.lemon Emoji Combos

some smvt i wrote (very bad) characters: y/n: you y/c: your crush It was a normal day, like always. You are wearing a oversized hello kittysweatshirt, no bra, and your n1pples are poking thru. you arent wearing any shorts, not even panties. You decide to just relax on your bed, watching the new Mean girls movie, then you hear a knock. ‘’Whoever could this be? ‘’ you thought. You open, and you see y/c. He smirked. ‘’hey baby. didnt know you would be here.’’ He runs his fingers thru his hair, making u blush. ‘’Ye, i came home early from France. After 10 min of straight up chatting, he grabs your boobs. ‘’Ohhhhhh ‘’ u gasp, as y/c rolls your n1pples thru ur sweatshirt, and he shoves his hand under ur sweatshirt. ‘’Is this okay? ‘’ he asks, for consent. ‘’yep. ‘’he carefully nips ur boobs with his teeth, underneath. He snaches the sweatshirt off you. Your nipples are taut, and pink with arousal. He smirks, happily that u arent wearing any panties. ‘’imma find your g spot ‘’. He flips you over the bed, and takes off his compression shirt and sweatpants. His abs and muscles contour his whole body, and his heavy breathing catches u. His calvin clein boxers were on the floor, no condom. He gets his tounge out. ‘’be a good girl and open your legs.’’ u do as he said, reaviking the pinkest, most jusicy with pussy juice dripping, and deep pussy. he puts his head close to your thighs, and begins to lick, circling ur clit slightly, making u twitch in pleasure. ‘’Ohhhhh ughhhughh😩…y/c..’’ you moan. he smirks, as you arch your back. the squelching noise is getting louder from ur pussy as he plunges his tounge in u. ‘’AHH OHHHHHHH AUHHSHHH ‘’ u twitch violently, spasming, and pussy throbbing. He smirks again, and fingers you, 5 fingers at once. u grip his biceps, as your juices start running down your thighs. he grips both of your boobs and rolles the nipple. You had enough of him teasing you. once he stops, you widen your legs as much as possible, and you start making the ‘ahegao face ‘, and moaning loudly and whimpering y/c name. You start rubbling ur clit, throbbing and enlarging. y/c gasps, and you see him getting hard. ‘’Ohhhhhh’’ u squeeze ur nipples and pump ur fingers in and out of you, and.. ‘’PSSSSS’’ you squirted. all over him. ur juices were all over his face, and abs. frick, he looked so hot. he licked ur juices off his face. ‘’omg…im so sorry… ‘’ u blush, embarrassed. ‘’its fine. ur a good sauirter. ‘’ he saids. he takes his 10 inch dick out of his boxers, which looked hard, and pointed upwards with precum dripping slightly. ‘’imgoing to shove this right into u.’’ he saids. ‘’m’kay, y/c’’ ‘’call me daddy.’’ he plunges it in in u, shoving it in and out and in and out super fast. his cum starts shooting all over ur pussy inside you, and ur face. « ‘’OHHHHHHHHHAHHUHHHHHHHHHH😩😩😩😩’’ you moan, and ur face twists into imennse pleasure as ur eyes roll back to the back of ur head. you start turning him over and grind him down, causing u to squirt, with ur pink pussy throbbing and him cumming all at once. ‘’lick this.’’ he puts his hard, 12 inch dick to ur mouth. u carefully handjb him, making him moan. ‘’y/n…’’ u bounce his balls together, and he grips onto ur boobs. he orgasms violentky, so violently he squeezes ur big, juicy boobs and u explode milk all over, and he starts sucking while fingering u, and he licks his fingers. u deepthroaut him, and the cum banging against u neack made u so wet. u both slept after 3 hrs of fcking, and u wake up the next day having the walls, the caroet, the bed, and everything coverd in cum, and other liquids. he wakes up too, and sees a vibrator, and sticks it in u. « OHHH » u moan. he picka u up, to the showers, and u both shower together, having him wash ur boobs and pussy, and u washing his dick. he secretly sticks the shower head under ur thighs, soraying it on full on mode, having u orgasm, squirting AGAIN. wow, u think. another thing to clean. the end (its so bad this story is the first story i wrote) 😭😭 (btw this will also be the last time im writing) -greenbean💎

~ first .peach story 🎀. : smvt / pvrn you walk into the classroom, arriving late accidentally. you got caught up in an 'assignment' with your boyfriend, nico mr. wilson is waiting at his desk for you, tapping a pen against the wooden surface. "youre late, miss [ ur name ]," he says, with a cold look as you walk in the door. you swallow, nervous for the afterschool tutoring session youre about to do with mr wilson. "sorry, sir. it wont happen again," you say, as you walk to his desk and take a seat next to him. "it better not.." mr wilson says. "now take out your textbooks." you put your textbooks on his desk, your slim and curved body tempting him as your vulnerable body lingers next to him your breasts move up and down as you take small breaths, catching your teacher's attention. you lean over and take a pen out of your bag, back arching in ways mr wilson finds hard to resist. leaning back up and sighing, mr wilson studies your body. "[your name~]," mr wilson inhales softly, and you turn to him, your eyes meeting his you smirk. "hi~" you breathe. "hey there~" mr wilson says gently. you squeeze together your thighs, putting pressure on your pvssy and making you squirm slightly in pleasure mr wilson notices this, and with his years of experience, knows what you're doing. he cant help himself anymore and rests his hand on your knee. you inhale in surprise, exhaling shakily and slowly as your eyes flutter in shock as you follow his hand... up.. up your thigh.. his warm, comforting fingers begin to travel slowly to your inner thighs, and moving towards your pvssy you take a deep breath- and totally unhinged- ask him, "h-have you ever fvcked a student..?" he meets your eyes. "maybe. but all im worrying about rn is if.. i can fvk you... can i...?" you gently grab his wrist and lead it to your pvssy, slipping his fingers under your pants but not your panties. he feels your soaking wet pvssy and inhales in surprise, circling it gently in shock, massaging it softly. you smirk. "does that answer your question?" you ask. "fvk yes.." mr wilson gasps. he picks you up by your thighs and sits you on his desk, pushing aside your textbooks and a few scattered items. your wetness is soaking your panties now, trickling down your thighs slowly this seems to only turn mr wilson on more. he runs his hands under your shirt. and he slips off your top, before unclipping your bra and letting it fall to the surface of the desk. "holy shit." he breathes as he takes in every curve and detail of your huge t!ts. you pull him by his shirt and force him to kiss you, and you feel the wet sensation of his tongue exploring your mouth. you make out with mr wilson for a few minutes, soft moans escaping your lips when you gasp for air in between kisses. his hands explore your body, running up and down your breasts. he squeezes them and rubs them, turning you on more than ever. he then moves down to your neck, giving you hickeys and hot kisses against your neck and eventually your chest and t1ts. you moan and squirm, the pleasure is seething through you. he moves down to your pants, where he unbuttons your jean shorts and slips them down your legs, revealing soaked panties and a pink pvssy buldging underneath them mr wilson can hardly contain himself as he slips off your panties, bringing your flooded pink pvssy into his sight. more wetness trickles down your bikini line and your inner thighs. mr wilson takes his fingers and rubs the outer lips of your clit, loosening it up even though its already loose enough from the amount of liquid streaming out. you moan softly, and he rubs faster and harder, hands pressing as you moan louder and little streams of cvm pour out. he then begins to slide in his fingers, which is where the real pleasure begins, as he slides in 2 fingers at a time. you moan and your body juices coat his fingers. he takes them out and licks them, before shoving in 3 fingers and fingering you. he shoves them in and out extremely fast, making you gasp and whimper in pure delight. he then pushes you on the desk, on your back, and takes off his pants, before his boxers, and you cant keep ur eyes off the boner he has. the next few moments are a blur, his huge dick is shoved inside your pvssy.. you can hardly breathe through the moans that escape from inside you as he grinds his cock inside you and his body against yours. the pleasure is so unreal. he thrusts deep inside you, hitting your sweet spots and all the places that make you feel amazing. you moan loudly and he presses his lips against yours to muffle your whimpers. "fuuckkk...~" his hands roam your body, touching you in all sorts of places as he cvms deep inside of you and you flood the table with your juices he makes out with you and continues to fvck you as he roams your body. this goes on for about an hour. best hour of your life~ -- flw me for more storiess <3 -- ּ . ֶָ֢. luv .peach . ᡣ𐭩

