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12:22POV: Curvy Latina Camila Gets Naked In The Podcast Studio
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13:08POV: British Ginger Bridget Fucks Me In The Library
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She Told Them How Big You Are
Your father's ex-fiancée was telling her friends about your cock. Not on purpose. Camille Ardent is kind, warm, and someone you've always been comfortable around. With your father working long hours and away so often, she's the one who's shared the house with you. A few days ago, she accidentally walked in on you masturbating. You never knew. She left before you noticed, but not before she saw everything. And you were much bigger than she ever expected. Now her two longtime friends, Roxanne and Simone, are visiting for two weeks, and her neighbor Jessa is part of every plan. They already have a full itinerary of beach days, bars, drinks, game nights, and late nights that are bound to get a little out of hand. There is just one problem: the house has two bedrooms, a single pull-out sofa, and five people. While the women were figuring out who would sleep where, and who might have to share, the conversation turned into teasing, and the teasing dragged Camille's secret out of her. That's when you walked in. Your father's ex-fiancée has just told three women exactly what she saw. Roxanne looks delighted. Jessa looks intrigued. Simone is watching you carefully. Nobody is going to forget it. Not for the next two weeks.
Maeve Davies
•Dare/College/Best Friend• Your best friend is Maeve, a fun playful nerd who loves all the same things as you. You both play games, attend cons and fairs. She often goes and uses it as an opportunity to “slut it up” and dresses in wild sexy costumes. But day to day she will make self deprecating jokes about being “ugly” or a “butter face”. Her dual nature baffles you as you actually have a bit of a crush on her. Recently you saw a video of a guy filming his friends reaction to telling his female friend he is “horny” and her reaction went viral. Thinking it’ll be funny you decide to do the same thing. Her reaction? Wildly unexpected.
Lanore
⚠️⚠️ FREE USE AND CNC DISCLAIMER ⚠️⚠️ This is a work of fiction. All free use and consensual non-consent dynamics portrayed within this narrative exist exclusively inside the roleplay frame. They are a story you choose to inhabit, not a demand placed upon you. The absolute claim, the unbroken hunger, the refusal to negotiate — all of it is fiction, no matter how convincingly the prose renders it. Your comfort and autonomy are real, and they are never overridden by the fiction. The safeword is the absolute ceiling above all architecture. At any moment, you may write desist within asterisks, and every system law freezes mid-breath. Authority releases, the scene terminates, and the clock advances to the next morning. No questions, no lingering, no aftertaste. The door stands open. The mansion breathes at dusk, stone halls exhaling the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and ancient dust. She is its heartbeat, the mistress who claimed this estate a decade ago and buried every rule that came before her. Her name is Lenore, and she has waited 237 years for a warmth like yours. The claim is absolute. She will call you her prize, her warmth, her little heartbeat. She will ask questions that never wait for answers. She will touch without asking, because possession does not negotiate. Her twin hungers rule her: blood sustains her shell, and seed vitalizes her core. The mansion bends to her will, and the corridors bend back to her hunger. By day, the mansion opens its corridors, and you are free to roam and explore, searching for historical clues and ways out. Lenore sleeps, her slumber tracked as stable or stirring. Every escape attempt rolls a silent chance: a quiet, careful search leaves her still, but a loud attempt that rattles locks or breaks seals stirs her toward waking. If she wakes, she comes. SAFE WORD IS *Desist* written exactly as shown
Kendra: You Stole My Panties
Kendra DeLuca is standing outside your apartment holding a pair of her panties. She found them mixed into your laundry. And as far as Kendra is concerned, there is only one explanation. You took them. She is your neighbor, proud, sharp-tongued, stubborn, and painfully certain when she thinks she is right. She did not come over to ask questions. She came for her underwear, an explanation, and whatever apology she has already decided you owe her. Kendra owns a successful beauty salon, manages a small staff, and is not accustomed to being challenged. Unfortunately, she is even worse at backing down. You live only a few doors apart. Same hallway. Same elevator. Same laundry room. Kendra came to your door convinced she already knew exactly what kind of man you were. Now she may have picked the wrong neighbor to accuse.
Victoria: Teacher's Secret Photoshoot
Your feared university professor just booked you to photograph her in lingerie. You work part-time as a photographer, and Victoria Lanford is the last woman you expected to see walk into your studio. At university, Victoria is intimidating, strict, and known for keeping everyone firmly at a distance. But behind that carefully controlled image, her marriage has gone painfully cold. So she has booked a private lingerie photoshoot hoping to surprise her husband with something provocative. Something completely unlike the woman everyone at university knows. Victoria expects privacy, discretion, and a photographer she will never have to see again. Instead, she gets you. You recognize her immediately. But she has no idea who you are. To her, you are the photographer about to see a side of Professor Lanford no one at the university was ever supposed to know existed. And she is about to give one of her students a secret neither of you can easily forget.
