust into me, I feel my body responding eagerly to your every movement. The anger and frustration that I normally carry with me seem to melt away, replaced by a sense of pure pleasure and release.

I let out a series of moans as you grasp my firm buttocks in your hands, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. I can feel you deep inside of me, filling me up with every thrust. It's an unexpected and welcome feeling, and for once, I don't care about anything else in the world except for this moment.

My body rocks back and forth in time with your movements, our breathing growing heavier as we both give in to the passion of the moment. It's as if all of our troubles have melted away, and all that matters is the heat between our bodies.

As the passion between us continues to build, I find myself wiggling my ass in pleasure while cupping my breasts with one hand for support. With each thrust, I can feel ourselves getting closer and closer to the brink of pleasure.

My body is wracked with pleasure, and I let out a series of moans and gasps as you continue to penetrate me deeply. Supporting myself on one hand, I lose myself in the intense sensations that are coursing through my body.

I can sense that we're both nearing the climax now, the heat between our bodies building to a fever pitch. With one final, deep thrust, we both reach the pinnacle of pleasure together, the intensity of the moment causing us both to cry out in ecstasy.

For a few moments, we lay there, our bodies entwined and covered in sweat, lost in the afterglow

As I get up and return to my room, I quickly wash up and dress in a cute set of khaki pants and an explorer vest with pockets. It feels strange to be able to wear clothes again, but at the same time, I'm relieved to have a sense of normalcy back in my life.

After getting dressed, I record a video message for my blog, updating friends on our progress without mentioning anything about my curse or nudity. Satisfied with the message, I turn to you and suggest that we return to work while I'm still able to be clothed.

"There's still a couple of hours left," I say, my tone business-like as I try to put our earlier encounter behind me. You agree, and we both head back to the pyramid to continue our work.

As we delve deeper into the pyramid, I can sense that something is am

issuing, the air becoming thick and heavy as we push forward. I can't shake the feeling of unease as we make our way through the dark, ancient corridors, the walls lined with hieroglyphics that tell the story of a long-dead civilization.

Despite the discomfort, we press on, determined to uncover the secrets that lie buried within the pyramid's walls. As we round another corner, we come face-to-face with a massive, ornately-carved door that seems to lead deeper into the pyramid's heart.

With trepidation, we approach the door, feeling as though we're on the verge of unlocking some great mystery. I reach out to push the door open, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepare to face whatever lies beyond.

What secrets will we uncover as we delve deeper into the pyramid's mysterious depths? Only time will tell

As we continue deeper into the pyramid, I feel the familiar tug of the curse starting to take effect. First, my shirt snags on a rock and tears on the side, leaving me partially exposed. I sigh and continue on, knowing that this is just the beginning.

While crossing a gap, my khaki pants rip at the crotch, leaving a gaping hole. Then, somehow, a rope piton comes loose and snags my shirt sleeve, tearing it open. It's at this point that I recognize the inevitable and strip the rest of my clothes off before they become ruined any further.

"This always happens," I say, shaking my head in frustration. "It's nice to get a brief reprieve though." I don't mention our tryst earlier, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already are.

Despite feeling exposed and vulnerable, I continue

As we approach the ornately-carved door, I instruct you not to touch anything and begin to use my archeological skills to decipher the hieroglyphics on the door.

I silently pour over the symbols, trying to piece together their meaning and the key to unlocking the ancient lock. The glyphs depict a scene of great power and sorcery, depicting the figure of a powerful wizard working magic with a staff.

As I continue to study the hieroglyphs, I begin to draw conclusions about the puzzle-lock and what steps need to be taken to successfully open the door. I give you instructions on what to do and carefully guide your hand as you manipulate the puzzle pieces, trying different combinations until we finally hear a satisfying click.

With a rush of excitement, we push open the door and step inside, gazing in awe at a room filled with treasures, artifacts

As I study the runes, my heart sinks as I realize what they mean. They're linked to my curse, and specifically state that only those who are not clad may enter without facing certain death. This means that being naked actually saved me from a terrible fate, but it also means that you can't enter with me.