~ hus x wife smvt story 🤍. : smvt / prn / 13+ : ~ heres for all u freakss (u play the wife <3) its a gorgeous day, the sun is shining brightly in puerto rico, where you and your husband are on your on your honeymoon your limo arrives at your stunning clifftop villa, overlooking the crystal clear, shimmering blue sea stairs down from the cliff give you the option to head to the beach below whenever you want, making this getaway truly romantic you squeeze your husband's hand tightly in excitement as the door of the limo is held open for you, and you both climb out, taking deep breaths of the ocenic, salty air crashing against the cliff below your chauffer carries your luggage inside, and the breathtaking view of the house's interior, complete with a spiraling staircase, almost challenges the outside landscaping. the chauffer wishes you both a lovely stay before he gets in the limo and drives off leaving you and your new hubs alone. ········· ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ········· later, you both get ready for dinner, putting on nice outfits and you pick a tight-fitted, sexy red dress that is cut short well above the knees the dress enhances your slim body with it's curved, tempting features. it captures every single curve and dip in your delicate body. after doing your hair and makeup, you walk into the entry way, where your husband waits for you. his jaw drops ever so slightly and his eyes scan your body, every delicious inch. for a moment, you think hes going to get mad about the amount of body your showing. but he pulls you in by the waist and french kisses you, one hand cupping your cheek and the other- the one that was on your waist, slips down to grip your ass and hoist it up. you let out a tiny moan and this turns him on more than ever, you feel the buldge in his pants as he presses his body against yours. you hope you dont get wet in this dress. after a few more minutes of making out and tiny gulps for air, you pull away and you both are breathing heavily. "h/n.. w-we have dinner reservations~" "fuck the reservations," your husband says. "i want you. your body. your love.." he says shakily this surprises you because he's only seen you naked a few times, and you two have never gotten intimate. of couse, youve touched eachother PLENTY, but a tiny state of shock still washes over you. "im hungry, tho.." you whine. "fine." he mutters. you call the limo and a new chauffer drives you to the fancy, exquisite restaraunt. the glamour and luxury of the place is genuinely gorgeous in your eyes. you both are seated next to each other at a table, the chairs against the wall and the front of the table facing the rest of the restaraunt. after ordering drinks, you both begin talking about the activities you'll be doing on the honeymoon. you pick up your phone as the conversation dies, and suddenly you feel a tight grip on your inner thigh. your eyes flutter back in pleasure and delight as your husband rubs your inner thigh in hard circles, massaging a spot that makes u see stars~ "baby..~" you whine. "were in a restaraunt..." he smiles slightly. "i dont care, love." your hubs continues to rub harder, making you squirm in pure pleasure. you feel yourself starting to get wet in your tight little dress, and you make a tiny moan of despair. the last thing you want is to have a little 'accident' in this dress. when you sit down, your dress goes even farther up, and now it's so short, your bikini line is practically exposed- but only to your husband. your big breasts move up and down for each shaky breath you take, and he cant contain himself anymore. "[name..]" he whines, slipping his hand up the bottom of ur dress and feeling your soaked thong, barely covering your pvssy. youre feeling incredibly horny yourself, so you nod and he takes your hand and you both get the fuck out of there. the limo is waiting for you both out front, and you climb in and press a button, letting a private wall come down between your seats and the drivers so you both have privacy. chauffer starts driving and your hubs hoists you on his lap so you're facing him, you feel his boner in your ass through his pants. he pulls up your short dress and gets a nice view of your soaked (now transparent) thong, as well as the juicy pink pussy thats buldging underneath. he slips off the thong and pulls down his pants, before hoisting you up as wetness drips down your inner thighs he moans in pure desperation to taste pussy... his dick sticks up, precum dripping off the delicious tip. he then lets your body ease down, his dick going in your pussy slowly. you make little moans and gasps and whimpers as it's inserted into your tight little clit~ this turns him on even more and he hoists your body up and down.. up, down, up, down, so your'e bouncing and riding his big cock. he shoots cum into your tiny little pussy and you moan, grasping onto him as you ride his cock. cum drips out of your clit and you whimper and whine, the pleasure is amazing..~ he begins kissing you as you bounce up and down on his sex, one hand beginning to take your shirt off and the other helping you ease his cock inside and out, inside and out. you feel the hot sensation of his tongue swirling inside your mouth, his hands explore every dip, curve, and inch of your perfect body, running down it and touching you in places you love. your shirt comes off and your bra unclipped, he begins to give you hickeys on your big, pink breasts, dripping with slight milk and precum. he licks it up and bites your bottom lip, swirling his tongue in your mouth as you gasp for air in between kisses. you bounce harder, making him gasp and moans escape his mouth as he massages and rubs your breasts in aggressive circles, moving them up and down before biting your nipples, making you moan, he goes harder and harder, forcing your body to bounce and bounce as he grinds his hips against yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your pussy and ass filling the air. good thing the wall is sound proof. he throbs inside of you, making you moan intensely but not too loud, and wonder if you can handle this. he fills you with an unbearable amount of cum, and you wonder how he's been holding it this whole time. he finally takes out his huge cock and the minute you have no support, cum comes pouring out of your pussy, flooding our laps and the carseats. i moan in despair "its okay little miss waterfall~" your husband says. "we'll get you cleaned up~" "mhtmm~" you whimper and he begins massaging your outer lips to comfort and pleasure you. you sigh in relief and pleasure... but suddenly the car stops.. you realize the limo has arrived at your villa !? "oh fuckk..~" your husband groans, knowing we're both naked and any second now the doors will be opened... part 2 coming if u guys want it !! reply by tagging .peach saying u want a part 2 <3 thank uu xo ~ .𖥔 ݁ ˖

im 13 and a hypersexual “sex adict” and i cant go on actual websites bc im scered my parents will se ive been reading this stuff or watching it. Ive been hypersexual since i was 8yrs old idk about the smut on here. its nice to rub yourself to and yh i doont mind(≧∀≦) Btw please make part twos to ur stories if it ends half way thruuuT^T

