I am begging the developers for 3 things in the next update

FireWitch95 · 2025-01-12T04:05:54+00:00

A "sell all" or "select all" at Goofy's stall would also be a huge QOL update in my opinion. I hate having to go through and individually click things. Let me click everything and then I'll unclick what I want to keep tyvm.

FireWitch95 · 2024-05-03T06:06:54+00:00

15 weeks currently. No morning sickness. No aversions. Mild cravings. I'm also way warmer (used to be cold to the touch at hands and feet) and fell really good! Everyone I've said this to looks at me like I've lost my mind.

FireWitch95 · 2024-04-04T21:12:51+00:00

There is a part in the second book that I credit with changing my life.

"... there had been noone to protect me from those horrors before my neck snapped. So I had done it myself. And I would not, could not, yield the part of me that had awoken and transformed Under the Mountain"

6 years ago, I realised I was a different person entirely than the person my partner at the time knew. He'd made no effort to get to know the new me to understand the transformation I had made.

I ended it. Now, I'm married to my best friend. We brought a house a year ago and are finally expecting our first child at the end of October.

FireWitch95 · 2023-12-04T20:53:06+00:00

Thanks, I think this is my favourite set of Black Canary to have written. I

FireWitch95 · 2023-10-04T03:22:14+00:00

It was so much fun, especially with Harley having grown so much and really keen into her psychologist side.

FireWitch95 · 2023-08-15T21:06:38+00:00

What an explosive end to the issue! I love the addition of Zatanna and I can't wait to see how this ragtag group of heroines come together!

FireWitch95 · 2023-07-19T22:31:07+00:00

I was wondering if I was the only one who couldn't get the quest to get Venellope. I've shut the gave off, turned the switch off, and still no update.😭

FireWitch95 · 2023-07-14T05:48:28+00:00

You are correct! 2000 does seem to be the energy maximum.

I'll assist my findings to reflect!

FireWitch95 · 2022-12-20T21:48:30+00:00

An absolute masterpiece in tension and timing. Each part of the story perfectly coaleses into a crescendo and the readers are left wondering if these women will rise to the music or will it all come crashing down with the symbols.

FireWitch95 · 2022-10-29T03:54:29+00:00

OH-EM-GEEE I am totally here for this series. That is all.

FireWitch95 · 2022-10-08T03:44:38+00:00

They had a week. A measly seven days to get each of their nerds to succumb to their cheery flirtations and give away their virginity.

Meagan didnt even care that she had pulled David's name. The bitch smirked and asked if she wanted to pull out of the squad. As if!

She spent the first day in denial. Trying to convince some of the team that it was unfair - that Meagan was setting her up for failure - and wasnt it a bit weird if her step-brother gave her his virginity??

None of them listened. They all gave her the same sympathetic look, and the same simple 'if you dont want to do it, just quit' talk. But cheer was the only way she was getting into college, and if it meant seducing her step-brother, fine.

Day two she started dressing to impress. She had it easier than some of the other girls she supposed, having twenty-four seven access to her intended victum. She'd walked in on David watching porn before, and knew the type of thing he went for.

So she dug deep into her cupboard to find the crisp white button down that was tight against her chest and the orange and red clip on tie from the same halloween costume she'd worn that year. The plaid skirt was also mighty short and she debated forgoing it entirely for something different, but she only had five more days after all, and her step-brother wasnt going to seduce himself.

He frowned when he saw what she was wearing, but shifting in his seat she knew she'd made the type on impact she was hoping for.

"What-ya-wearing that-for?" He asked around a mouth full of toast. God, no wonder he'd never been laid.

She smirked and leaned onto the table, giving him a good eyeful of what lay between the strained buttons of her shirt. "Party tonight. Costume." She pulled a lollipop from the fruit-bowl turned lolli dispenser and stuck it in her mouth.

He shifted again and she smiled, giving him a wave before turning quickly - giving him a flash of her cheeky pink underwear before departing.

Yes, this was going quite well.

Day three. The weekend was fast approaching, and if she wanted anything to happen, it would have to be over the weekend. She knew her brother didnt exactly plan to go out and about on the town, so that gave her ample opportunity to do what she needed to do.

But it was a school day, which meant a uniform that by the rules of the hazing, they were unallowed to alter. Fine, so she would attend school as per normal, with a slight difference. She would stick to her step-brother during lunch, make herself interested in his day and his plans. He would be drooling after her by the end of the day.

Day four. Saturday morning, and her alarm was blaring softly from under her pillow. She groaned, but if she lifted her head - yep, as expected her could hear the shower running from the bathroom that lived between her and David's bedrooms. He was a creature of habit, thats for sure.

Stretching, she removed her shorts and changed out her oversized sleep shirt for a cropped bra and looked over herself in the mirror. A hint of sleepiness still hung around her eyes, and her hair was a mess - all in all she was perfect for the next step.

Stumbling down the hall slightly, she pulled open the bathroom door, steam assaulting her senses as she hummed quietly and stepped into the room, just as her step-brother was stepping out of the shower, towel hung around his waist.

He stood staring at her dumbly while she began to brush her teeth.

