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Wrote another chapter of Wrestle Kingdom!
The girls keep cruising for PVP until Pectoria Torturaq challenges Bump, the sumo-wrestling goblin

Story's posted at
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New chapter update for the Fire and the Flood!

There should be regular updates for this right through to the end, now that summer is over :D

archiveofourown.org/works/53898292

#atla #zukka #zuko #sokka #nsfwfiction

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My latest story “Oral Fixations” is finally up on Literotica! Hope you enjoy it! You can also enjoy it as an audiobook on Spotify.

www.literotica.com/s/oral-fixat...

#erotica #literotica #smut #nsfwart #nsfwfiction #smut #smutsky #foodfetish #blowjob #BWC #MILF #smutsky #smutcommunity #audioporn

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Writing a new Omorashi story.. trying to get inspired.

Also need to finish chapter 3 to Oliver's budding bedwetting romance

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Dropping a new storybook—
🍭 Sweet Like Pain 🍭 🔞
Starring Nameless John and Harley's Blaire Harrison.
Maelstrom, chrome, and an unholy sweet tooth. Enjoy!
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COMMISSION TIME! We continue the commissioner's OC's sapphic adventures with Baldur's Gate 3's best girl, Karlach! 🔞✍️

AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/68050561
DA: www.deviantart.com/uthrkinwrite...
FA: www.furaffinity.net/view/61680572/

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They said it was leg day. They lied.
Two musclebound gym rats. One filthy, echoing dungeon.
The kind of "reps" you don’t log on paper.

Full story now on Fanvue www.fanvue.com/landofaimen

#GayErotica #NSFWFiction

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Luka knelt. Micah watched. Cal entered like he owned the air.
They didn’t ask permission. They didn’t trade roles. They just moved, fucked, filled, and tasted until the silence broke apart.

Reposting soon on Fanvue www.fanvue.com/landofaimen

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It wasn’t hard. Just… huge. Weighty. Blunt-tipped. A cock so thick it dragged shadows. And the river knew its shape.

More on Patreon www.patreon.com/LandofAIMen

#NSFWFiction #QueerDesire

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Dwarven Desire in the Depths—A group of dwarves is mining miles below the surface, and the isolation causes sexual tensions to run high. 

The hand-forged and gilded dwarven pickaxe is forced into the rock with all of the might the squat dwarf can manage, the point driven into the solid rock; then the dwarf flexes and pulls the split rock out of the way.

The weight of 4 miles of rock is hanging above his head. The sweltering heat was controlled by pumping fluid down into the tunnel and then pumping it back to the surface, where radiators let the heat dissipate—a miracle of dwarven technology. The fluid, once at the surface, is pumped back down to let it repeat the cycle over and over and over.

Or it should, except the system for the sprayer for this section had clogged and jammed.

A wide-mustached dwarf twists his wrench, and the water begins to flow again. 

“Spout 15 is functional, Master Gibblings,” the wide-mustached dwarf says to the imposing, knee-length-bearded dwarf. He watches the muscles of the older dwarf's back ripple as he swings his pickaxe once again.

“Good, technician Thorabean,” Master Gibblings says to the junior mechanic dwarf. He rips his pickaxe from the stone, pulling more free. He judges that this vein might widen out again in a few feet.

Thorabean continues watching the older dwarf's muscles ripple, his body showing dozens of tattoos for valor and integrity. Thorbean feels naked with his single family crest around his belly button. He can't help but stand and watch the dwarf swing the pickaxe again with perfect precision into a crack in the rock. Then, without any wasted motion, he pulls it free.

“Is there something else I can do for you, technician?” The master dwarf asks, wiping sweat from his face. The spout rapidly cooled the tunnel.

“No, Master Gibblings,” he responds, turning around and packing his tools. Closing the lid of his toolbox, he grabs the handle and walks away.