hi everyone its .peach :3 if u enjoy my stories , pls give feedback by using the tag .peach and letting me know if u like them / ideas 🤍. also , u can chat me on dc : @angvlrss make sure to upvote my smvt if u like it ! (click the like button) tysm ! luv , .peach - 🍑 . ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ 🔞🍷🩸 hihi!! idk what this is but everybody else is writing really bad smut so here’s my really bad smut! this story belongs to “lala !!” ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ — TW : SMUT (consensually you freak) AND INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE — “No. No, the white haired man told himself as his eyes settled on his worst nightmare brought the life. No, this could not be real. His dearest girl, the one he worshipped like no other, was strapped to a wooden stake. The flames engulfed her, blazing against her usually ethereal pale skin. The way the fire crackled against the wooden logs reminded him of the way his heart lit ablaze, the way his entire life turned to nothing but an abundance of flames and chaos in this very moment. ‘Bernadette!’ He called to his lover. Arden wanted to hold her, to cherish her, to tell her everything was okay. But how could he? How could he tell her that everything was okay when it was nothing but? Who was he to lie to the woman who brought him nothing but joy — the one who loved him despite those fangs that protruded from his canines? He scrambled towards the wooden pit, falling to his knees infront of his burning lover. Her cries of agony couldn’t hold a candle to his anguished sobs that he let free of his choked throat. ‘No! No, my love, my beautiful— NO!’ The youngling screamed, his entire body convulsing in pain as the light refracted off of the burning flames. But the physical pain could not match the mental torture he was being put through. He would forever hate whoever did this to her. The one who snatched the love of his life right out of his grasp, sending her into an untimely death that the soul did nothing to deserve. Yet, he couldn’t help but think : was this all his fault? Was Bernadette, HIS Bernadette, being burnt at the stake because she had an affair with a vampire? He couldn’t help but cry harder at the thought. The vampire’s sobs filled the song of the quiet town, the woodland creatures chirping in harmony to his rhythmic cries. As the fire depleted like the spark in his eyes, his hands reaching to grab onto the ashes that remained of his lover. The substance slipped out of his hands just as his hopes and dreams did. Nothing could replace the hole in his heart, the part of him that would be forever missing without his one and on—“ “Y/N?” The girl squeaked in shock, slamming the book she had ‘borrowed’ from her vampire host shut before he could see the words gracing the pages. “What are you doing awake?” The (h/c) slowly turned, her face painted in a sloppy grin as she rocked on her heels awkwardly. “Mr. Emmanuel!—“ “Arden.” The long haired vampire corrected with a cock of the eyebrow. “…Arden. Right. Arden! What a pleasure to see you here!” The man, who she now realized was from the novel she had just entertained herself with, scoffed, his brows raised in a “I’m-not-falling-for-your-shenanigans-again-(Y/N)” manner. Instead of reprimanding her like he truly wanted too, he simply resorted to a shake of his head and a sharp glare. “A pleasure… to see me… in my own library?” Brittany laughed loudly as an interjection, starting to speak up again before he could continue. “Yes!” The girl attempted, tucking the leather book behind her back. Her heart was beating so rapidly she was sure he could hear it. “I mean, you… words… are hard…. You didn’t seem like the reading type!” Arden snorted, his arms still crossed like an angry father. He stopped entertaining her delusions further at this point. He snapped his fingers and the book she had been so desperately trying to conceal from him appeared in his left palm. “Ah.” He clicked his tongue, his teeth gritting together as he looked at the title. The magical book, feeling it’s masters frustration, shied away from him. The words became much less readable and instead were mushed together, like a ballad soup, so to say. “A pathetic novel. I was so weak back then, wasn’t I?” (Y/N) looked up at him with curious eyes. Pathetic? She didn’t think so. The way he was so hopelessly devoted to his love was… endearing. She felt her heart swell at the idea of him crying over her, feeling nothing but surges of love surrounding (Y/N). If only… she was just a mere guest in the vampire’s mansion, seeking refuge from the cursed forest under his wing. “No. You weren’t. I think I prefer an emotional Arden over one as stone-hearted as you.” The girl giggled, pressing her index fringe against his unbeating heart. Unfortunately, they didn’t seem to be close enough for such activities, as (Y/N) was immediately backed into Arden’s desk. “I am not stone-hearted, little dove.” He grunted, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing it back. The girl whimpered, and at the sound, his piercingly golden eyes settled. His grip loosened and transformed into a gentle caress, stroking her hair as if she was a little girl again. “I can be much more feeling than you’d think.” (Y/N), despite the fear coursing through her veins and the right side of her brain screaming at her to “STOP!,” let out a small snicker in amusement. “You? Feel something? I don’t think the word ‘emotion’ is even in your vocabulary.” Arden snickered right with her, grabbing under her thighs and seating her atop his wooden desk. He moved all the knickknacks, most of which being crafts from (Y/N), out of the way and laid her down on the warm wood. Not as warm as their two, hot bodies starting to mesh together. The white-haired male flashed a sinister grin at her, his hands resting on the side of her hips. “Just like how the word gentle isn’t?” He asked with a head tilt, his hands slipping lower at his malice filled words. (Y/N) gasped at the feeling of his hands slowly inching towards her sex, his cold fingers latching around the waistband and slowly pulling her pants down. While Arden looked all comfortable and smug, he was internally panicking. If his expression was a mask, his face below the coating of confidence would be that of a lovestruck teenage boy, despite being more than centuries old. He had experience, yes, but it was… so much different with (Y/N). He hadn’t felt this way since Bernadette. No, no, that was a lie — he never felt this way for Bernadette. He thought he knew what love was, but seeing (Y/N) beneath him, trembling and warm, he couldn’t help but rethink it. Maybe his own, subjective definition of love wasn’t as convoluted as he believed. He used to think of it as a complex feeling, a concept he could never wrap his head around despite his years of experience. Yet, he was beginning to believe that it wasn’t that intricate. As his thumb gently stroked over her concealed lips, he begun to realize that his interpretation of love was simply (Y/N). (NO IM NOT DONE IM SORRY IT WAS SO LONG WITH LIKE LITTLE TO NO SPICE… this might flop so even if ONE person wants to hear the rest… I’ll publish it 🤝) - lala !! :¨ ·.· ¨: `· . ౨ৎ

hello! im deciding to create .lemon for polyamorus porn stories! feel free to post anything using .lemon however i am not the creator of .lavender or .blueberry i will be known as tiruri/tiru :)

ᡣ𐭩 | hii -- ive seen lots of ppl making smvt posts and porn, so im gna be creating some myself! let me introduce my acc <3 -- name | .peach -- content | porn and smvt stories! (some not as d!rty as others) -- tag .jxsturs if ur gna make up a story using my storyline! \\ all my stories will be tagged with .peach, og so no copiess \\ thank uu ~ | ౨ৎ

to the idiot who tried to impersonate tiru: Fuck you bitch! 🖕ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ !

𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲, 𝐈 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 (𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡) 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩 (𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡) 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐣𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞, "𝐃𝐨𝐣𝐚, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?" 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩, 𝐦𝐦𝐡, 𝐦𝐦𝐡, 𝐦𝐦𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐦𝐡 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐦, 𝐦𝐦𝐡, 𝐦𝐦𝐡, 𝐦𝐦𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞? 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐢-𝐢-𝐢-𝐢 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲, 𝐈 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 (𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡) 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩 (𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡) 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐢 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐤é 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲, 𝐈 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 (𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡) 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩 (𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡) 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩, 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐄𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩, 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐄𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲, 𝐈 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 (𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡) 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩 (𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡) 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞...) 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

"Mmph.." Small whines left your lips as the vibrator on you clit continued, making you get even closer to cumming. Earlier that day, you saw a new sex toy shop, and found a vibrator you wanted. You bought it, and as soon as you got in your car, pulled off your panties, and put it on your clit, on the lowest level. Your fingers grazed against your enterance, slowly slipping in and thrusting in and out. You got impatient, turning the toy to it's highest level. A loud whine escaped her lips, thrusting your fingers even faster and harder into your cunt. Before you knew it, you cummed hard on your fingers, loud huffs leaving your lips. By Chimo, new smut writer <3 Tell me, did I do good? Did you get wet? Did you masturbate to this?

ʜɪ, ɪ’ᴍ ©️®️🆎🅱️🅾️🦀. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀ sᴍᴜᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ. ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴜᴛs ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʜéʀɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ ɢᴜᴛᴢ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴍᴜᴛs, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ .ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ, .ʟᴀᴠᴇɴᴅᴇʀ, .ᴘɪɴᴇᴛʀᴇᴇ ᴏʀ .ʙʟᴜᴇʙᴇʀʀʏ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ (V\ ^| |^ / V) ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ▸ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ༺𝓨/𝓝༻ 20yo uni student 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 ༺𝓕/𝓝༻ 20yo uni student 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ༺𝓑/𝓝༻ 19yo uni student A naturally beautiful girl, there’s always boys trailing behind you trying to get you in their bed. Most of these boys have all been pretty but none of them have ever stood out to you, at least not until today. As you were walking to a lecture with your childhood friend F/N, a student you’ve never seen before caught your eye as he leant on a locker. He wasn’t big and strong, he wasn’t cute and pretty, but somehow you still fell for him instantly. You look away, trying hard not to blush as you legs start buckling beneath you. Soon, F/N realised what was going on and teased, “Oooooh, you like him????” “Stop,” you exhaled, “but you gotta admit he’s hot.” “Uh… not really?” There was an uncomfortable silence as you two walked to your lecture. ꧁~~~꧂ As you were leaving for lunch, you catch a glimpse of the same boy and you feel your stomach lurch with excitement. You try to steal a few glances as you walked, but you almost immediately crashed into a professor. “Oh! Uh, s- sorry Professor!” You blubbered. “Watch where you’re walking, Y/N.” Almost gasping, you manage a stifled “Sorry!” and rushed past. You made it three steps before tripping straight onto the floor. Great. Of course the boy was there to see that happen. Angrily, you pick up your bags, feeling like you’re on the verge of tears. That’s when you see a hand reach out in front of you. It’s the boy from before. With your tongue caught in your throat, you hastily accept his grasp and pull yourself up. You can feel your heart beating at a million beats a minute as you try to indulge in every second his hand is in yours. Shakily, you say “Th- thank you, uh…“ “B/N.” His voice was surprisingly low, almost seducing. “Thank you, B/N. Uhm, I’m Y/N.” “Stay safe, alright?” With that, he placed a firm hand on your shoulder for a second and walked away. You stood there, frozen with shock, shame and sheer joy until you see F/N running towards you. ꧁~~~꧂ It’s the next day, and this time, after some convincing from F/N, you’re on a mission to find the boy and ask him out. What you never would have expected in a thousand years was that he’d been looking for you, and was ready way before you were. As you and F/N walked towards your lockers, heads scanning around for any signs of the boy, he’d been following you. As you passed room after room, he’d been waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce. And that opportunity came as soon as you and F/N passed an open janitors closet. Because that’s when he held a hand up to your mouth to stifle any cry, and swiftly pulled you into the closet. “I know you want this, Y/N” he whispers in your ear. “B/N?” You mumble, suddenly feeling a lot calmer. “Y/N!!!!!” You hear F/N call as she crashes into the dark closet with you. B/N quickly closed the closet door behind her. Holding both of your mouths, he whispers, “You naughty girls. I think you deserve a big punishment.” Surprisingly, F/N, who previously deemed B/N not hot, eagerly exclaimed - “Yes daddy!” You followed suit and said the same. In the confusion of the darkness, all you could do was blindly hope that B/N was still there. A warm hand wraps around your waist. Another finds grabs your thigh. A third hand inches slowly towards your pussy. In response, your arms flail uncontrollably and end up just trying to hold yourself up. Slowly, the third hand starts rubbing around your clit. You whimper. “Shhh,” came a whisper in your ear, “good girl.” The hand presses harder. Then harder. You notice that your skirt was slowly being taken off. The hand started rubbing furiously, causing a loud moan to escape from your mouth. Instantly, a soft lip is on yours, muffling your moaning. Then you feel a wet sensation sloshing about in your mouth. F/N is tounging you. B/N rips off your panty. You kick out in surprise but then your legs get surpressed- someone sat on them. A finger enters your pussy. Two. Three. In, then out, tickling the edges of your vagina as the fingers move through. “Ahmmmmm~ yes~” you try to moan. You hear a zip. Before you can process what the sound even was, your breath is slammed out of you as a cold hard dick is shoved up your pussy. “B/N!!” You scream, met immediately with a slap to the face. Again and again, his massive cock slides through your sex, balls smacking against your clits every time. B/N groans, and then stops. You whimper in need. All of a sudden, B/N goes crazy and starts fucking you like you stole from him. He grabs you and fucks you over and over, breathless but still pumping your craving pussy as it squirts all over him. You moan incredibly loud until F/N sits on your face, dripping fresh juice into your mouth. “Urghhh!!” B/N moans, taking out his penis and finally cumming all over you two sluts. After a minute of just regaining your breaths, B/N grabs you by the hair and starts forcing you into giving him a blowjob. You glugged and swallowed the monster for what felt like mere seconds, but turns out over twenty minutes had passed and everyone was exhausted. Eventually, you all fell asleep in a beautiful naked mess. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ Author: ©️®️🆎🅱️🅾️🦀 I will use the tag .crabbo for all the smuts i write in the future. I hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading ❤️

18+ story~ by kawaiibunny~ enjoy 💦 Ever since you were a kid, you've been playing with yourslef It started when you were 6 years old. You were sitting at the edge of a table, and you moved your legs. it hit your cilt. ohh, did it feel good. you continued doing this for many years. now, your mom finally found out. she thinks it's a genetic thing, not created by you. thank god. you go to the doctor's to get surgery. you have a swollen perineum. the doctor needs to get a diagnosis first. he locks the room. your mom is at work and dropped you off. "oh... so let's see," he says. he pulls down your pants. "augh~" you mutter. you look down at his pants, and his dick is rock hard. "maybe i can use this to my advantage..." you think. you lay down on the couch, spreading your legs wide. "f-fuck me daddy~" you say. the doc is suprised, but smiles. "hmm..." he unzips his pants. He smiles. "I need to diagnose you, after all." to be continued---🍯

helloe its tiru and oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooofoffffffffffffffffoooooonnnnndddddddddddddeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnhhhhhhhiiiiikmnnnnggggggggggg so kawaii 😣😣😣

heyo!!! my names zombie gutz and im a new writer for .cherry, .blueberry and .lemon!! heres some stuff abt me: pronouns: they/it aesthetic: scenecore gender: xenogender

yall we gotta love tiruri for this! 🌹 .lemon is gonna be the best 🍋 -jess (reply if u want)

