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  2. This Lotor did sound really interesting. She shook her head a clear it, that was just a distraction, she had business to attend to! Exzel raised an eyebrow, questioning, "This was your first kiss? And I stole it eh?" She licked her lips, with a half smile remembering her taste. It did make her feel a bit of a thief stealing the girls first kiss. That means... she's pretty much untouched territory. It made her want to take her even more, a warmth spreading through her body. She pulled at her dress a quick moment as she felt the tingle from her lips go deeper and lower into her body. "It's not normal. In fact, I don't think I've ever
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  4. Welcome to the site! May all your dreams be mercilessly soaking wet.
  5. Who set the bar in the beginning?
  6. Who sets the bar for these things?
  7. Elie smiled at Exzel. "That's sweet of you but I need to be strong for my fans and for myself. I.....I can't break down yet. Also yes Lotor his name. He has sliver hair, light purple skin and the eyes that draw you in. Plus he's cocky and a badass." She said. Before Elie could speak again the feeling Exzel's lips against hers made her melt. Her eyes widen as feeling how soft her lips were. Exzel had taken her first kiss as a deep red blush rushed across her face but the such rush of magic surprised even Elie. "Wh....what was that? Is....is that normal for a first kiss?" She asked a bit worried her hand going to hip to rest on it as
  8. Wouldn't openness to joy be more appropriate?
  9. Does melancholy seem appropriate?
  10. Why do we not want to be alone, but choose solitude anyway?
  11. Isn't it time for a new question?
  12. Truth be told I think that is a good place to leave off that scenario in the van.
  13. Laura’s face contorted in pain as the battle hardened patrol officer beat her mercilessly. The blows were swift and strong, maybe just enough to leave bruises, which would act as reminders of her mistakes. She hated these men, but they were strong, certainly too strong for her to overcome by herself. She groans as the punches continue. “I-I’m sorry!” She stammered in between hits. The blows stop for a moment, waiting to hear her words. “P -please stop. I-I’m sorry.” Another blow to her chest, reminding her of what else she needs to say for this to end. “F-fuck me any way… any way you want.” She’s out of breath, panting as she begins to recove
  14. Sure I would! Feel free to message me!
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