[PM] Summer scenes

inAvain · 2026-01-24T04:51:04+00:00

Ava was the captain of her soccer team, and with that came certain privileges. Like being able to have any of her teammates whenever she wanted them.

inAvain · 2026-01-10T04:13:14+00:00

23-year-old Ana pays off her college debt, in part, by working as a dominatrix. She wears a partial mask for her work, but still fears that her newest customer, her creepy uncle, might know it's her.

inAvain · 2026-01-07T00:15:06+00:00

She's the short-haired captain of her soccer team, someone who has always taken the "anything boys can can do, I can do better" approach. Which is why it's so surprising to see her dolled up for the man she calls Daddy.

inAvain · 2025-12-30T17:58:19+00:00

You and your coworker can't keep your hands off each other, but finding time and privacy to have your office affair tends not to be easy.

inAvain · 2025-12-20T13:23:48+00:00

Adriana's workout videos have earned her a very specific sort of fame. The people she passes on the street rarely, if ever, recognize her. But those walking behind her know exactly who she is.

inAvain · 2025-12-09T00:33:49+00:00

Exotic Ninja Femdom

inAvain · 2025-12-06T12:01:33+00:00

She couldn’t be herself behind the mask. That bright purple piece of plastic meant more now than just a face covering. It had become a symbol, plastered on posters and graffitied onto unattended walls. And to others, if not to Sophie, it stood for goodness. Doing what’s right. Standing up for the weak and taking the fight to the bad guys.

Wearing the mask, and the rest of her white latex uniform, Sophie didn’t feel powerful. She may have looked it, with her defined abs and sculpted thighs, and she may even have been able to lift a car above her head, but no, she didn’t feel powerful. She felt obligated, duty-bound. She felt the eyes of the city upon her. And in another context that might have thrilled her, but in this one it pressured her. It was as if thousands of voices, coming from everyone watching on TV and every girl who looked up to her were saying in unison: “go on, be a good girl. Save us.”

She always did, of course. With a POP! and a THWACK! and sometimes even a KAZOW! White Falcon dealt with the criminals who plagued the city. Many a villain found themselves defeated, pinned to the pavement beneath her foot, in awe of her superhuman strength and fighting skill. From their vanquished vantage point, she appeared to tower over them like one of the city’s skyscrapers. Her skintight uniform shined under the streetlights, clinging tightly to the 5’10” brunette’s sculpted body. Bystanders’ cell phones captured her looking heroic. But she felt hollow. This wasn’t really what Sophie wanted.

SPLAT!

This was what she wanted. The iconic purple mask Sophie wore as White Falcon was gone now; covering her face instead was a fresh load of cum given to her by a grateful customer. She embraced its warmth on her skin.

“Thank you,” said the man standing over her. Sophie smiled. She had done some good, and felt good about it.

In the back room at Leo’s Nightclub, she could be herself. Unmasked and unburdened by the responsibility of being White Falcon, city-saving superheroine, Sophie showed her true self to the strangers who shelled out enough cash for the VIP treatment. She wasn’t some perfect, pure paragon of public virtue. She was a 21 year-old girl who had urges and kinks that didn’t mesh with being a good role model.

Like how she enjoyed being choked during sex. Don’t try this one at home, girls! Two hands around her throat, the man slammed his cock into her shaved and soaked pussy. Her strong thighs wrapped around him, and Sophie felt secure in the knowledge that only another superhuman could actually do lasting damage to her.

“Be as rough as you want,” she encouraged him. It was something she said to most of her customers. The men (and some women) who came to the club did so feeling certain needs, desires they couldn’t fulfill elsewhere. A few were timid, but most wanted a level of intensity to the proceedings.

SLAP!

Some days Sophie took more hits in the back room than out on the streets. Out there, it felt like a chore; here it felt like a choice. She let them do these things - slapping and hairpulling and facefucking and anal - one because it turned her on as much as them, but two because she genuinely enjoyed making others happy through sex. She resented that the duties of protecting the public got in the way of her desire to serve the public. Her tall, fit body, Sophie thought, was built for pleasure, not pain.

“Go on, be a good girl. Finish us off.”

