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Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

↳ “Then we need pics to judge” “As an actual therapist: you’re about to lose your license and your life” “If you die can I have your stuff” “OP are you writing a book because this reads like one” I groaned so loud the bed vibrated. Bree was still prancing in circles. (Mate! Date! Mate!) Verm flickered in, looking concerned {You okay?} “No. I’m crowdsourcing survival tips from strangers because I have a date with the guy who almost murdered me, then apologized so now my brain has decided he’s my soulmate.”

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

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by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

Lizz said shrugging. Great. No pressure. Fafnir is chuckling again, awesome, I get the dragon who is a joker. Shortly after they had decided on their heading Rex decided a topic change to lighten the mood was needed. “Anyone got any good stories before sleep?” At the everyone smiled. Charr was first to speak, he told of a time he went to fight a giant salamander and it ended up burning his bum during the fight. The story worked perfectly, everyone started laughing and seemed in a lot better of a mood.

Evi asked, adjusting her sitting position comfortably. "So, I was working overtime last night. On my way home, I heard a scream, when I saw that the direction of the sound was from the empty house that I often pass by. I peeked, eh there was a guy who shot a girl weyyy, imagine." explained Dita at length, with an expression that was difficult to interpret. "That's good," said Evi briefly. Making Dita roll her eyes. "Good you say?" asked Dita incredulously. "Yes, it's good, he shot his girl in an empty house. That's an effort that requires above average courage skills," Evi didn't understand what Dita meant by 'shoot'.

I joke. “We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.” “No fucking way,” I say. “Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks. “No. I just don’t want to do it.” “Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?” “Can’t be that much,” I quip. He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

Captions like: your man was here last night; ask him if I moaned louder than you do, and a selfie stamped ‘stop watching, start choking me. Fire emojis everywhere. Men begging to fuck. Women calling her queen. And there, buried in the worship, my husband, double-tapping like a fool. I shut the app and open his W******p again. The chat with her is right there, taunting me. I type before I can stop myself. ‘Let’s meet.’ My finger hovers over send, heart racing, but I hit send in a panic then delete the message. I tuck the phone under my pillow and wait. When the next reply comes I’ll be the one answering.