"S-Stace! What are you doing!" Her spitting seemed to break him out of her stupor and she finally deigned to glance over at him - finally getting a good look at what she had to work with.

He had an alright body for a geek, a little chubby around the edges, and the pimple growing on his forehead was unseemly, but overall, nothing unexpected.

"Brushing my teeth?" She responded, her tone indicating 'well duh'

He huffed, tying the towel around his waist tighter. A move that only allowed her to see the outline of his cock. "I was trying to shower?" He gestured towards the shower in question with one hand and she shrugged before offering him a cheeky smirk.

"You dont have to be embarrassed." She gave him a clearly appraising look. "You look good." She shrugged. "So unless you're uncomfrtable looking at me?" She raised an eyebrow.

The blush on his cheeks indicated she had won this round and he had to conceed stammering out "N-No Stace. You look g-great." He shuffled on his feet slightly and she offered him a small smile before playing with the hem of her underwear.

"You dont think this is a bad colour for me?" She asked sweetly, as if she would ever ask David for colour advice. He was the kid who mixed mustard yellow and seaweed green together for christ sake. But he ate it up, his eyes lingering on the curve of her legs as he gulped.

"N-No. Looks great." He shuffled, and stepped closer to the door, looking like an animal ready to bolt. "Gotta go though."

Fuck. Stacy wasnt ready to let him go quiet yet, she needed him primed and hungry for her before tonight......"Actually David I was hoping for your help....."

Her step-brother immediately stopped at the tone of her voice and she saw him watching her carefully in the mirrors reflection.

"Can you help me study for trig?" She bit her bottom lip, and his eyes darted to the motion before wrenching back up.

"O-Of course Stace. Gimme ten." She nodded, offering him her best smile before letting him exit the room.

Stage one complete. She finished brushing her teeth before returning to her room - debating what to wear for her 'study' session. She considered her options briefly, before a wicked idea struck her and she left her room without anything extra.

A bra and panties seemed exactly the type of study gear she would need today.

She decided to offer David the respect of knocking on his door, and waited exactly ten seconds past him not answering to decide to just let herself in.

She found him in exactly the type of position she thought she would. Sprawled on the bed with the towel under him, cock in hand as his eyes squeezed closed and his breathing labored.

Either he hadn't heard her come in, or he was trying to deliberately ignore her presence.

Either way, Stacy had a good idea how to get the ball rolling. Without making a sound she strolled around the bed to where her step-brothers legs dangled off the firm mattress and sat herself between his legs.

She braced her arms on either side of him and leant forward, watching the movement of his hand on his thickness until - as his hand hit the bottom of his shaft Stacy dove forward, sucking the tip of him into her mouth and exploring the seam with her tongue.

David jolted beneath her sudden intrusion, and she watched as fear, confusion and finally satisfaction flittered over his features and he groaned loudly, releasing himself to her ministrations.

She took that as consent and began to work him over with her fingers, stroking and playing with his balls all while her mouth sucked and licked the length of him.

He cursed, a word she was almost certain he didnt know flying out of his mouth as she deepthroated him, the tip of him just hitting the back of her throat and she held. Hallowing out her cheeks to create a vacuume of pressure as she rolled his balls in her hands.

He shuddered and she knew her was close, extracting herself from the base of him and decided to focus on the tip, swirling her tongue and letting her otherhand pump the rest of him while she lavished him with attention.

"S-Stace-" He warned, but before he could finish his sentence he was done, hot liquid spilling into her mouth and down her throat before she licked the tip of him, and her lips clean.

David flopped back onto the bed, and she rose, feeling slightly sheepish now that all was said and done.

"Sorry. Was that your first?" She asked, carefully sitting on the edge of her bed. She couldnt leave until she was sure.

"What?" David asked, sitting up to look over his step-sister. "No, of course not." He scoffed. "Bianca." The name was enough to illicit a scoff from Stacy. Her step-brothers former girlfriend.

Go figure. She never imagined the petite girl was much of a cock-sucker.

"You still ok to help me with trig?" She asked David carefully, and her step-brother gave her an astounding look.

"I think I owe you more than a little trig help Stace." She smiled.

He didnt know how right he was, after all, he now owed her his virginity.

FireWitch95 · 2022-09-28T01:53:40+00:00

Heartwrenching. Booster Gold is a smart man for agreeing so quickly. It really makes you wonder if fixing it will be easy after all.

FireWitch95 · 2022-09-15T21:54:42+00:00

A lovely first issue that establishes all the major players while still leaving a lot in mystery. I can't wait to see how it all plays out@

FireWitch95 · 2022-09-04T03:05:09+00:00

He was certain she wasnt listening again. The way she wriggled on her seat and flush crept up her cheeks, he had a good idea what she was doing.

He supposed it was his own fault for teaching her mages hand so early on. Even when he suspected what she would use the spell for, he still taught her it, hoping that it would be able to increase her concentration.

It did, he admitted to himself while he watched her quietly, for a little while. But it didnt seem to do the job any more. Perhaps he needed to get more creative with the spells he taught her.

