This story is a work of fiction. Similarities between characters or events to persons living or dead in your world are purely coincidental. All individuals featured engaging in explicit actions are aged eighteen or above. Those who have not played Persona 5 Royal beforehand shall find themselves spoiled. Only those who have agreed to the above have the privi...
Lucy crawled out of her bunk to answer the door. Pulling it open to stop the banging, she grimaced at one of the nightshift servers as he passed her two cups of coffee. "Shift change in half an hour, Lucy." "Thanks Alex... it always comes around so quick." He shrugged his shoulders and moved off to start banging on the next door. "I guess someone missed o...
Lydia sat on the couch and fiddled with her skirt. "What's up?" "Teach me to do anal." Elunara blinked. "Well, then." She blushed. "I... liked..." "Don't have to explain." Elunara shook her head. "I will teach you this on one condition." "Alright." "You'll go back to training." Lydia jolted. "What?" She shook her head. "No! I HATE it! You said that...
Sherri Kimbelsen stood silent and completely naked at attention in front of Flash Johnson's desk in the vacant gymnasium. The day before, she had officially completed a three-week weight loss program that allowed her to tone and tighten up her body and lose a pesky 25 pounds. Now weighing in at a svelte 113, the beautiful buxom blonde with the killer legs wa...
I typically dress rather conservative in public when it comes to my leather. I will wear my boots, coat and gloves, but that is usually it. I have on occasion worn my black leather jeans that I had made to fit like my Levi 527's, but only if we are going to a bar or a concert -- it has to be dark and after-hours as these things fit me very tight, leaving not...
Edited by tangentjoker. Great Job, thank you. ---------- Todd woke up, Wednesday morning, with a strange feeling around him. His eyes were still closed when he detected there were no warm female bodies around him as there usually were. He didn't like it but thought the girls might have reasons not to cuddle with him, attempt to give him a blowjob or caress...
John wiped his forehead on which beads of sweat were beginning to form. He was waiting for the subway after staying late in the office, and the midsummer weather was keeping the underground terminal air thick with humid heat. It was late and he had effectively skipped on dinner, opting instead for a coffeeshop muffin. The napkins that came with it served to...
I'm a transsexual. I make no excuses about it – I love being feminine, feeling like a woman, wearing women's clothing, especially the short mini-skirts with a slit up the thigh, thigh-high stocking, heels, and very sexual bikini panties, with my hard cock straining to escape. I feel beautiful as a woman. I'm kinda tall in my three-inch heels, about 5'11," 1...
It was a strange train ride to begin with. The Metro North is always packed to the brains with every type of person you can think of heading home from the City, but tonight I couldn’t even seem to find a seat. I hate having to sit with someone I don’t know; they invariably turn out to be some sort of schizophrenic who won’t shut up, asks you strange question...
30 degrees. Day after day. Relentless. Men with sweat-soaked backs, women with rivulets of sweat running between their swaying breasts. Slow trains, uncomfortable closeness, and the slow languid appreciation of people wearing not much at all. I know nothing about pheromones, but I swear the air was heavy with them. It's like, without anyone actually being...