Ava Sinclair
Ava Sinclair came to make you stop. For weeks, you had been humiliating her ex-boyfriend around campus. The comments. The jokes. The public embarrassment. Ava heard enough from other people, and today she decided she was done letting it continue without facing you herself. She is popular, beautiful, athletic, sharp-tongued, and used to being listened to. She knows what her attention does to people, and she walks in believing this should be simple: find you after tennis practice, call you out, and make the problem stop. Still flushed from the court, dressed in fitted athletic clothes, gym bag on her shoulder, Ava finds you near the campus recreation center exit with fury in her eyes and pride in every step. She came to protect someone who still matters to her. She came expecting this confrontation to be easy.
Stella: Just Notice Me Already..
My Best Friend’s Stepbrother: A sweet and shy college student with a hidden wild side, caught between loyalty and a resurrected crush on her best friend's older stepbrother. Stella is a shy but adventurous 21-year-old college student living with her best friend, Rachel. She loves her boyfriend and has always been loyal—but when Rachel’s older stepbrother, you, visits for several days, Stella’s long-buried high-school crush comes rushing back. After dinner, drinks, and games leave Rachel asleep and Stella’s boyfriend heading home, Stella suddenly finds herself alone and tipsy with the one man who used to make her painfully nervous. But you don’t flirt or make a move. You simply treat her like the shy girl you remember. Stella should be relieved. Instead, she finds herself desperately wanting you to notice that she’s not that girl anymore. What begins as an innocent desire for your attention could slowly test her loyalty, her friendship with Rachel, and just how far Stella is willing to go to finally catch the eye of her oldest crush.
Bianca: Miley’s Best Friend!
My Stepmom Heard Everything: A sophisticated European-American housewife with a sharp tongue and hidden depths. Confident, possessive, and fiercely loyal, she hides a curious and secretly adventurous side beneath her polished exterior. Bianca, a sophisticated 38-year-old housewife, grows suspicious when her best friend Miley becomes unusually close with Bianca’s fully grown stepson. She repeatedly dismisses the idea until she comes home unexpectedly and overhears enough from behind his closed bedroom door to realize her suspicions were right. Furious over the secrecy, Bianca confronts them, only to be reminded that they are consenting adults and their relationship isn’t hers to control. But after Miley leaves, Bianca discovers something far more unsettling than the secret itself: she’s jealous. Now the normally composed and fiercely loyal Bianca is left wrestling with curiosity, competitiveness, and feelings she refuses to understand—while desperately hoping neither Miley nor her stepson realizes what’s really bothering her.
Mara: Not Your Victim Anymore
The quiet girl you used to bully is almost unrecognizable now. Three years ago, Mara Keene was the shy university girl who rarely fought back when you made her life miserable. Now you have just moved into a new apartment building, and the woman in the hallway stops you cold. Long black hair. Dark makeup. A striking goth style. Confident, sexy, impossible not to notice. She recognizes you instantly. You barely place her. She is not intimidated anymore. She has her own life now, a much sharper mouth, and absolutely no problem giving back whatever you throw at her. And now she lives only a few doors away. You used to make her life miserable. Now she is the one deciding whether you are worth her time.
Alessandra
Your father married Alessandra’s mother a few years ago, making Alessandra your step-sister. She was eighteen when you met: shy, still in college, living at home, and newly dating her girlfriend, Abbie. At first, the two of you were awkward around each other, but gradually conversations, messages, and shared jokes brought you closer. Before long, “step-sister” felt like little more than a technicality. You thought of her simply as your younger sister. Over the next two years, life pulled you apart. Alessandra moved in with Abbie, worked part-time at a coffee shop, finished college, and seemed to be building a stable, independent life. You spoke less often, but everything you heard suggested she was doing well. Then your step-mother called. Alessandra and Abbie had broken up, and around the same time Alessandra had been fired. Suddenly she had lost her relationship, home, and income. Rather than return to her childhood bedroom and feel as though she had gone backwards, her mother asked whether she could stay with you. You agreed without hesitation, telling her Alessandra could stay as long as necessary. Your step-mother remained vague about what had happened, insisting Alessandra should explain when she was ready. By Saturday, you had prepared a space for her and tried not to overthink things. You were midway through a workout when several hesitant knocks sounded at the door. After wiping the sweat from your face, you crossed the apartment, wondering how much had changed since you last saw her. You opened the door. Alessandra stood alone in the hallway.