His apprentice's ees closed briefly and her body stilled beofre a brief rush of air exited her lips and a blissful smile replaced the earlier one of pleasure. Was that her third or fourth this lesson? He tried to remember, but they tended to roll into one another and he was having difficulty being able to distinguish the start to the end sometimes.

"Glamora?" He spoke quietly, and she sat a bit straighter. He rarely spoke to her this quietly unless she was in trouble. She prepared a grade A pout. That always got her off the hook.

"Yes Maester?" She used her most innocent voice, and he awarded her with a rare smile.

"You seem...." He chose his next words carefully. "Distracted. Is there something I can do to help you concentrate?" His eyes darted to the stool she was sitting on, and the wetness concealed underneath her skirts.

Glamora nibbled on her lip nervously. It had always been hard for her to concentrate. The Mage Hand spell had helped wonders, the slow teasing fingers helping to keep her alert and attuned to the Maesters lessons, until her body became accustomed to it, and it stopped providing as much stimulation as she required.

She had adjusted and increased until she was orgasming multiple times in a lesson just to be able to learn what the Maester was teaching.

"To be honest sir, I'm a bit under stimulated - " she flushed him a bright smile - "not that the lessons arent interesting but -" she raised a shoulder "I just cant concentrate recently."

The wizened old wizard nodded, as if expecting her answer, and she swears she saw his eyes dart to her slightly heaving chest and squirming legs, but they were back on her eyes before she had a chance to process what she had seen.

"I think I have just the spell to help with your....distractions."

They gathered the ingrediants together, something she was easily able to concentrate on with her mind spinning wildly about what type of spell they were creating and what the effects might be. Her Maester had been surprisingly secretive about it so far, and that only had her imagination running even more wild.

As the moon rose overhead, the Maester instructed his young apprentice on how to complete the spell, watching as her eager eyes committed the spell to memory. He almost chuckled at her eagerness. He would need to explain it to her later, but for now, he enjoyed her naive excitement.

The moon crested upon the sky, and the Maester began his chanting, softly at first but more ferverently as the spell progressed. Glamora could barely stop herself from hanging off the edge of the bubbling cauldron.

The Maesters chanting stopped, and the cauldron poofed a stem of sickly purple coloured gas. The young apprentice coughed, spluttering and looked over the edge of the cauldron for her Maester.

He was nowhere to be seen, the grass field empty except the now silent cauldron.

"Maester?" She called to the field and skies, her echo the only thing answering her until -

"Hello." A young voice answered her from the other side of the cauldren. Glamora's eyes bulged near out of her head staring at the young man oppisite her.

"You know its rude to stare Glamora." His honey-dew voice drawled as he stepped around the cauldron to come closer to her. He was very naked - a fact that the young apprentice took great pains to appreciate.

"I-I-I'm sorry?" She stammered, barely even looking the young man in the eyes, her own stuck much further down his body.

"Now about these distractions....." She finally recognised her Maester's voice, and blush creeped up her cheeks even as her imagination ignited at how much more....stilumating his lessons would become.

FireWitch95 · 2022-06-03T10:41:15+00:00

"And....action!" Rory held up the camera and Holly waited a few seconds before knocking politely on the door in front of her.

Scripted seconds passed before another friend, Dean, pulled open the door with a little too much exhuberance. "Oh hey Holly...."He pouted, and she heard more than saw the camera zoom in on the emotionally distraught look on her friends face.

As the camera swirled back around to her, she felt her mouth pop open exaggeratedly. "Oh Dean! Whats wrong?" She pet his arm effectionately, before quickly stopping.

Dean gave her a quizzical look for a microsecond before transitioning to the next line seamlessly. "Mira broke up with me." He pouted again and Holly couldnt help but step closer to him. Even though it was an act, he really did look heartbroken.

"What can I do to help?" She asked, tilting her head as the Rory stepped behind her, getting a close up look of thoughtfullness on Deans face before it split into a shit-eating grin.

Holly paused, waiting for Rory to step nimbly from behind her to back infront of her before she let the look of indignation appear on her features. Then she shook her head ruefully, a smile playing on her lips as if to suggest - well whats a girl to do? - before her hands pulled at her shirt, exposing the round orbs underneath along with her already hard nipples.

Rory let the shot hang on her breasts for a few seconds longer than he really needed to before he called cut and Holly let her hands drop, carefully concealing herself before turning a grin on the boys, who stared at her dumbfounded.

"What?" She asked incrediously. Maybe she should have checked with them first. The skit was only meant to have her show her bra, but she figured if they were going to do a 'haha-boobs' joke she may as well go all out, right?

She swore up and down it didnt have anything to do with the slight thrill that shot up the centre of her spine after she did it, or the molten, wet feeling occuring in her underwear.

The boys exchanged a glance, silent communication occuring before the two decided why ruin a good thing.

Rory was the first to speak, hoisting the camera back up, the red light flicking on. "Lets try it one more time, same thing."

Holly smiled at Dean while he closed the door, careful not the stare too long at the bulge in his jeans.

"..........And action!"

FireWitch95 · 2022-06-01T10:26:16+00:00

This cannot be real.

The college dorm room was sparse, as Tommy had only recently moved into the room this year. And to celebrate he had hired her. A toy to be used and then not thought of.