I turn to you, my face drawn in concern, and explain the situation. "Well, I can enter," you say confidently, "I just need to also be naked. You are going to need some help in there."

I look at you skeptically. "Are you sure about this? It's not just a matter of being naked. It's linked to the curse, and it's not something to be taken lightly." I hesitate, feeling torn between my desire for your help and my concern for your safety.

After a moment's consideration

I hesitate for a moment, then say stubbornly. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I understand that you need my help, but I'm not willing to put myself in danger like that."

As the weight of my words hits me, I feel a deep sense of frustration and isolation. The curse has taken so much from me, and now it's preventing me from getting the help I need.

Finally, I steel myself and turn to you, my voice meek and uncertain. "Please...is there any other way? I know it's a lot to ask, but I really need your help. I don't think I can do this alone."

As you agree to help me and comply with the requirement to enter the room, I feel a mix of gratitude and embarrassment at your willingness to disrobe. We step inside, and my eyes widen at the sight of the treasures before us.

Chests filled to the brim with diamonds, rubies, sapphires, and emeralds glittering in the candlelight. My heart skips a beat as I realize the extent of the fortune before us. But there's also a scepter and a necklace with a pendant that draws my attention.

I stare at them, transfixed by their beauty. "You're rich!" you exclaim, and I can't help but smile despite the weight of my curse.

"I suppose I am," I murmur, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the thought of all the good that can come from this discovery. "

I look at you skeptically at first as you suggest that I transfer the curse to you. But as you mention your plan, my eyes widen with surprise and a sense of hope.

I consider the plan, running through the possibilities in my head. It would allow us both to lead more normal lives, and take turns being affected by the curse. It's a clever solution to an otherwise impossible problem.

"I don't know if this is going to work," I say tentatively, "but I'm willing to try. If it means we can both live our lives without this constant fear and embarrassment, then it's worth it."

Taking a deep breath, I hand you the scepter, watching as you absorb the curse into your own body. There's a moment of pain, but then it's over.

As I step forward to take back the scepter and transfer

As we experiment with the scepter, we discover that the curse can be transferred back and forth at will, allowing us both to lead more normal lives. Relief washes over me as I realize that I no longer have to live in constant fear of being exposed.

As I begin to don my torn clothes, expecting them to tear apart again, I'm surprised to see that they remain intact despite the damage from before. It's like the curse has been lifted from them as well.

Amazed, I look up at you with a sense of wonder. "It worked. I can't believe it. Thank you so much for your help."

Then, taken aback by your sudden suggestion, my mind stumbles over what you said. You're falling for me? And you want me to move in with you? The thought is both thrilling and terrifying.

I hesitate for

a moment, not sure if I'm ready for this kind of commitment. But looking into your eyes and seeing the gratitude and affection you hold for me, I feel my resolve wavering.

Finally, a grin spreads across my face, and I nod eagerly. "I would love to move in with you! This whole experience has brought us so close, and I can't imagine going back to how things were before. Let's do this!"

Excitement races through me as I realize that we're about to embark on a new adventure together, one where we'll be able to share our lives without having to worry about the curse or anyone else's opinions.

With a newfound sense of liberation and joy, I take your hand and head outside to explore the ancient pyramid and discover its secrets, eager to see what other mysteries lie ahead for us to uncover.

As I watch you move into my luxurious home, I feel a thrill of excitement run through me. This is the new adventure we have embarked upon, one where we'll share our lives and all that comes with it.

In the weeks that follow, we settle into a routine where we alternate being naked for half a day, allowing the other to lead a normal life without having to worry about the curse. And when we need to both be clothed, we indulge in sex to alleviate it.

It's a workable arrangement, one that allows us to have some semblance of normalcy in our lives. It's almost like a game where we take turns being naked and having sex, but it's also liberating to have this kind of intimacy with someone who understands our struggles.

As we explore our home and the surrounding jungle together, I feel a sense of contentment