It was a warm, balmy night in the city. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and the faint sounds of distant laughter. A lone figure sat at a small, cramped desk in a dimly lit room, poring over a worn leather-bound book. The book's pages were yellowed with age, its ink faded and smudged. The figure, a woman with long, raven hair that tumbled down her back, seemed utterly engrossed in its contents. Her brow furrowed as she studied an ancient map, tracing her fingers along the wrinkled parchment. She paused, her eyes narrowing, and leaned in closer, squinting at a particular spot. The room was filled with an almost palpable sense of anticipation, as if she was about to uncover some long-lost secret. She let out a small gasp and sat back in her chair, her hands shaking slightly. There was something about this place, this map, that she couldn't shake. It felt...familiar. As if she had been here before, in another life. Perhaps that was why she had been drawn to it, why she had left everything behind to pursue this quest. The woman reached for a dusty, old key that hung around her neck and unlocked a hidden drawer in the desk. Inside, she found a worn, leather pouch. She dumped the contents onto the desk: a handful of crumpled parchment, a small vial of unmarked liquid, and a dagger with an ornate handle. The woman picked up the dagger, feeling its weight in her hand. It was as if it had always been there, waiting for this moment. She stood up, stretching her limbs, and walked over to the window. The city lay sprawled out before her, twinkling like a jewel in the night. For a moment, she considered leaving it all behind, returning to her normal life. But then she thought of the map, of the secrets it held, and knew that she couldn't turn back now. With a determined smile on her lips, she turned back to the desk and began to pack up her things. The quest was about to begin. The woman, whose name was Amara, made her way through the winding streets of the city, following the ancient map's directions. The further she went, the more the map seemed to come alive, guiding her through a labyrinth of hidden passageways and forgotten alleyways. As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, that someone or something was following her every move. But she didn't let this deter her. She was too focused on the task at hand. Finally, after hours of walking, Amara arrived at the outskirts of the city. Before her lay a vast, untamed wilderness, stretching out as far as the eye could see. The air was thick with the scent of nature, and the sound of animals rustling in the underbrush. Amara hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath and steeling herself for what lay ahead. Then, with a determined nod, she turned and began to venture into the unknown. As she walked deeper into the forest, Amara found herself lost in thought. She couldn't help but wonder about the man who had given her the map, and the events that had led her here. His parting words echoed in her mind: "Follow the map, and you'll find what you're looking for." She wasn't entirely sure what that was, but she knew it was important. She had a feeling that whatever it was, it would change her life forever. The further she walked, the more the forest seemed to close in around her, the air growing thick with an almost palpable sense of anticipation. She could feel something drawing her onward, guiding her step by step toward whatever destiny lay in store. The map was a beacon, a compass, and a friend all in one. She trusted it implicitly. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Amara emerged from the forest and found herself standing before a massive, ancient temple. Its walls were covered in vines and moss, and its towers stretched up toward the sky like the fingers of a long-dead god. The air here was charged with an eerie sense of power, and Amara couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. She knew that she was close now, so close to whatever it was that she had been searching for. Taking a deep breath, she approached the temple and began to search for a way inside. The entrance was guarded by massive stone statues, their faces weathered and worn by time. As she searched for a way to bypass the guardians, she felt a strange tugging sensation in her stomach. It was as if something inside her was trying to guide her, to show her the way. She followed the sensation, trusting her instincts, and soon found a hidden passage leading into the heart of the temple. The temple was a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, each more ornate and awe-inspiring than the last. As she wandered through the halls, Amara couldn't help but feel as if she was walking through history itself. Every surface was covered in intricate carvings and faded murals depicting scenes of long-forgotten rituals and mythical beasts. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the sound of distant chanting. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she found herself standing before a massive, glowing door. It was the source of the strange tugging sensation she had felt earlier, and she knew that it was the key to whatever she had been searching for. With a deep breath and a steady hand, she reached out and grasped the handle. As she turned it, the door swung slowly open, revealing a chamber beyond that was bathed in a warm, golden light. The room was circular, its walls adorned with intricate carvings of lovers entwined, their bodies becoming one in a dance of passion. At the center of the chamber stood a massive four-poster bed, its sheets billowing gently in the soft breeze that flowed through the room. Upon the bed lay a man, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. He was impossibly beautiful, with flowing silver hair and skin the color of honey. As Amara tentatively approached the bed, the man's eyes fluttered open, and he looked at her with an expression of deep longing. Without a word, he reached out and took her hand, pulling her gently onto the bed beside him. She felt a shiver run down her spine as their skin touched, and she couldn't help but lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "You've found me, Amara," he whispered, his voice like silk. "I've been waiting for you." His words sent a thrill through her, and she couldn't deny the desire that surged through her. As he pulled her closer, his lips found hers, and they kissed passionately, their tongues dancing together in a waltz of desire. His hands began to explore her body, caressing her curves and finding their way under her clothes. She arched her back into his touch, moaning softly as pleasure coursed through her. And then, as if he'd been waiting for this moment for eternity, he guided her hips against his, and she felt his hardness press against her. He was so big, so thick, and she couldn't help but ache for him, needing him to fill her up. With a groan, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. She cried out in pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely claimed. He began to move, his hips slamming against hers in a rhythm that was as ancient as time itself. She wrapped her legs around him, digging her nails into his back, losing herself in the ecstasy of their union. As their passion reached its peak, the room seemed to disappear, leaving them suspended in a timeless void. The world outside no longer mattered; there was only the two of them, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and desire. And as he thrust deep inside her one final time, Amara felt a wave of release wash over her, leaving her breathless and utterly satisfied. As they lay together, panting and gasping for air, Amara couldn't help but wonder what it all meant. Who was this man, and why had he chosen her? But for now, she was content to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking, lost in the blissful haze of their passion. For she knew, deep down, that whatever the answers might be, they would reveal themselves in time.

HELLO GUYS! ITS TIRU HERE AND I WOULD LIKE TO SAY .LEMON IS NOT SHUTTING DOWN THERES SOMEBODY IMPERSONATING ME ABD SAYING ITS SHUTTING DOWN. ITS NOT. POST AS MANY STORIES YOU WANT. .LEMON IS NEVER SHUTTING DOWN!!

.LEMON IS NOT SHUTTING DOWN, THE REAL TIRU WILL SPAM THIS BECAUSE SOME STUPID BITCH DECIDED TO IMPERSONATE ME🥰🥰🥰🥰

from the creator of .lemon(tiru) IVE LITTERALLY NEVER FELT SO HAPPY IN MY LIFE IM GONNA EXPLODE AAAAAAA❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

alr ill own up!! im the impersonator of zombie gutz, and tbh, you seriously you guys should stop . addiction to that kinda stuff isnt good. honestly tryna help ya out, cha know? its not good for ya brain, and kids on here are searching this up (porn, etc) bc they have porn addictions, and you guys arent helping them get discourgered from doing it. ive seen literal things under the tag porn, “im 12 and i have a porn addiction! ive been doing it since i was 8 and i cant stop. :[“ please, do not post this anymore this is bad for children AND you. ^_^ thanks for reading, remember you matter and help is available💕 -ash

hi!! im peachie! im gonna make stories on here so feel free to search .peach to find them :) u can also create stories using .peach! theres no specific genre just anything ;) yea thats it hope to see u!

