And they all describe the moment of waking to it, this moment when the world changed and was never the same again. When they heard the Hum. The Taos H...m, they call it. Government conspiracy, they say. Weather modification experiments. Weapons tests. Some secret submarine base at the South Pole. Big machines tunneling under the earth. Something alive living below the crust. Almost as many reasons for the Hum as there are people who hear it.”“Is it bullshit?”“I dunno. The people who call in, on. The darkness and the hypnotic rhythm of my own hand took over, and I tuned out for a few minutes. Part of me wanted to play with myself, but at the same time I didn’t want to get distracted from the task at hand.Making my brother cum was the most important thing I’d ever done - in many ways, it felt like the reason I existed. After all, I was a woman - every part of me was designed for a male’s pleasure. Every part of me existed to make men cum. My hands, my body ... my mouth.Nothing else. "Your mind is mine." Four words. Leading you forward, I ease you down on the bed, savouring your whimper as I strip off your clothes. The hair on your cunt glistens in the piercing light; turning you on your back, I can't help but notice the telltale pucker of your cunt lips as I cuff your legs wide. A whisper escapes your mouth. "Please, what are you...," but the sentence is rudely interrupted by the muffling effect of my balls in your mouth (another of your specific requests; clearly,. Her shirt and bra had fallen off somewhere in the flurry of undressing eachother. My overshirt, undershirt, her shirt and bra, were all off in about 30 secconds. I looked at her beautiful breasts, even with the little ammount of moonlight trickling in through the window, I could see nearly every detail about her upper body. I had only seen her tits once before, when she was dared to flash me at a party. Both times we were in the dark, with only moonlight to illuminate us. She laid back down.