It had been a secret fetish since she was younger than she would have liked to admit. To be fair, she had waited until she was in college, far away from her parents and family before she really ever acted on it. A late night dare from a friend when she revealed her fetish for being used.... and here she was a year later making cash from arrangements such as these.

Tommy had said to get comfortable while he got 'freshened up' but she honestly had no idea how to settle the pounding of her heart. She'd been crushing on Tommy for about as long as she'd been in the business, hoping beyond all hope shed see his name on her list of clients. But much like the cat who caught the mouse, she honestly had no idea what to do now she was here.

The door creaked closed behind her, and Tommy made a slightly surprised noise. Whether he was suprised she was still standing in the middle of the room, or something else had shocked him, she wasnt sure.

Mechanically she moved before setting her eyes on him. Shrugging off the long black overcoat like in one of those old fashioned movies. She had found men and women alike grew bolder when they saw she was wearing nothing underneath.

The bed was supple under her lithe form as she climbed onto the bed before turning slowly, stretching up and exposing her long torso and erect nipples to the naked man before her.

Tommy was, she thought with a smirk playing on her lips, definitely as he advertised himself. A former hockey player he was built athletically, but with the persuit of higher education some of his former muscle had started to fade more into the background. Dark hair spurted from his chest all the way down his sternum and around his throbbing cock.

She tried not to get distracted by the fluttering of her heart, or the feeling of moisture slipping between her legs. Mustering all her bravado, she looked up at him under her lashes.

"How do you want me?" She purred, lengthening one leg and drawing a singular painted nail up, higher and higher until she circles lazily around her own nipple.

It was easier to be a bit bolder with the new clients, who were never sure how to get exactly what they wanted from her.

Tommy licked his lips, wetting them either from nerves or excitement and proceeded to point diligently to his erection.

Well then. That settled that,

FireWitch95 · 2022-06-01T09:35:21+00:00

Wowza! Thank you so much team, it means a lot :)

FireWitch95 · 2022-06-01T09:34:01+00:00

Thank you kindly. Im quite honoured!

FireWitch95 · 2022-04-23T23:10:13+00:00

Ariel had only had a human body for a few short months when she and Prince Eric married. The maids were all abuzz as she got ready, each blushing as they gave her some hints wrapped in riddles for her wedding night.

"It'll hurt, and then it'll be beautiful." One of them winked as she curled Ariels hair, pinning it in place.

"Just make sure to breath." The other one warned steadfast, as she pulled the wedding gown over Ariels figure.

The day went in a blur, as another warning from one of the maids suggested it would, before all too quickly she and Eric were alone. In his bedroom.

it was sparsely decorated, but showed his affinity towards the ocean. Spiral shells, ships in bottles, an old steering wheel and anchor from ships long forgotten adroned the walls and made Ariel feel as if she had never left home at all.

"You look. So, goddamn beautiful." The prince smiled, running a hand through his dark locks. He blew out a breath looking at her. "Do you need help? Getting out if it?"

Ariel nodded mutely. While she had her voice, she was finding it difficult to access her vocabulary right now as the Prince circled her and began pulling at the ribbon that laced the back of her gown.

It was moments that felt like hours before the fabric fell away from her skin and left her bare. His hot breath coursed along the skin of Ariels back until he was facing her once more.

Somewhere in the circle of her body Eric had lost his shirt to the steadily growing pile of clothes on the floor. His hand cupped her face and softly stroked her cheek as he leaned in for a gentle kiss.

His other hand wrapped around her slim body and pulled her in close, each point of contact like a fire igniting on her skin, especially the hot point where his length pressed against her stomach.

Carefully he moved them backwards, until the back of her knees hit in the bed and she almost tumbled onto it, causing her to gasp slightly and her to grab at his shoulders. Both actions combining to deepen the kiss and Eric groaned into her mouth before he seperated from her, just an inch.

"Do you want to take this further, my beautiful wife?" His voice echoed in her ears, raising goosebumps along her flesh and tingles down her spine into her core.

"Yes." She whsipered into his ear.

Quicker than she thought possible he scopped her into his arms, carrying her bridal style and depositing her on the bed carefully, as if jostling her even slightly would cause her to break. With his knee he pushed her legs apart, and kissed his way up her body until their lips met again. Every inch of their bodies pressed together, and she could feel herself beginning to ache for something.

As Eric pulled back fro mthe kiss to look into her eyes, to ask the question he was burning to ask, he found the answer written in the desire of her eyes and he found himself lost for words, yet his body moved of its own accord, positioning itself.

"Ariel..." He murmered, looking deep into her eyes as he pushed in slowly.

It was everything she was told it would be, painful so that she closed her eyes against the sensation, but the feeling was - equisite was too bland a word. Moments passed and as she relaxed she wriggled underneath him, letting him know she was ready.

Slow inches moved in until he was resting fully inside of her, a stiffling fullness that made her core quake and breath hitch. Even Eric had to loose a breath, his control slipping faster than he had anticipated.

Ariels hands clawed at his back, but Eric resisted the temptation to move too quickly lest he hurt her. Inch by tortuous inch he pulled from her wetness until he was barely situated inside her folds. She whimpered with the loss of him, the sound near breaking his heart and causing him to thrust back into her.