Q: how do u guys masturbate?? i need help (＞人＜;) A: hey~ i can help 🍯 first turn off the lights, make it real nice, whatever gets you in the mood~ maybe listen to some music, if that'll help? 💕 i recommend "straight to number one" by touch and go~ but it's your choice you know 💥 start by rubbing your thigh, and think of someone you like- you can also start to breathe faster~ then, start rubbing your nipples, slowly at first, then faster~ 💦 trail down to your underwear, and start pressing the middle of your pussy- don't take them off yet ♡ just do this to turn yourself on... then go under you underwear or take them off, trail through the lips, and keep pressing that middle spot- soft and slow at first, then hard and fast~ find your cilt, start rubbing it in a circular motion...augh~ that feels good, right? mmm... yes mommy... yes daddy... 🥵 just imagine- εつ▄█▀█● 💋💋💋 rub faster....more, MORE~~ aww, you're wet now, aren't you? that's good. tease your entrance, maybe put your finger in and out, who knows? start going deeper and faster, make sure to breathe faster...mmm~🍆🍆🍆💕 jiggle your boobs 🍒 CUM NOW! 😩 augh~ uhhn, uhnn, faster mommy~ faster daddy~ 💥💥💥 move your lower torso up and down, maybe even go into a dog position- like this εつ▄█▀█● yes~~ hope i helped you hon- i'd lick your whole mess up 🍯 (‿ˠ‿)🍑𓂸ᶠᶸᶜᵏme𓀐𓂸*𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴*🍑🥜hahnn... hahnn... augh- AUGH~~~ ahh🥵 made by kawaiibunny~ search up my name for more hon...𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓶𝔂😫

to the Creator of .lemon 🍋 I ADORE YOU SO MUCH 🌹🥺 PLZ ACCEPT MY ROSES 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹❤️ I LOVE U SO MUCH (not in that way but in a kind way) PLS ACCEPT THEESE ROSES 🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹❤ TYSM FOR MAKING .lemon 🍋

hello creator of .lavender is back! i would like to collab with tiru if thats possible? i saw u created .lemon and i luved it

fuck everyone that does smut get a life focus on school this shit is not good 4 you.. :(

hello! I'm new writer for .lemon bc I think it's cool! 🍋 About me:🌏 Il go by jess (not my real name)🗺 I'm Bisexual🏩 I'm female🏔 I'm 17🏳️‍🌈 and my birthday is on December 15th🇦🇶 I don't tiruri but I admire them!🤩

The sun had barely begun its ascent over the horizon, casting a warm, rosy glow across the sky as it peeked out from behind a distant mountain. The air was crisp and cool, yet the promise of a new day filled the world with an electric energy that seemed to hum through the trees and vibrate against the skin. Birds sang their morning songs from high in the branches, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze created a soothing soundtrack to the peaceful scene. A young woman, still wrapped in her cozy blanket, sat cross-legged atop a hill, taking in the beauty of the moment. Her long, raven-black hair fell in a waterfall of darkness around her shoulders, shining with a blue sheen in the morning light. Her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, scanned the landscape, lost in thought as she contemplated the day ahead. As she sat there, lost in her own world, she didn't notice the figure approaching from behind. It wasn't until she felt a pair of soft, warm lips press against her own that she snapped back to reality. Startled, she let out a muffled gasp, her body tensing as her heart raced in her chest. "W-Whoa, there!" she exclaimed, pushing back against the person who had kissed her. It was then that she saw her. A woman, even more beautiful than the morning itself, with long, flowing chestnut hair that fell in loose waves around her shoulders. Her eyes, a stunning shade of amber, held a mischievous glint as they regarded her with a playful smile. "I didn't mean to scare you," the woman said, her voice soft and soothing. "I just couldn't resist." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the young woman's again, sending shivers down her spine. The young woman felt a rush of heat spread through her body as she gave into the moment, returning the kiss with equal passion. Their tongues tangled together, and they moaned in unison as their hands explored each other's bodies. The woman's touch was electric, sending sparks flying through her veins. She felt herself growing wet between her legs, and a familiar ache began to build deep in her core. As their lips parted, they gazed into each other's eyes. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, a connection that seemed to transcend words. "I'm not sure why I came up here this morning," the woman admitted with a shy smile, "but I'm glad I did." She ran her fingers through the young woman's hair, sending tingles of pleasure coursing through her entire body. The young woman smiled back, feeling utterly and completely at peace in this moment. "Me too," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of their hearts pounding in their chests. The sun continued to rise higher in the sky, casting a warm glow across the landscape as the two women continued to explore their newfound connection, lost in the passion of the moment. Their kisses grew more intense, their bodies pressing tightly together as their hands explored every inch of skin they could reach. The woman's breasts, barely contained by her thin shirt, brushed against the young woman's chest, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She reached down, feeling the heat between their legs, and gasped as she touched the young woman's bare sex. The young woman arched her back, moaning loudly, her hips grinding against the woman's hand. As their desire reached a fever pitch, they finally broke apart, panting and gasping for air. The woman gazed down at the young woman with a look of longing and desire, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "I think..." she began, her voice shaky and uncertain, "I think I've wanted this for a long time." The young woman smiled, feeling tears welling up in her own eyes. "So have I," she confessed, reaching out to touch the woman's cheek. "But I never thought I'd find someone like you." They kissed again, this time slower and more tender, their tongues dancing together in a gentle waltz. The young woman's hands roamed over the woman's back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt. She pulled back slightly, looking into the woman's eyes, and then leaned forward, their breasts pressing together as she began to unbutton the woman's shirt. As the last button came undone, she pushed the shirt off her shoulders, revealing her perfect, round breasts to the morning sunlight. The woman gasped, arching her back as she felt the cool air brush against her nipples, already hard and aching for attention. She reached down, grasping the hem of her own shirt and pulling it over her head, revealing her smooth, toned stomach and the dark triangle of hair that led down to her mound. The young woman leaned forward, kissing and nipping at the woman's breasts, eliciting moans of pleasure from deep within her throat. As they continued to explore each other's bodies, lost in the passion of the moment, they began to climb higher up the hill, their limbs tangled together like a pair of lovers in a dream. The soft grass beneath them felt cool and inviting as they lay back, their hearts pounding in their chests and their breath coming in ragged gasps. The young woman reached down, feeling the woman's wetness on her fingers, and smiled, leaning in to touch her again, this time more intimately. The woman arched her back, crying out as pleasure washed over her in waves. The young woman kissed her way down the woman's chest, stopping to tease and nip at her hardened nipples before moving lower still, to the dark curls that surrounded her mound. She parted the wetness between the woman's legs with her fingers, feeling her heat and moisture against her skin. She licked her lips, tasting the saltiness on the air as she lowered her head, taking the woman's smooth, wet folds into her mouth. The woman's hips bucked up off the ground, her cries filling the air as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. The young woman's tongue danced expertly, exploring every inch of the woman's sex, teasing and pleasing in equal measure. She reached up, cupping the woman's breast in her free hand, rubbing her nipple roughly against the back of her hand, driving her wild with desire. As the woman's orgasm began to build, the young woman felt the tightening of her muscles, the urgency of her breath, the tension in every fiber of her being. She knew that this was it, that the woman was close, and she redoubled her efforts, determined to send her over the edge. The woman's body arched off the ground, her back bowing impossibly as she cried out in ecstasy, her hips bucking wildly against the young woman's face. The young woman felt the warmth of her release on her lips, tasted the sweetness of her on her tongue, and knew that she had given the woman what she needed. As the last tremors subsided, they lay there together, panting and sweaty, their hearts still racing from the intensity of the experience. The woman's fingers traced patterns on the young woman's back, the roughness of her skin sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "That was... more than I could have ever hoped for." The young woman smiled, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I'm glad," she said simply, before leaning forward to kiss the woman once more, softly and tenderly. As the sun continued to rise, they lay there in the warm grass, their bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. The woman's fingers played idly with a strand of the young woman's hair, her touch sending waves of contentment through her entire being. They spoke softly of their lives, their hopes and dreams, their fears and regrets, and as they did so, a deep connection began to form between them, a bond that neither of them had expected to find. They knew that this was just the beginning, that their journey together was just beginning to unfold, and they looked forward to whatever the future might hold for them.

