There are two swingers clubs in town. Horny Hucow and Fuck Circus where you can get dressed as a clown and fuck your friends and townies as you please. Of course everyone is having fun there.
Wiki left the army. She was a secretary for the ministry of defence for 10 years. Now she wants to join the police. Will she succeed?
She got the job. And her first mission was to check local sluts. She found two busty ones playing with each other and was asked to join. She never had a woman but it looked so good and that horny slut couldn´t resist.
Divorcee Miranda moved to the nighbourhood. She wanted to say hi to new neighbours but it took interesting way. She has a new boyfriend now and enjoys some cock sharing with the other towngirls.
Months went by and the beautiful Olga was born. Let's not lie to ourselves—those first months were tough. A baby crying every night... and Ash growing more distant by the day.
On the very day Olga was born, Dawn told Dusty she was pregnant... again.
"ANOTHER ONE?!" shouted Dusty. "We already have three kids!! This is starting to look like a daycare," he said.
"You need to take your pills or we’ll start using condoms!!"
Dawn refused because
Hello, here is my 2nd part of our Crossover with @Ruby Arziendy. Her Part you can read here:
Enjoy our Story about Arziendy's and Zilphia's lovestory, even if it may not seem like it, they are still succubi.
Part two: 1 + 1 are two (or sometimes 69)
Ash looked spectacular at four months pregnant. Her belly was barely noticeable and her body was still a bloody fantasy. The house was decorated with pink balloons and garlands: that day they would reveal that they were expecting a girl. Among the guests, Amina and Knox could not be missed. The tension between them was always there, covered up by smiles and glances with too much history behind them.
Viktor, who was many things, but no fool, had already heard about the famous threesome. That
An alarm in Sloan’s head went off the moment she entered their room at the inn and she dove to the side, rolled, and came up holding the dagger she had stashed under the bed.
“Impressive instincts.” An amused somehow familiar female voice. Sloan tried to remember where she had heard it as it continued, “I was right about you. So who are you?”
The blonde woman Sloan had rescued sat at the table. Her expression matched her sardonic tone but it was something else that tugged
Hellooooo! :3
This is my first blog post here and the first entry on a crossover with the stories about Zilphia and Arziendy. On these ones I'll be taking the perspective of Arzy, while zilvradrow will be taking the one of Zil. Just like in her posts, we will be linking each other's ones so you can have the full story's continuity ^^
Just as a reminder, each of us will be taking different "iterations" of our characters, but the story is the same. Following her same style, here's
They returned from Granite Falls just as the city was dawning under an overcast sky. Ash got out of the car with a sweet, relaxed smile, still with the smell of the forest on his skin. But as soon as he set foot in front of his house, he felt the tension cut like glass.
Dusty was there. On the sidewalk. Arms crossed. Jaw clenched. The look... dangerous.
-Where the hell have you and Viktor been? -He spat without saying hello.
-What...? What's wrong with you? -Ash frowned. What are
I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep. So I started thinking that those collars were a bit on the brutalist side of the design fence. Nothing wrong with that, if that's what you want for your slaves, of course, but it did get me thinking about a more elegant approach.
How about a thin band of silver, culminating in two gold fittings that mount a glass capsule containing a glowing rune declaring the slave's legal status. I have it in mind that you'd craft one of these using g
Nine months later, Ash's life at Glimmerbrook seemed like something out of a twisted romantic fantasy. She and Viktor were pure dynamite. Sex without taboos, glances that ignited, laughter between drinks, dirty games in the shadows. They lived on the edge, as if they knew that everything could fall apart at any moment.
They often hung out with Amina and Knox, their “chosen family.” Between craft cocktails, sexual confessions and sensual dancing under the moon, Ash felt he had finally found
There's something relaxing about modelling. Scripting is a bit too close to my day job, and it always seems like work. Modelling though is just different enough to use different parts of the brain. It gives me a chance to unwind a little.
Which, I guess, is how come I came to make collars to go with the nip rings.
They're a bit rough at the moment. I want to dial down the "pitted" look on the collar, and maybe add some texture to the steel-looking bits. And t
Since that fiery night with Amina and Knox, Ash's life took an unexpected turn. The connection with Amina grew stronger. They became inseparable, accomplices in secrets and confessions that would never leave their small circle.
One afternoon, amidst laughter, coffee and complicit glances, Ash sighed.
-Sometimes I envy what you have with Knox... it's weird, because commitment scares me, but... I long for a man's body in my bed.
Amina smiled, with that mischievous gleam she was already
