A
beautiful blonde woman sighed as she stretched in her private desk.
Rachael glanced at her phone, it was buzzing with a familiar tune she
had selected just for her hubby. It was ringing at exactly 1:02 PM,
just like every day. She smiled at her secretary, and dismissed her,
telling her the usual about going on her lunch break. Picking up the
phone, she mustered up the most convincing rushed voice she could to
fool her hubby.
"H-hello?
What is it?" She near shouted, rustling papers fo

Verna took one look down at her
clothes and realized, much to her dismay, that her Pokémon adventure
had resulted in her getting quite dirty. While growing up,
the young girl had always heard breathtaking stories of the journeys
trainers were supposed to go on. Traversing vast plains, crawling
through the darkest caves, scaling mountains one couldn't even see
the tops of, seeing Pokémon whose power seemed almost magical... And
not once did any of those stories mention the tedious and mundane
t

Sam
rolled out of his sheets with a tired groan, his messy blonde hair
matted to his face with sweat. It was only June, and already, too
damn hot for the young man. He sat up in his bed, brushing the curly
locks away from his eyes as he reached for his phone. 4:37 AM.
Shit. Sam had been hoping his sleeping problems would leave him be
for the summer months, without the necessities of college to keep him
awake into the wee hours of the morning, but it only took the first
half of June to snuff

Scott was sitting on a park bench, hand left in his pocket as he used his phone with one hand, texting a friend a little. He wasn’t particularly invested, half-bored as he tried to figure out what to do with his time. No job, no school, no nothing. He was kind of hoping that his friend might want to go do something with him, or hang out, but even then, his friend wasn’t that particularly interesting...sigh. Apparently, it was destined to be a dull day for Scott, from his perspective.

The stink of sex filled the apartment when Jason pushed open the door. He frowned, keys still in his hand, and sniffed. It was stronger than he’d ever smelt that particular perfume before. The mixture of sweat, spilt cum and . . . . strawberry lube?



 




He frowned, letting the door swing shut behind him. The meagre lounge room spread out in front of him;

It was a nice-ish neighborhood, small lawns, medium houses, common cars in the driveways. Clean, but firmly middle class. Walking up the driveway from her car, Celeste lifted her sunglasses up to rest on top of her head, smelling fresh cut grass and flowers on the warm spring air. She sighed a little. Apartment living was cheap, but it definitely lost something. She tapped the little button by the door and listened to the sound of the doorbell fading away, humming softly.
The door opened to rev

An
ottery sleeping bag 2By Strega
Lake
Wahachi was known for its otters, huge yet cute water-weasels larger
than a man but gentle and harmless to humans. It was against the
park rules to swim with them but people occasionally did just the
same and other than the rare scratch from a wayward stroke of a
webbed paw's claws people rarely came to harm. If they had wanted to
they could easily overturn boats and overpower any person in the
water (or even out of it, some of the otters being ten-plus