The air was thick with anticipation as the crowd gathered around the center of the arena. It was the annual "Feast of Flesh," a celebration of the most primal of human desires: the hunger for violence and the thirst for blood. The spectators, dressed in their finest rags and chains, chattered excitedly amongst themselves, their faces painted with the colors of their favorite gladiators. The arena itself was a sight to behold, a massive circular structure made of rough-hewn stone and iron, surrounded by towering stands that seemed to reach up towards the heavens. Today's main event promised to be unlike any other in the history of the Feast. Two of the most famous gladiators in the land would face off against each other: the legendary "Silent Killer," a towering figure clad in black armor, his face hidden beneath a mask of rusted metal, and his opponent, the enigmatic "Lady of Lust," a petite and seductive woman who fought with a whip and a smile. Rumors swirled about their past encounters, some whispering of forbidden love, others of bitter hatred. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the arena, the two gladiators emerged from their respective tunnels, each accompanied by a throng of screaming fans. The Silent Killer moved with the grace of a predator stalking its prey, his eyes fixed on Lady of Lust, who danced and spun before the crowd, her whip cracking like a bullwhip. The air was thick with tension as they circled each other, neither daring to make the first move. The crowd held its breath, waiting for the moment when their two worlds would collide. Finally, Lady of Lust lunged forward, her whip snaking out towards the Silent Killer's legs. He leapt nimbly aside, his sword flashing in the dying light. With a swift movement, he parried her attack and countered with a slash of his own. Their weapons clashed, sending up a shower of sparks, and the crowd roared its approval. The battle raged on, each combatant matching the other's skill stroke for stroke, their breath coming in ragged gasps. The gladiators danced around each other, their bodies glistening with sweat and blood. The Silent Killer's armor was battered and dented, while Lady of Lust's clothes hung in tatters around her. She fought with a desperation that belied her small stature, her whip weaving a deadly web around the Silent Killer. But he was relentless, pressing her back towards the edge of the arena. With one final lunge, he pierced her heart, driving his sword deep into her chest. The crowd erupted into a frenzy as the Silent Killer stood triumphant over the fallen Lady of Lust. As the medics rushed to tend to her wounds, the Silent Killer removed his helmet, revealing the face of a woman. The crowd fell silent in shock. It was Lady of Lust, her features hidden beneath layers of makeup and prosthetics. She had been leading a double life, fighting as both a man and a woman, all for the sake of her own twisted amusement. As she was carried away from the arena, she turned her head towards the Silent Killer, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before they were lost amidst the chaos. The meaning of that look would be debated for years to come, but one thing was certain: the Feast of Flesh would never be the same again. The aftermath of the match cast a long shadow over the revelers. Some celebrated the Silent Killer's victory, while others mourned the loss of Lady of Lust. Rumors spread like wildfire, fueling the flames of speculation about the true nature of their relationship. Some claimed they had been lovers in secret, while others swore they had been bitter enemies all along. In the end, no one could be sure of the truth. As the sun set on the arena, the Silent Killer, now revealed as Lady of Lust, was stripped of her title and exiled from the kingdom. She disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of questions and uncertainties. The Feast continued without her, but the air of mystery and intrigue that had once defined it was forever changed. The gladiatorial combat was no longer about simple entertainment; it had become a complex exploration of identity, love, and betrayal. And with each new match, the stakes only grew higher. The new gladiators dragged the Lady of Lust out of the ring to the headquarters, but then.. A handsome man came and killed them all, Brining the Lady of Lust to his house, he asked '' What's your name?" She looked at him with her seductive eyes and said, "My name is Lust, but you can call me whatever you want." He smiled and replied, "I want you to call me Master." She blushed and said, "Yes, Master." The man, known as the Master of Lust, trained her in secret, teaching her new ways to use her whip and body to control men. He also taught her how to fight with a sword, making her even more dangerous. As time passed, they fell in love, and their passion knew no bounds. Their relationship became the talk of the town, with everyone wondering if the Master of Lust was indeed the Silent Killer who had slain the Lady of Lust. The Feast of Flesh continued, but now it was different. The crowd no longer cheered for bloodshed; they cheered for the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust. Their love story had given the arena a new purpose, a reason to exist beyond mere entertainment. The gladiatorial combat became a celebration of passion and devotion, of two souls intertwined in a dance of death and desire. One day, as the Lady of Lust was about to face her next opponent, the Master of Lust stood beside her. He took off his helmet, revealing his face to the crowd. It was the Lady of Lust herself, her features hidden behind the mask all along. The crowd gasped in shock and awe, realizing that she had been playing a double game. She had been both the victim and the victor, the prey and the predator. As they fought side by side, their love for each other burning bright, the Feast of Flesh reached its true purpose, its true destiny. And so, the story of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust continued, their love immortalized in the annals of history. The Feast of Flesh became a testament to their courage, their passion, and their unwavering devotion to one another. It was a tale of redemption and the power of love to conquer all, even the harshest of realities. And as the years passed, and new gladiators came and went, their story remained etched in the hearts of all who had witnessed it, a shining beacon of hope in a world that often seemed devoid of it. In real time, In the house, Master of Lust decided, He was horny, and asked if she wanted to have sex. Lady of Lust blushed and said, "Of course, Master." They went to their bedroom, and the Master of Lust undressed her slowly, savoring every inch of her exposed skin. As they made love, their passion was fierce and unyielding, a testament to the depth of their feelings for each other. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans of pleasure filling the air. As they lay together afterwards, sweaty and content, the Lady of Lust asked her Master about their future. "Will we always be together like this?" she whispered, her voice full of wonder. The Master of Lust smiled and stroked her hair, "As long as there is a Feast of Flesh, we will be its heart. We will be its beating soul. Our love will guide it, and our passion will make it sing." The Lady of Lust felt a thrill run through her at his words. She knew that their love was more than just a fleeting emotion; it was a force to be reckoned with. Together, they would shape the destiny of the Feast of Flesh, making it a celebration of not only blood and violence, but of love and devotion as well. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The Lady of Lust continued to fight with a newfound vigor, her heart full of love and determination. Whenever she faced an opponent, she could feel her Master's presence guiding her, his love and support giving her the strength she needed to overcome any challenge. One night, as they lay in bed, the Lady of Lust confessed to her Master that she was pregnant. The news filled them both with a mixture of joy and trepidation. They knew that their child would be born into a world where bloodshed and violence reigned supreme. But they also knew that their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle. Together, they vowed to protect their child and raise them in a world where love and compassion were just as important as strength and resilience. As the months passed, the Lady of Lust's pregnancy became more apparent. She grew rounder and more beautiful, her body a testament to the power of love and the bond that she shared with her Master. The Feast of Flesh continued, and with each passing battle, their love only grew stronger. They were no longer just gladiators; they were symbols of hope and redemption in a world that had long since forgotten such things. On the day that their child was born, the entire kingdom rejoiced. News of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust's union had spread far and wide, and their story had inspired countless others to find love and purpose in even the darkest of times. As they cradled their newborn son in their arms, they knew that they had created a legacy that would live on for generations to come. And so, the tale of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust continued to be told, their love a shining beacon in a world beset by darkness and despair. Their son grew up to become a great hero himself, fighting for justice and peace, always remembering the lessons his parents had taught him about the power of love and the importance of compassion. And when he had children of his own, he would tell them the story of his parents, of the Master of Lust and the Lady of Lust, and of the Feast of Flesh that had been transformed by their love into something truly wondrous and magical.

