Meu nome é Rafael, tenho 18 anos e moro com meus pais em uma cidade do Brasil. Nunca acreditei em bodyhoppers ou possessões, mas sempre gostei das histórias e hentais sobre esses assuntos. Elas sempre foram picantes, mas é claro que sempre foram e sempre seriam histórias, certo? Tenho uma namorada de 18 anos. Morávamos na mesma cidade e, mesmo assim, fazíamo...
Los personajes son mayores de 18 años. Los hechos ocurren después de que Ann se une al equipo, ahora formado por Ren (Joker), Ryuji (Skull), Mona y ahora Ann, después de salvarla de las manos de la sombra de Kamoshida, han realizados varias excursiones al interior del castillo, sorteando diferentes problemas y volviéndose mas fuerte y mas unidos como amigos,...
Você estava no seu quarto, sozinho e entendiado, sua vida era chata e sem graça, você não tinha ninguém para conversar e ninguém para se "divertir" e por isso ficou mexendo no seu celular sem parar, afim de pelo menos sem entreter lendo fics eróticas e assistindo xvideos e hentais, num no entanto isso não te satisfazia mais, você sentia que queria...
She decided to skip the first door. Too many would have stopped. Not the second door either. Maybe her nerves were getting the best of her. She shifted to the right side of the hallway, slinking across the red carpet. A woman dressed in head-to-toe leather skirted past on the left. The woman wore a black mask, shaped in the face of a deer, with golden antler...
Hi guys, I'm back, still alive. I'd somehow managed to fall asleep in my husband's arms, cuddled next to him, in his ICU bed. After a comfortable few hours of much needed rest, I awoke to the sound of rattling, knocking, only it wasn't coming from the locked door. "Knock, bang, clank, bang," the noise was coming from the opposite wall. "Screech." The large...
I struggle against the ropes tied around my hands and feet. It is no use; no matter how hard I tried, I cannot free myself. So far my venture into adulthood has began rather horridly. My eighteenth birthday was celebrated with my social worker smiling as I signed paperwork and my foster parents slipping me a twenty as they wished me well in life. My social w...
She still had her key, but after living away from home for two years, Lisa felt weird about barging in. The house looked smaller than she remembered, and shabbier. Not that her apartment was any suite at the Four Seasons. The place hadn't changed; she had. If she needed more proof of it, she got it when she knocked and Mom opened the door. Mom's welcome d...
As I stood outside my parents’ house, waiting after I rang the doorbell, I smiled to myself as I thought about my plan for the Summer. It was the last day of exam period at university, and it had been a long few months – I was entirely ready to waste away in my room, become nocturnal, and play video games with my friends every waking hour. But then the door...
You step through the maze of people. Your unremarkable shoulders bump into theirs as you try to head home after a long day at work. You are a twenty-five years old guy working at a rundown pizza joint. That one of your father's friends owns, Jake Johnson. He is a massive balding bully to everyone but the hot female workers. But his bullying antics always app...
"Three months, three months since I've moved here yet I've still not unpacked everything," you mumble to yourself "Slacker as always". Looking around your one bedroom apartment you notice not much has changed. Packing boxes are still piled unopened in the corner, at least the important stuff is set-up you think to yourself noticing the du...