An intimate memento. [FF] [Tentacles] [Fantasy]

‘What are you doing?’ snapped the exalted voice of one of The Gods’ representatives on earth, the noise, sounding like a whip-crack through the warm air of the modest tavern room, made Naamah leap to attention, slamming the lid down on the small, ornate box in front of her.

She turned, smiling, her face the very picture of innocence, if you ignored the fangs, curling black horns, and the little forked tail swishing nervously behind her, ‘nothing!’ she sang, ‘how’s things downstairs?’

Orlina shrugged off her shield of justice and hung her mace of face-smashing back onto her belt, ‘under control,’ she sneered, ‘you made quite a scene on entering.’.

Naamah kept her back pinned to the dresser, cocking her head, her too large, all black eyes absorbing any light that touched them. It was no surprise her mere presence had nearly started a riot, even with her powers choked by the enchanted, thick iron collar around her throat, she was an alluring sight. Slim, short, purple-skinned, wearing a tight top that left little to the imagination and exposed a toned, totally flat stomach (as succubi, born from unholy magics, don’t have belly buttons). Her breasts were small, but perky, and her hips flared out obscenely from the black leather trousers she wore, which were so close to her skin, you’d think she had to dress herself in oil each morning to slip into them. A mental image that she, no doubt, would happily encourage.

Something new. [MF] [Prost] [Anal]

‘What do you mean stale?’ Isabella shouted across the bedroom. She emerged from the bathroom, tying up her thick black hair with the ferocity someone might use to load a shotgun. Michael kept his bright, cool eyes on Isabella’s, such a dark brown they nearly looked black against her pupils. He spoke in his slow, measured way, as Isabella changed into scuffy pyjamas, the nice underwear she was planning on wearing, discarded to the en suite floor.

‘Honey-bunny….’ He started, before, with a hiss of breath, Isabella raised an index finger, ‘Don’t you use pet names on me!’

Michael waited a beat, and then continued, ‘It’s not you. I just want to try something new, something different.’

Isabella had been tightly wound, ready to respond to any personal attack, but as usual, Michael’s careful, easy responses disarmed her anger, and left her feeling rather foolish. She moved forward in silence and sat on the edge of their bed. Michael couldn’t help but gaze, even with her hair tied back with a bright purple scrunchie, her usually elaborate makeup removed, and dressed in an old T-shirt and some shorts, she still radiated beauty and warmth.

Something new [MF] [Prost] [Anal]

‘What do you mean stale?’ Isabella shouted across the bedroom. She emerged from the bathroom, tying up her thick black hair with the ferocity someone might use to load a shotgun. Michael kept his bright, cool eyes on Isabella’s, such a dark brown they nearly looked black against her pupils. He spoke in his slow, measured way, as Isabella changed into scuffy pyjamas, the nice underwear she was planning on wearing, discarded to the en suite floor.

‘Honey-bunny….’ He started, before, with a hiss of breath, Isabella raised an index finger, ‘Don’t you use pet names on me!’

Michael waited a beat, and then continued, ‘It’s not you. I just want to try something new, something different.’

Isabella had been tightly wound, ready to respond to any personal attack, but as usual, Michael’s careful, easy responses disarmed her anger, and left her feeling rather foolish. She moved forward in silence and sat on the edge of their bed. Michael couldn’t help but gaze, even with her hair tied back with a bright purple scrunchie, her usually elaborate makeup removed, and dressed in an old T-shirt and some shorts, she still radiated beauty and warmth.

Walk me home? [MF] [Vanilla] [Oral]

‘Thanks again for walking me home.’ Janet said, glancing up at her escort, ‘That party got pretty intense, huh?’ Roddy shrugged his shoulders loosely, ‘It was intense for you maybe, Princess.’

Janet scrunched up her small nose. She was a pretty thing, short, with a curvaceous figure, which had been described with such moving poetry as, “Built like a Cadillac”, to, “Phat assed.” Her face was decorated like someone had fired a shotgun full of freckles at her from point blank range, and her bright red gaur had been styled into loose, old fashioned curls. She wore a white and red spotted “swing” dress, and uncomfortable matching red heels.

The walk turned back into silence, as the miss-matched pair walked down the empty pavement, lights briefly making their features visible again. The odd car drifted past with a quiet rumble, but aside from that, it felt like a very private universe. Janet shivered and twisted the straps of her cheap handbag nervously, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the sudden, heavy weight of Roddy’s jacket draped across her shoulders. It smelt of cigarettes, cologne, and old, worn leather. She looked up at him, skeptical, and caught his grey eyes smirking down at her.
‘What?’ He sniffed. ‘You looked cold.’

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Walk me home? [MF] [Vanilla] [Oral]

‘Thanks again for walking me home.’ Janet said, glancing up at her escort, ‘That party got pretty intense, huh?’ Roddy shrugged his shoulders loosely, ‘It was intense for you maybe, Princess.’