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It was a dark, stormy night. The wind howled through the treetops, their naked branches scratching at the inky sky like claws. Rain pelted the earth in a relentless downpour, turning the world into a shimmering, liquid playground. And yet, despite the fury of the storm, there was an eerie calm that hung over the forest. As if something wicked this way came, and the very air itself was holding its breath in anticipation. In a secluded clearing, sheltered from the worst of the tempest, three women huddled together for warmth. They were naked, their pale, wet flesh glistening in the faint light of the moon that managed to pierce through the thick canopy above. Their names were Lily, Rose, and Violet, and they were lovers. Not just any lovers, but a throuple, as they called it. A threesome. A triad. And tonight, they were going to consummate their love in a way they had never dared before. Lily, the tallest and most confident of the three, reached out and tenderly brushed a lock of wet hair from Rose's face. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle. "It's not too late to change your mind." Rose, who was a shade darker than Lily and had eyes the color of the ocean, gazed up at her with a mixture of fear and desire. "I'm sure," she whispered. "I've always wanted this. Just... don't hurt me, okay?" Violet, the smallest and most delicate of the three, nestled herself between them, her soft curves pressed against both Lily and Rose. Her long, raven-black hair was plastered to her back, and her lips were parted in anticipation. She reached out and took Rose's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'll take care of you," she promised. "I'll make sure it's perfect." The three women looked into each other's eyes, and in that moment, they felt a connection so deep it defied explanation. It was as if they were not three separate beings, but rather one singular entity, their hearts and souls entwined forever. And with that realization came a sense of courage and determination that drove away any lingering doubts or fears. Slowly, Lily leaned forward and pressed her lips against Rose's. The kiss was gentle at first, a tender exploration of lips and teeth and tongues. But as it deepened, so did the passion, and soon they were lost in a world of their own, oblivious to everything except for the sensations that coursed through their bodies. Violet watched them with a mixture of awe and desire, her own arousal growing with each passing moment. As Lily and Rose continued to kiss, Violet reached out and began to explore Rose's body, tracing delicate circles around her nipples with her fingers. Rose arched her back, crying out softly into Lily's mouth, and Violet smiled, taking that as her cue. She leaned forward and captured one of Rose's nipples between her lips, sucking gently at first and then more firmly as Rose's moans grew louder. Lily, feeling the tremors that ran through Rose's body at the touch of Violet's lips and tongue, pulled back from the kiss. She looked down at her lovers, seeing the desire and need in their eyes, and knew that they were ready. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto Rose, feeling the softness of her body give way as she entered her. Rose cried out, her fingers digging into Lily's hips as their bodies met in a perfect union. Violet watched them, her heart racing with excitement. She moved up between their bodies, positioning herself at Rose's entrance. With a gentle push, she eased herself inside, feeling the wet heat of Rose's body surround her. They were now connected, their bodies fused together in a way that felt both foreign and achingly familiar. The three women gazed into each other's eyes as they moved together, their bodies sliding against one another in a rhythm that was both sensual and primal. The sounds of the storm seemed to fade away, replaced by the wet slapping of flesh against flesh and the soft gasps and moans of pleasure. Time itself seemed to lose its meaning as they became lost in the moment, their senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. As their passion reached its peak, the storm outside reached its crescendo as well. Thunder boomed overhead, shaking the very ground beneath them, and lightning slashed through the sky, casting eerie blue-white shadows across the clearing. But the women were oblivious to it all. They were together now, bound not just by their love for each other but by something deeper, more primal. They moved as one, their bodies intertwined in a dance that was both sensual and raw. Rose's moans grew louder, her fingernails digging into Lily's shoulders as she was consumed by wave after wave of pleasure. Violet felt herself on the brink of release, her own body trembling as she helplessly succumbed to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her. She looked down at the two women beneath her, their faces flushed with desire, their lips swollen from kisses, and felt a powerful sense of belonging. She was no longer an outsider looking in; she was a part of something truly beautiful. And then, with a shuddering cry that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul, Rose orgasmed. Her body arched upward, pressing harder against Lily, and her inner walls clenched tightly around Violet, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her. Lily followed seconds later, her muscles tensing as she was overcome by the intensity of the sensation. Their cries mingled together, echoing through the clearing as they came together in a moment of perfect unity. As the aftershocks of their climaxes faded away, they collapsed onto the bed, spent and satiated. Rose buried her face in Lily's neck, breathing heavily, and Violet rested her head on Rose's shoulder, their bodies still entwined. The storm continued to rage outside, but it was nothing compared to the storm that had just passed between them. They lay there in silence for what felt like hours, content to simply be together, their hearts and minds and bodies forever intertwined. Finally, as the sky began to lighten with the first hints of dawn, they reluctantly pulled apart, their movements gentle and tender. They each took a moment to wash up, cleaning away the evidence of their passion from their bodies. When they were finally ready, they crawled back under the covers, wrapping themselves in the warmth of the blankets and the comfort of each other's presence. They fell asleep with the rising sun, their dreams filled with nothing but the echoes of their love. And as they slept, the sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in a golden light, casting long shadows across the bed and the three sleeping women within it. It was a peaceful, serene scene, but those who knew their story could see the strength and resilience that lay hidden beneath the surface, the love that had forged them into something far greater than the sum of their parts. For in the end, it was not the storm that had brought them together, but the calm that followed. And it was in that calm that they found their true home.