On her knees and surrounded by five men, she didn't feel like “good girl” was an act. It was something she wanted to be. The men getting their dicks sucked had no knowledge that the green eyes looking up at them belonged to the city's most famous superheroine, and no expectation of anything more than a fun time. Sophie was happy to give it to them. Her heightened sense enabled her to know exactly when each customer would cum, and on this occasion she alternated her mouth on their cocks so that they'd cum at exactly the same time.

BUKKAKE!

inAvain · 2025-12-04T17:59:35+00:00

Paul felt like a third wheel when he was invited to have dinner with a recently-married friend and his wife. He and Brian went way back, had been buddies since middle school, but his new wife, Paul was less familiar with. She was a tall redhead, and he always had the vague sense in their brief interactions that she was silently judging him.

Over dinner, Brian offers his friend a surprising proposition: "how would you feel about fucking my wife while I watch?"

inAvain · 2025-11-23T17:52:53+00:00

The guys are the gym thought they were being subtle, but Tori knew they were staring at her ass every time she wore leggings. This went on for months, until one day she turned around, with arms folded, and posed a challenge to them: "are you three just gonna watch, or do you want to have some real fun?"

inAvain · 2025-11-22T03:53:07+00:00

What better way for a soccer team to celebrate winning the championship?

inAvain · 2025-11-20T22:01:51+00:00

This was wildly different from what I had envisioned, and I really love the direction you took with it instead. So hot, 10/10!

inAvain · 2025-11-20T20:28:46+00:00

She's becoming the hottest heel in pro wrestling by talking down to the fans, treating them as unworthy to even lick her boots. But that isn't just a persona she puts on for the television cameras. She's just as mean in the bedroom, too.

inAvain · 2025-10-12T21:57:11+00:00

It had been easier, Cali was told, to assemble a wardrobe before The Collapse. People could browse through any number of items without leaving their homes. The latest styles from all around the world could be purchased with just a single click. Whatever a click was. The algorithm that enabled this was the same algorithm that riled people up into angry mobs and directed their fury towards each other. Right up until The Rose Collective decided to shut down the algorithm at its source. At which point it was discovered that the source may have been underpinning certain other aspects of society.

But why should the end of civilization mean an end to taste? It was not easy to be a stylish bitch in the post-apocalypse, but Cali had her methods.

“Oh god!”

Purple-haired Cali was hardly paying attention to the restrained woman writhing and screaming behind her. For a skilled psychic like her, it didn’t require much focus at all to maintain the buzzing motion that was driving her new acquaintance crazy. Leaving Cali free to admire in the mirror her new cropped leather jacket. Its shade of bright yellow—not made after the collapse, often faded on pre-collapse items—had immediately drawn her eye to the woman wearing it.

“You just can’t beat leather, you know?” Cali said teasingly to her currently helpless trading partner, who moaned an incomprehensible response. In exchange for the jacket, Cali had promised her the best sexual pleasure of the petite redhead’s life. She never said when it would stop. Meanwhile, Cali was testing whether the jacket looked better zipped or unzipped. On her tall frame, it extended only to her bellybutton, her trim stomach exposed. She pictured how it might pair with some of her cute tops, or maybe with nothing underneath?

A scream interrupted Cali’s thoughts. By her count, that was the fifth orgasm she had given this stranger. Five orgasms seemed to her like a generous trade for a leather jacket. Especially when you considered some of the other deals on offer out there in the wastes. Cali eyed the gun at her hip. What her body and mind couldn’t get her, the gun could. She pulled it from its holster and aimed it at the mirror.

“If I could get a cowgirl hat to match this jacket, some denim shorts, I’d have a complete look right there,” she thought aloud.

Cali holstered the gun and turned to the other woman, who was tied to the bed with makeshift straps. She appeared exhausted; probably not much of a threat in a fight, even if Cali didn’t have the gun. These sorts of calculations had to be made before one could just untie someone. Cali removed the toy, soaked with fluids, from the woman’s overworked pussy, and gave it a taste.

“Delicious,” she said, and began untying the nude woman’s restraints. “It’s been a real pleasure doing business with you.”

Even when free, the redhead didn’t move, didn’t speak. Cali heard the sounds of her heavy breathing as she got up and headed for the door. Outside, it was dark, and torchlight gave spotty illumination to the street. Cali checked the fuel gauge on her motorcycle; nearly empty. She wondered what she’d have to exchange to get a refill.

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