Janet scrunched up her small nose. She was a pretty thing, short, with a curvaceous figure, which had been described with such moving poetry as, “Built like a Cadillac”, to, “Phat assed.” Her face was decorated like someone had fired a shotgun full of freckles at her from point blank range, and her bright red gaur had been styled into loose, old fashioned curls. She wore a white and red spotted “swing” dress, and uncomfortable matching red heels.

The walk turned back into silence, as the miss-matched pair walked down the empty pavement, lights briefly making their features visible again. The odd car drifted past with a quiet rumble, but aside from that, it felt like a very private universe. Janet shivered and twisted the straps of her cheap handbag nervously, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the sudden, heavy weight of Roddy’s jacket draped across her shoulders. It smelt of cigarettes, cologne, and old, worn leather. She looked up at him, skeptical, and caught his grey eyes smirking down at her.
‘What?’ He sniffed. ‘You looked cold.’

Walk me home? [MF] [Vanilla] [Oral]

‘Thanks again for walking me home.’ Janet said, glancing up at her escort, ‘That party got pretty intense, huh?’ Roddy shrugged his shoulders loosely, ‘It was intense for you maybe, Princess.’

Janet scrunched up her small nose. She was a pretty thing, short, with a curvaceous figure, which had been described with such moving poetry as, “Built like a Cadillac”, to, “Phat assed.” Her face was decorated like someone had fired a shotgun full of freckles at her from point blank range, and her bright red gaur had been styled into loose, old fashioned curls. She wore a white and red spotted “swing” dress, and uncomfortable matching red heels.

The walk turned back into silence, as the miss-matched pair walked down the empty pavement, lights briefly making their features visible again. The odd car drifted past with a quiet rumble, but aside from that, it felt like a very private universe. Janet shivered and twisted the straps of her cheap handbag nervously, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the sudden, heavy weight of Roddy’s jacket draped across her shoulders. It smelt of cigarettes, cologne, and old, worn leather. She looked up at him, skeptical, and caught his grey eyes smirking down at her.
‘What?’ He sniffed. ‘You looked cold.’

Classifieds [mF] [Preg] [oral]

Have you ever had that feeling like you’re being pranked?
Not like, your friend poured tabasco into your coffee while you were in the bathroom, pranked, but an elaborate, TV style of prank, one with a super high budget and multiple cameras.
That’s how AJ was feeling, looking at the woman across from him, as she beamed back at him like a classic Hollywood starlet.

‘So, will you impregnate me?’ She asked hopefully, fluttering her long eyelashes.

Andrew-James, or AJ to his friends, had seen her advert posted on an online classifieds site, one month prior to this surreal encounter. The message had been simple:

WANTED
Young, healthy man to impregnate me.
No strings attached.
Must provide medical records, including: Vaccination history, STD test, genetic screening, family medical history, and proof of a healthy diet and lifestyle.
Contact me through this website if interested.
SERIOUS ENQUIRIES ONLY.

He had sent off the first message out of sheer curiosity:
AJ: Is this legit?

He certainly hadn’t expected a reply so quickly:
MommaInTheMaking: Completely. Are you interested?

Classifieds [MF] [Impreg]

Have you ever had that feeling like you’re being pranked?
Not like, your friend poured tabasco into your coffee while you were in the bathroom, pranked, but an elaborate, TV style of prank, one with a super high budget and multiple cameras.
That’s how AJ was feeling, looking at the woman across from him, as she beamed back at him like a classic Hollywood starlet.

‘So, will you impregnate me?’ She asked hopefully, fluttering her long eyelashes.

Andrew-James, or AJ to his friends, had seen her advert posted on an online classifieds site, one month prior to this surreal encounter. The message had been simple:

WANTED
Young, healthy man to impregnate me.
No strings attached.
Must provide medical records, including: Vaccination history, STD test, genetic screening, family medical history, and proof of a healthy diet and lifestyle.
Contact me through this website if interested.
SERIOUS ENQUIRIES ONLY.

He had sent off the first message out of sheer curiosity:
AJ: Is this legit?

He certainly hadn’t expected a reply so quickly:
MommaInTheMaking: Completely. Are you interested?

Classifieds [MF] [Impreg]

Have you ever had that feeling like you’re being pranked?
Not like, your friend poured tabasco into your coffee while you were in the bathroom, pranked, but an elaborate, TV style of prank, one with a super high budget and multiple cameras.
That’s how AJ was feeling, looking at the woman across from him, as she beamed back at him like a classic Hollywood starlet.

‘So, will you impregnate me?’ She asked hopefully, fluttering her long eyelashes.

Andrew-James, or AJ to his friends, had seen her advert posted on an online classifieds site, one month prior to this surreal encounter. The message had been simple:

WANTED
Young, healthy man to impregnate me.
No strings attached.
Must provide medical records, including: Vaccination history, STD test, genetic screening, family medical history, and proof of a healthy diet and lifestyle.
Contact me through this website if interested.
SERIOUS ENQUIRIES ONLY.

He had sent off the first message out of sheer curiosity:
AJ: Is this legit?

He certainly hadn’t expected a reply so quickly:
MommaInTheMaking: Completely. Are you interested?