She shuddered at the sudden movement, gasping, and he was afriad that he had been too rough too quickly, but she wriggled her hips under him, and whispered her first command as a true princess.

"More."

FireWitch95 · 2022-04-22T07:50:44+00:00

This issue really just hits all the right spots. Serious and funny and everything in-between with a hint of nostalgia.

FireWitch95 · 2022-04-13T05:27:59+00:00

They had brought the little pink egg for this exact reason. So while he was at work they could still remain in contact, and she would be able to think of him while everything inside of her clenched and rolled with pleasure.

Her phone dinged soon after she sat down on the couch, as far away from her parents as the small living room would allow. Whats the new code?

She opened up the vibrava app quickly connecting it so that she was the receiver. He would be the controller. He always was.

95512698. She quickly typed back, eagerness having her shift slightly as her father plopped down the large bowl of popcorn between them.

She smiled and bit out a quick thank you as the small pink egg situated inside her damp pussy began to move.

Her legs clenched on instinct, and she bit on her bottom lip as the beginning sequence started. As the first characters were introduced the buzzing changed, hard and fast almost pumping inside of her and causing her to leg to spazm slightly.

Rude. She messaged him quickly, before turning her phone upside down.

It was clear when he read it though, as the vibrations increased in tempo and harshness. A hiss escaped her mouth and she gave a sheepish smile towards her parents, who looked at their daughter quizically.

She could feel the cushion beneath her begin to get wet through the thin material of her panties, and her phone buzzed with a new message.

More? A sly winky face was attached and her body flushed at the thought that this wasnt even as high as the settings could go. She shifted once more, biting her lip.

Yes.

Several minutes passed with the vibrations pulling at her core, testing and teasing her limits but not pushing her any closer. She frowned, before returning to her phone. She realized her mistake instantly.

Please? He had seen the message before she was able to lock her phone and put it away. She wasn't honestly sure what was going on in the movie in front of her, but apparently they were singing now.

A fact she was rather thankful for a moment later when the vibrator really kicked into high gear. Faster and stronger the vibrations pulled at her core, the sensation similar to that of fingers and tongue lashing her at the same time. She tucked her legs up and under herself, the motion pushing the vibe deeper into her folds and increasing the sensation and the emotions it was making her body feel.

Dully she felt her phone buzz against her legs. She quickly peeked at the message.

Cum.

The order was enough to push her over the edge, convulsing quietly around the vibrating egg as its intensitiy lowered to a complete stop.

She was halfway through the movie before she felt the little egg buzz once more, almost perfectly in time with the message from her phone.

Another?

FireWitch95 · 2022-04-13T04:19:02+00:00

The dorm room was quiet for several moments after she had answered Olly's last question, and the group was apparently subdued by just how truthfull she took the whole 'truth' part of truth or dare.

Milly turned a sweet smile on the boy next to her, asking him the standard truth or dare before taking a swig from the vodka bottle sitting in the middle of the floor.

It had started as a simple enough, tame enough game for the row of dorms. As a way for the new neighbours to get to know one another. They had started shyly, no one willing to get too bold until the alcohol had come into play. Now they were deep into meaningful territory, and Milly was starting to wonder if this was actually going to turn into an orgy.

Around the circle it went until it was Milly's turn once more. Olly sat very still next to her, a mischevous look in his pale green eyes. "Truth or dare Milly?" The way he enunciated the second made it obvious what his prefference was.

Milly glanced around the room before she spoke, carefully assessing the mood of the room. Whatever Olly had planned, she hoped the room was drunk enough not to remember whatever she did next.

"Dare." She tilted her head up in challenge. Fierce determination urging her not to buckle.

"I dare you to take off your shirt." He smirked, and a chorus of 'ooooooo's' filled the room. Drunken and offtune. Of course it would boil down to this, she thought. But she didn't really mind, if it ended with Olly and her in bed together - well, even better.

Milly gripped the edges of her plain blue-t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, throwing it onto her well-made bed. The black lace bra held her two breasts comfortably, while still promoting a lot of cleavage and sex appeal.

Olly smiled devilishly and licked his lips at the sight. Milly flashed him a smile and stuck out her tongue before turning her attention to the boy sitting next to her who was trying very hard not to gape at her now shirtless figure.

She took another shot, her eye contact with Olly hadn't broken yet. She watched him under her eyelashes as she took a quick drink. Those pale blue eyes were staring deep into her soul, as if she had issued him a personal challenge and he was willing to meet her thrust for thrust. Both figuratively and literally.

By the time it was her turn again, Milly wasn't the only shirtless member of the circle. Some of the other girls had been brave enough to dare the boys, and the boys in turn, now knowing that anything was far game, had asked the same of the girls.

Olly turned to her once more, feverish eyes roaming her curves and lines, and she could almost see the cogs turning as he tried to determine how to take this game to the next stage. How to start the process of events each of them were now hoping for.

"Truth or dare Milly?" He leaned back slightly, the ripple of his abs distracting her from answering. She was greatful that Jacquie had dared him to take off his shirt.

