IsabellaRose

Fleshy Breast Implant

Fornicating Bug Invasion

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only wish

Not guilty. The next person has performed in front of a crowd of strangers.

Not guilty. My brother always promised to take me and teach me, but then he moved to California and I never learned. The next person has fired a gun.

hungry IsabellaRose (I'll leave it to your imagination what she's hungry for...) (and aww...thank you )

Not guilty. There is no convenience story within a convenient distance since I moved to the suburbs. Aside from fresh produce, I buy everything in Costco/Sam's club size boxes now and live like I'm expecting another pandemic or the apocalypse. The next person wants to build their own harem.

pretty princess

Guilty. I have an ancient grandfather clock in the front hall that my grandfather left me, so it's very appropriately named. The next person has music on vinyl.

bleak landscape

joy stick

As soon as you think you know everything, someone comes along to prove you wrong, so... probably guilty? The next person keeps a journal/diary.

Not guilty. the next person owns "sexy underwear" or wants their date/partner to wear some

fun dip

I don't think guilty...? I was at my current job, working, and I think... already out of my "dumb decision years"...? Maybe? Next person went through a fashion phase they don't like to talk about.

If it's pics of me, guilty. Otherwise, not guilty. The next person hates having their picture taken.

Guilty, but only because it was always on lol I can't say I really know much about it or ever really followed the story. The next person is the shy person at parties.

7 Graveyard, Aphrodisiacs, maybe leather? Ian had said the aphrodisiacs were strong, but I didn't believe him. In fact, after almost two hours and no effects, I was certain they were just more bullshit, another of his claims that ended up being nothing. So when Frank and Jack had suggested leaving the Halloween party to walk through the nearby graveyard, I didn't think twice. Night time, in my "sexy demoness" costume, with two hot guys? I was getting lucky with one of them for sure. The ground was not easy to walk on in those heels, so when they suggested we explore a crypt that was already open, I was more than happy to oblige. At least I could walk on the stone floor. But I had no idea what was about to happen. As soon we were inside, the door swung shut behind us. It was dark, but the moonlight shone in through the tall, narrow windows. "Creepy," Jack said. I nodded, but didn't say anything. I was feeling oddly warm for such a cool night in such a skimpy costume. "This is great," Frank said. "Our own little party spot where nobody will find us." I laughed nervously, and strangely felt the need to touch my own flesh. I cupped my breasts and then moved my hands down my body, feeling my curves, wondering why I was so hot, why I suddenly needed to be touched. "It's... great," I said, my mind distantly aware of the setting, but my body alive and desperate to be touched. "I got those candles we grabbed," Jack said. "It's so dark in here." He moved to the windowsill and started setting down candles and lighting them. Frank was silent as he watched me run my hands all over myself. I turned to show him my ass, my eyes closing slightly and a long sigh escaping my mouth. I couldn't help it. I was getting so aroused. "You okay?" Frank asked. I nodded, unable to speak, and looked over at Jack, who was staring at me with an odd look on his face. I felt embarrassed and wanted to cover up. I didn't understand what was happening to me, why I was acting so brazenly in front of these guys. "Somebody's feeling the magic of the night," Jack said, laughing. I was feeling something, that was for sure. Frank moved closer, reached out a hand. "If you've had too much to drink or something, maybe we should get you back." "No," I said, taking his hand in both of mine, stepping closer and putting his finger to my lips. "I'm right where I want to be." I sucked his finger into my mouth between my lips, staring at him, the implication of what I wanted clear. "Are you sure?" Frank was a good guy, and I knew he didn't want to take advantage. "I don't want you to do something you'll regret." "I won't," I said after taking his finger out of my mouth. I slid one hand down the front of his costume to the bulge in the front of his pants. I made a little mmm sound in my throat. He wasn't aroused yet, but he twitched at my touch. "I'll be doing something I really, really want to do."

adult size

Hmm... probably not guilty. The older I get, the fewer parties there are... at least ones I want to go to. All my friends have kids and if I go to the parties there are too many divorced dads looking for Mrs. NotMe. The next person hands out candy at their house to kids on Halloween.

