Integra muscle worship [femdom] [muscle worship] [fbb] [hellsing]

Devon was a handsome black man, very fit and used to women coming after him. He was an East Long chap, charming in a Ibris Elba sort of way. He tended to dress well and had a shaved head that was nice and smooth. He skin was smooth, due to taking care of himself and ample amounts of coco butter. He was a wander getting many Jobs throughout his life, never stay in one place long. His adventitious nature never would allow it.  He had to keep on moving. It just he didn’t know the destination. He figures he know it if he saw it. Lately he been doing the night gigs, as a driver.  Odd Jobs driving all sorts around. People didn’t like to take Jobs in this part of London.  Unsavory folks. Talks of strange beast and monster. Devon though wasn’t one to get scared.  He heard talks from fellow driver, whisper of a strip club with women like no other.  It was at an Abandon church that popped up every now and then. You needed a code.  It changes every night.  One day he heard it.  So, he parked his car after work.  It was a dead of night.  He walked out of his car. He was walking down a strange alley, following marking and signs that were supposed to lead him to this place. It was coded.  

Harry potter cuckold story

little commission I did

I was about a year since the Boy who lived had survived the attacks on Hogwarts and defeated his rival Voldemart.  He was currently living in a quiet cottage in Brittan surrounded by books.  Outside his window he could look at his Garden that was ripe, due to good farming and magic. He chewed on a glowing pair as he pulled out a quill writing his memoror

“Honey would you like one of the Butter beers” Hermione Said

She smirked as she whispered a spell of impudence over Harry Potter’s beer.  She was dripping it in for weeks to make him impudent in bed. It was all part of her plan to get his confidence down and to cuckold him.  Life hasn’t been exciting since the left Hogwarts. Harry had been ignoring her to write his memoir and do his studies. Whenever she wanted to go out. He would pushed up his glasses and said “There isn’t time Hermione…I much teach there next generation of Wizard and stop the darkness from rising”