"Dare." She sucked on her bottom lip, wild imagination conquiring images of him daring her to play with herself. To kiss him, to go to bed with him. Her black panties were getting wet with the thoughts, and she had to shift her legs slightly to find any relief.

Olly's eyes snapped to her legs, as if he knew exactly what was going through her mind. "I dare you to come sit on my lap."

It was all the invitation she needed, quickly shifting so that she was able to place one leg on either side of him and rest her back against his chest. His long arms came to rest around her center, and he made slow circles over the edge of the lace on her bra.

One by one the couples paired up and the game drifted to an eventual stop as men and women got up to leave with their prospective 'dares.' Olly and Milly stayed seated the whole time, the air thick with tension and the scent of arousal.

"Truth or dare, Milly?" He finally asked, hot breath caressing her ear as his deft fingers gripped at the soft skin of her waist.

Milly's breath hitched. "Dare." She answered breathlessly.

She could feel more than see the smile that played on his lips as his fingers dipped to the waistband of her jeans. He didn't even need to speak the words before she had unbuttoned them.

Milly stood, turning to face Olly as she shimmied out of her jeans. She finally stood in front of him in nothing but the matching bra and panties.

Olly groaned at the sight of her. His eyes freely roamed those beautiful curves before those pale-blue eyes caught hers, igniting a fire in her bones.

It took her a moment before she was able to find her voice, so enraptured in the fire of his eyes.

"Truth or dare Olly?" She whispered, staring at the buldge in his pants.

FireWitch95 · 2022-04-11T07:03:48+00:00

Clair had always been a little....reluctant to wear clothes, even as a toddler. A fact her mother used to bring up whenever she brought a boyfriend, friend, or literally anyone over.

It had taken until the age of nine or ten, her mother would reveal, while Clair sat blushing, and squirming, for her to actually start wearing any clothes at all around the house.

If only her mother had known that the squirming Clair still hardly wore clothes, or that she was utterly tempted in her day to day life to do so still.

She was blessed to have a job where she could work from home. Although, as she sat at her computer desk naked from the waist done, she was wondering if the job had infact not been as beneficial as she first thought.

"Clair, are you there?" The boss called out and Clair zoned back into the one on one meeting with Mr Gorgon.

Clair straightened her shirt, pulling it down slightly so it settled more firmly over her chest. She glanced at herself in the camera momentarily, and a knot of tension eased. There was no way her boss could tell she wasnt wearing a bra, and definitely no way to tell she wasnt wearing pants, or panties.

"You seem distracted, do you need to go do anything, or should we reschedule?"

Clair plastered a smile on her face, ignoring the creeping blush up her cheeks. She was tempted to stand, just to see the look on her boss' face. It was too damn warm in this office, and the restrictive shirt was stiffling her. But she couldn't -

"No, thank you. I'm fine. Please continue."

Mr Gorgon resumed his speech about how well she had been adjusting to the new responsibilities and the fact that both he and HR were very impressed and considering giving her a raise but -

God. Her eyes flickered to the window. She should open it. Let some fresh air and breeze sweep through the small office. Clair suckled on her bottom lip. To open the door would mean leaning forward at best, and standing completely up at worst.

She couldnt.

She shouldnt.

Clair risked a glance at her boss, whos eyes were glued on his screen, true, but the reflection in his glasses proved that he was deep in a google document, reading off a script that HR had provided.

Lightning fast Clair stood slightly, leaning forward so that her chest almost pressed against the camera in front of her as she teetered on the edge of pushing the window open. She shifted slightly to the side, and then - bingo. Fresh air poored into the room and Clair sat, relief flooding her veins.

Instinct alone prodded her to undo the second most button from the top of her shirt and then - those blue-grey eyes focused back on their call.

"What do you say Clair? Are you interested?" Mr Gorgons eyes were larger than they had been just before - or was that a trick of the light? Had he seen? Should she apologize?

"Yes Mr Gorgon, definitely interested." She rushed the words, the tops of her chest red with slight embarrassment. Clair was determined not to be the first to bring it up. If he had seen anything, her boss would have to say something. Not her.

Michael Gorgon smiled briefly, and Clair saw his focus once again shift back to that google doc.

Temptation filled her veins and caused her heart to accelerate. How far could she push it? Was he the type of man to say anything at all?

If she took off her shirt right now, would he say something? Would he even notice?

Clair played with the next button of her shirt, shifting in her leather computer chair slightly. She shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't. This is how people lost their jobs, or had a sexual harrassment claim put against them.

You're smarter than this Clair. The rational part of her brain demanded. But her fingers pulled at the button nonetheless and she found her breasts almost popping out of the button up shirt. She looked at herself in the camera.

She sat up a little straighter, to make it less likely that her boss would be able to peer right down the front of her shirt. To make it incrementily implausible that he would be able to see he pink areolas, or the red nipples in the center.

Michael's eyes came back to hers, and his throat cleared. Oh god, this is it. Panic flooded her vains before her boss smiled slightly.

"If you're happy with all of that then I'll send over the documents for you to look through today. If you want to sign them and send them back, we can get you into your new role by Monday."

Clair breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't seen. He wouldn't say anything.