Guilty. I barely waited til Oct 1. Next poster already has their Halloween costume picked out.

6 Pumpkin Patch, Blowjob I had already picked my spot, a dip in the field where it was lower. We should be able to get down low enough to be invisible from the next wagon to pass by, and I'd seen a huge pumpkin out here right by the edge of the dip. It took a few minutes to walk through the field, and when we got to the big pumpkin, I circled around behind in. I knelt down in the dirt and leaned on it. I imagined Ian behind me, flipping up my skirt, pulling my tight and panties down, sliding inside me... It was a delicious little daydream, and I wriggled my ass thinking about it. He spanked me hard, and I let out a little yelp. When I turned around to look back, he moved in front of me and sat on the pumpkin, grinning like he'd played a trick on me or something. "Hey," I said. "I wanted to lean on the pumpkin, get you behind me. It would make some excellent pics." I held my phone up and angled it as if taking a selfie that would include him behind me. "Sounds fun," he said in that lazy drawl way he had of speaking, not quite a southern accent. I couldn't place it, and he'd never admit to its origin. "But what I really want is your mouth." He held up his phone and aimed it down his body to my face where I knelt before him. "It would also make some excellent pics." His grin told me he had made up his mind. I wasn't getting what I wanted til he got what he wanted. "Okay," I said. "You'll just have to keep an eye out for the wagon." I leaned forward and undid his pants, opening them and reaching inside for his cock. He had a hard-on, which wasn't a surprise; he was always ready. "Can I really take pics?" he asked, grinning and aiming the phone. "That was the idea," I said, pulling his cock out. I looked at it, the pink flesh standing out from the dark jeans. My tongue snaked out, and I gave the tip a lick. His cock twitched and jerked. He groaned and I heard the click sound of the camera. "Oh, that's good," he murmured, his free hand running through my hair. I smiled and opened my mouth wide, sucking the tip in, licking around it. It was a slow, luxurious suck, my tongue swirling, my cheeks sucking, and the tip of my tongue licking along the underside. He tasted clean and a little salty. "Oh, yeah," he muttered, clicking again. I glanced up and saw that his head was tipped back, eyes closed. I slid my lips down his length, slowly taking him in. His head came up, and he looked down. "Fuck," he muttered. "That's so fucking hot." I knew it would be. The phone, the risk, the dirty things we were doing, it was hot. I felt wet and squirmy, and I knew I was probably a mess, but I didn't care. I started bobbing my head up and down, moving faster, sucking harder. His hips pushed toward me, and I felt his hand grab a handful of my hair. That was another turn-on. When he wanted me, when he had to have more, he took control. The camera clicked over and over. He was getting a lot of pics. "Oh, god, your mouth..." he muttered, and his hips were jerking forward now, pushing his cock into my mouth. I looked up at him and saw his face, his jaw clenched, eyes closed, and I felt sexy and powerful, knowing how much pleasure I was giving him. He groaned, his fist tightened in my hair, and he thrust deep, holding his cock there. I took him deep into my throat, practically gagging, and when he pulled out, I made a little gagging sound, looking up at him. He let go of my hair, stuffed his phone in his pocket, and grabbed my head in both hands, thrusting in and out of my mouth. "Fuck, yes, baby, suck my cock," he growled. He was up off the pumpkin now. He was on a mission. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me, encouraging him to fuck my mouth. I could hear the grunts and groans, the sucking sounds my mouth made as he pushed his cock in and out. His thrusts became erratic, and his hands clenched tight in my hair. I moaned and felt his hips jerk. "Ah, shit," he said. "Oh, fuck, baby." And then his cock jerked and spasmed, cum shooting into my mouth. I swallowed. I kept sucking, and he shuddered and moaned, his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling and grabbing. When I finally let go of his cock and stood up, he had a stupid grin on his face. "You are something else," he said, pulling me against him. "What can I say, I like it when you take control," I said. "Well, I guess I've got you well trained," he said. He leaned in and kissed me. My knees were dirty, my face was probably as messy as my hair, but I didn't care.

Not guilty. (but you made me look it up, and I found one that sounded fun, so I added it below) The next person wants to do the Risky Door Fap Challenge.

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