Huginn Blue

Not guilty. Only mobile game I play is Sudoku, or Duolingo to learn German if you can consider “gamification learning” a game. Next poster is studying investments or personal development to improve their lives.

Not guilty. Im a gentleman and a diplomat, but have no problem putting people in their place when needed. Next person enjoys pushing the limits and testing other people patience, just to see how they’ll react.

Fuck because they love Isabella so much and I smell a shot at a 3-some.

Not guilty because of the “only” portion in that sentence. I do love a GOOD, real mustard. Next poster has spilled condiment on a lovers body and licked it up.

Fuck life energy back into their healed body.

Fuck, of course. The lady has a point and I wouldn’t dare to disagree.

Guilty. 19cm. Next poster does not care about cock sizes.

Not guilty. Not even close. Next poster had more sexual partners than birthdays.

Guilty, but I do not believe they like probing our asses. Next person prefers wine over beer.

Not guilty. I just moved for another country and haven’t been to the movies in a long time. next poster has one (or a few) outfits they love but are usually ashamed to wear in public.

Little shame

Guilty. I allowed myself to be tied to the bed and hated it. I gotta be in control. Next poster still fantasizes about a former lover from a long time ago and never told anyone.

Every time you travel to Djibouti, you make me want to roleplay an interracial gangbang. Quickly now, it’s time. Get the ________ and call _______. I shall not live the rest of my days wandering if I should have ________.

Basic instincts

Guilty, several, but not in a long time now. Next poster likes to watch cartoons.

Not really guilty there. Maybe some kind of E.T. next poster is an Expat, living away from their home country.

Finally! After perfecting the formula for Parmigiano, and thus be able to full the worldwide need for edible dildos. Oh no!! Who is that arriving from ______ to ruin our plans? That’s must be _______. We should _______.

Guilty surely. Being an expat from Brazil, I’m always the “Caipirinha” guy. Next person has a drink recipe they can not resist and always end up drinking too much of it.

Public breeding

Guilty, very much. not just career, I’m an ambitious individual. Next person has had over 5 pets during their lives.

Open relationship

The anger made them sick. The sheer unfairness of it all, the revolting conditions the population was forced to endure, the humiliation. That corrupted government wanted them on their knees, treated them like cattle. WE ARE NOT CATTLE! Tom wanted to screen, but getting caught meant torture and death, which was probably the fate of so many of his friends, or so he assumed after they just disappeared. Tonight, it should had been about planning and revenge. About pay back and taking control of what belonged to them, have they not been betrayed. Someone sold them out, surely, and in the middle of their secret meeting, the building was suddenly swarmed by drones. They all knew the risk and they all knew the drill: Each man for himself. Separated, each had a better chance. Tom and Tim, however, were inseparable. All the brothers had was each other. So they ran, jumped, climbed, hid. It was over two hours ago, and Tom, the oldest, was still not sure if it was safe. Anyway, they were so far from home by now that going back was the worst thing they could do. Better to hide in the narrow alleys and wait for dawn. During the day, they were just citizens. At night, they were the enemy of the state. They were rebels. Tom was strong, fit, short brown hair, dominant personality. A leader. Tim was thin and joyful, long black hair and beard, a funny extrovert who just wanted to be free and live and easy life. And they were both perverts, of course. When they hid in this silent, dark alley, trying to figure out what to do for the next few hours or where to go, they were suddenly surprised to see another person. No one was supposed to be outside. No one, but the rebels. No one, but the outcast, the defiant, the thieves and prostitutes. It was a girl. The brothers carefully walked towards her, in silence, staring at her feminine shape and her exposed legs. Tom took off his shirt, exposing his muscular torso. “We have no money or place to go … so … either turn around and disappear, or strip.” He whispered. Tim started to unbutton his jeans.

Interspecies sex

Do you mean by kissing the cat?

Erotic literature