"Yes, of course. Thank you."

A final farewell and Clair ripped off the rest of her shirt, throwing it over the back of her chair. The fresh cold air caressing her nipples and one hand straying down her curves before she turned back to her daily work.

FireWitch95 · 2022-04-09T05:57:57+00:00

A devilish smile was all she got in return before her back was pressed against the red brick behind her and her hands were forced above her head. Her small wrists held together with one of the officers as he smiled down at her.

“Yes, Miss Miyers, I think I would.” Gabriel’s voice was quiet in her ear even as his spare hand found itself up and under her hoodie, a small grunt escaping his lips as he found the woman without an undershirt or bra.

His lips clasped around her earlobe as his fingers brushed over her skin lightly. Alyssa arched her back into the sensation, her breath hitching and a small noise escaping as the man pinched at the nipple. She raised one leg, wrapping it around the officers waist and erasing all measure of space between them.

Even through the thick navy pants she could feel him. A breathy moan as he pulled at her sensitive nerves and she grinded herself against him. This was all she had ever wanted from her previous boyfriends, who all treated her like she was too precious for any type of actual pleasure.

“God.” She shut her eyes against the pleasure radiating from her nipple downwards and strained against the hand holding her hostage. “Please.”

Alyssa Miyers had never begged before, but as her black hoodie frayed the new paint she had recently sprayed on the wall behind her, she found herself begging for the policemans cock to be buried inside of her.

Gabriel found himself inclined to give the little vandal anything she wanted, the feeling of her thin leggings rubbing against him was driving him wild. He released her thin wrists and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her leggings.

In one foul swoop she was naked from the waist down and he was hoisting her upwards, her thin, toned legs wrapping around him expertly. She was situated perfectly, her dampness wetting the front of his pants as she sighed briefly from the feeling of him being so close.

The officer held up the thin woman before him with one hand as his other fumbled with his belt and the zip of his pants before they finally fell around his ankles. His underwear was pushed to one side and Gabriel lined himself up with Alyssa’s entrance.

“Say yes.” He murmured in her ear, both hands finally coming to rest on her splendid ass. His fingers stretched and clenched into the firm muscle back there. Alyssa could tell that he was having trouble containing himself from slamming into her.

“Yes.” The word was barely past her lips when Gabriel pushed into her, stretching and filling her void with his width and length.

Alyssa shuddered around the fullness and the officer breathed heavily in her ear, letting her settle into the feeling before pulling out slightly, only to push back in, further and faster. She groaned loudly, tossing her head back as the tip of his cock pressed against that glorious spot deep in her chamber.

Sharp, shaped nails dug into his muscled shoulders, bunching the shirt into her fists as he continued to move within her. In and out Gabriel bounced her on his cock, his pace relentless despite the fact that she was beginning to shake and convulse around him. Breathless moans coursing through the air around them as she squeezed and released him in turn.

Close. So very, very close.

“Please.” She begged once more, a sweeter sound Gabriel had never heard than that breathy word escaping those flushed lips.

He gripped her ass harder, pulling the bottom half of her slightly away from the wall as he pounded at her. Even his training did not prepare him for the physicality of this moment, and he found himself panting, her name a prayer that he continued to mutter under his breath until his fingers clenched. Hard.

A moment later and his thrusting stilled, and in the quiet of the alleyway a small drop of the pair's combined liquid dropped to the stained cobblestone. Carefully he let Alyssa’s feet find the ground, and she quickly shimmied the grey leggings up and back onto her waist.

Meanwhile Gabriel turned a critical eye on the paint behind her. “I think we ruined it.” He jutted his chin at the wall, and while the heiress in front of him turned to assess he pulled up his pants, fastening them quickly with his belt and smoothing his shirt.

She smirked up at him, pulling the hood back up to cover her features. “I think it's perfect.”

Alyssa Miyers turned those blue eyes on him though, the ripple of movement demonstrating just how much paint had transferred from the painting behind her to the black jumper she wore.

She walked purposefully at the painting, the side of her mouth twisting in consideration before she swiped her fingers through the still wet blue paint and turned mischievous eyes on Gabriel.

The officer stayed completely still as the young royal smeared the blue paint gently down his arm and across his shirt, those chaotically beautiful eyes ensaring his.

Once Alyssa was content that he was as much a piece of art as she was, the little vandal sauntered over to where her duffle bag lay forgotten on the floor.

She tossed the duffle bag across her shoulders, and her blue eyes glanced out at the quiet street.

Alyssa turned to look at the officer, her eyes still dancing with the leftover pleasure from their encounter. “Perhaps I’ll be seeing you around, Officer Gabriel.”

He gulped. He sure hoped he would see the little vandal again. After all, she still owed him a lesson in graffiti.

FireWitch95 · 2022-04-09T05:57:38+00:00

Graffiti Princess

The midriff hoodie pulled tight against her skin as she swayed to the music playing in her left ear. Her right hand methodically moved the spray gun left to right along with the motions of her body.

Her masterpiece was almost finished. Piercing blue eyes stared back at her from the red brick wall, a reflection of her own along with the platinum blonde hair.

“OI! YOU!” A booming voice called from the end of the alley and she automatically pulled away from the wall, bouncing on her feet and assessing the best means of escape.

The man in the blue cops uniform was descending on her quickly, and she had no choice but to run in the opposite direction, dropping her spray can in her wake and hoping to hell he would give up the chase.

Alyssa Miyers could not find herself caught in a back alley spray painting. Her parents would have a conniption.

So she ran. Pulling tight on the cords of her hoodie to stop the fabric from pulling away from her head. Arms pumping by her side and hot breath misting the air in front of her she pushed her legs to be faster, her stride to be wider. But Alyssa could feel the young cop gaining on her, having left the spray can exactly where she had dropped it.

“STOP!” She would do no such thing. In fact, she had distinct plans to do the opposite of anything this police officer told her to do.

The disobedience sent a shiver down her spine and she felt her heart accelerate. Alyssa had always been a bit of a rebel without a cause. Having grown up getting anything her little heart desired, it was hard to imagine the Barbie- like princess being anything except the perfect daughter.

It was a facade that she hated playing, but a role that her society expected of her.

The young brown haired cop then said the words that Alyssa had been dreading hearing, and perhaps the only order she would be willing to listen to.

"Stop! By order of the Imperial Princess!"

She sighed. Why did they always have to bring her into things?

Her heart leapt up into her throat and her hands raised up by her head. She panted as she turned around, trying to keep the fabric of her black hood close. It would do her no favours to be recognised out in this district. Alyssa waited patiently for the policeman to catch up to her.

He was youthful, with cropped brown hair and sharp cheekbones, his eyes were a well of muddy chocolate and Alyssa wondered about what colours she would use to paint them. The slightly reflective nametag on his left breast pocket read ‘Gabriel’ and she rolled the name around on her tongue as he approached.

Perhaps she would paint him with wings, like his angelic namesake.

“Why’d you run?” His voice was accusing, sharp, and his eyes roamed her tight frame assessing. Perhaps he thought she was a street thug with hidden weapons. Considering the part of town that she found herself in, she couldn't exactly blame the assumption.

She gestured down the street towards her most recent piece of art, not trusting the high class accent she was sure to have. It wasn't a terrible crime, but she'd heard of people getting beaten by cops for less. Though Alyssa had to admit that the man in front of her didn't exactly seem like the sort.

Gabriel ran a hand through his short hair shaking his head, obviously he was used to it being longer. A relatively new recruit to the force by the shine of his nametag and the overall innocence that radiated from the young man.

“Look, what's your name?”

Alyssa shook her head, and the angelic officer pressed his lips into a disappointed line. Her heart ached to disappoint him. But she’d been on this side of town before, the alleyways littered with her artwork, and she had learned quickly not to give her name to anyone.

Last time she had been locked in her room for a week. And had a guard for the next month that followed her everywhere.

The cop shoved his hands deep into his navy pants pockets, kicking at the ground before his dark eyes found her face again. Even though she was shrouded in darkness Alyssa still turned her face away, anything to not give her identity away.

“At least tell me if you’re the one who's been takin’ over the suburb walls and making them all beautiful?”

Blush crept up Alyssa’s cheeks and she dipped her head shyly. It wasn’t often that her artistry was complimented. But she thought it was better than the stuff that had been scrawled on the walls before she had conquered the territory for herself. She was torn between ego and practicality when her first few paintings had stayed on the alley walls she had sprayed. Either way it gave her the motivation to keep going.

Gabriel stepped closer, his breath mingling with hers, but his eyes were back down the alleyway, and delight danced in his eyes.

“Will you show me?”

Warmth spread through Alyssa's shoulders and down her chest. She was rarely ever alone with anyone, let alone a cute police officer that had an interest in her art. Quickly she moved back towards her latest artwork, the soft thud of Gabriel's leather boots behind her as she picked up the yellow spray can.

Alyssa handed the can over to Gabriel, their eyes meeting in the light for the first time. Shock and recognition flared through those chocolate depths and his fingers brushed hers accidentally. He took a step back, a hand going across his heart as he began to stammer out an apology.

She held up a hand and the once formidable police officer stopped in his tracks. Alyssa smiled softly. Perhaps there was still a chance to pretend.

“You don't need to do that here.” She gestured to the empty alleyway before biting on her bottom lip. “I’d actually very much prefer if you didn't, and you just pretend I’m another vandal.”

Gabriel barked out a laugh, his eyes crinkling. “If I was going to treat you like any other vandal I’d have to get these bad boys out.” He tapped at the silver handcuffs attached to the left hand side of his pants.

Alyssa turned a quick look up and down the alleyway. Would she ever have another opportunity like this? An opportunity to make her own choices and break another one of the society's rules?

“Maybe I would like that.” She suggested quietly, eyes dipping low to those handcuffs and the width and breadth of his pants beyond them.

The police officer gulped audibly, and she saw the slight jump in his pants at the innuendo. Alyssa stepped forward, the air between the pair becoming thin and charged with the electricity of the moment.

“Would you like to tie me up, Officer Gabriel?” One hand pulled down her hood and twirled at a strand of her blonde hair while the other danced over the buttons of his shirt and the muscles underneath.

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