Dwarven Desire in the Depths—A group of dwarves is mining miles below the surface, and the isolation causes sexual tensions to run high. The hand-forged and gilded dwarven pickaxe is forced into the rock with all of the might the squat dwarf can manage, the point driven into the solid rock; then the dwarf flexes and pulls the split rock out of the way. The weight of 4 miles of rock is hanging above his head. The sweltering heat was controlled by pumping fluid down into the tunnel and then pumping it back to the surface, where radiators let the heat dissipate—a miracle of dwarven technology. The fluid, once at the surface, is pumped back down to let it repeat the cycle over and over and over. Or it should, except the system for the sprayer for this section had clogged and jammed. A wide-mustached dwarf twists his wrench, and the water begins to flow again. “Spout 15 is functional, Master Gibblings,” the wide-mustached dwarf says to the imposing, knee-length-bearded dwarf. He watches the muscles of the older dwarf's back ripple as he swings his pickaxe once again. “Good, technician Thorabean,” Master Gibblings says to the junior mechanic dwarf. He rips his pickaxe from the stone, pulling more free. He judges that this vein might widen out again in a few feet. Thorabean continues watching the older dwarf's muscles ripple, his body showing dozens of tattoos for valor and integrity. Thorbean feels naked with his single family crest around his belly button. He can't help but stand and watch the dwarf swing the pickaxe again with perfect precision into a crack in the rock. Then, without any wasted motion, he pulls it free. “Is there something else I can do for you, technician?” The master dwarf asks, wiping sweat from his face. The spout rapidly cooled the tunnel. “No, Master Gibblings,” he responds, turning around and packing his tools. Closing the lid of his toolbox, he grabs the handle and walks away.

The Ranch Motel - Volume 2 Chapter 5: Dwarven Desires

Josh Gas and the Door Keeper watch a movie about dwarves and their strange culture. The tensions run high a mile below the surface.
#nsfw #Dwarf #steamy #alien #nsfwFiction #webserial #webseries #tension
www.scribblehub.com/read/1327350...

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Glutes flexed. Cocks swelled. Balls slapped tile. “After the Whistle” is that post-game moment when muscle, lust, and pride collide. It’s not a fantasy. It’s ritual.

More on Patreon www.patreon.com/LandofAIMen

#NSFWFiction #LockerRoomHeat

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Eyes like wildfire, thighs like traps. You’re not prey. You’re chosen. Laid bare and trembling beneath a body that eclipses your thoughts. The question isn’t whether you’ll beg—but how many times before they let you come.

#NSFWFiction #AnthroDesire

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Izzy, freshly showered and naked, lies on the bed flicking through a dollar trash shifter romance on her phone. She checks her watch again. “38 minutes—where is he?” she groans. The water from the shower is echoing through the Motel room; she can hear Jacob singing something as he cleans up.

There is a knock on the door; her watch buzzes and shows an image of Cane standing outside. 

“Open door?” The watch displays a prompt with yes or no icons; she hits yes.

“Where have you been? You're late.” She shifts her blanket, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body. 

He smiles at her. “I had a problem to take care of in the dunes.” He moves to her, crawling up on the bed. He lowers his head to her sex and deeply inhales her. His tail wags slowly. “You smell like Lizard people and frustration,” he growls, his body somewhere in the middle between human and werewolf. His sheath is already bulging.

She blushes, “Come make me cum then.” She says, watching as he strips off his clothing, his wolf-shaped cock already dripping onto the sheet. She flutters inside, thinking about how thick the knot will be.

He pushes her onto her back and presses himself to her sex; his veiny, red cock throbs. He can feel his precum coating her pubic mound. She grabs the sheets and braces for him, and he thrusts forward; her already used vagina opens and welcomes him inside. He moans, “I have missed you.” 

Jacob, hearing the commotion, comes into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around himself. “Where did you come from?” he says, realizing how silly it sounds the moment he says it. He shifts uncomfortably. Watching the now physically massive Cane plunge his cock into his girlfriend.

“Better question: are you going to watch or help out?” Izzy manages to say, mostly expecting him to stand there and watch. While he makes up his mind She feels a warm fullness, a sense of rightness, and a small line of precum flowing down her crack. She looks at Jacob expectantly.

Izzy, freshly showered and naked, lies on the bed flicking through a dollar trash shifter romance on her phone. She checks her watch again. “38 minutes—where is he?” she groans. The water from the shower is echoing through the Motel room; she can hear Jacob singing something as he cleans up. There is a knock on the door; her watch buzzes and shows an image of Cane standing outside. “Open door?” The watch displays a prompt with yes or no icons; she hits yes. “Where have you been? You're late.” She shifts her blanket, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body. He smiles at her. “I had a problem to take care of in the dunes.” He moves to her, crawling up on the bed. He lowers his head to her sex and deeply inhales her. His tail wags slowly. “You smell like Lizard people and frustration,” he growls, his body somewhere in the middle between human and werewolf. His sheath is already bulging. She blushes, “Come make me cum then.” She says, watching as he strips off his clothing, his wolf-shaped cock already dripping onto the sheet. She flutters inside, thinking about how thick the knot will be. He pushes her onto her back and presses himself to her sex; his veiny, red cock throbs. He can feel his precum coating her pubic mound. She grabs the sheets and braces for him, and he thrusts forward; her already used vagina opens and welcomes him inside. He moans, “I have missed you.” Jacob, hearing the commotion, comes into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around himself. “Where did you come from?” he says, realizing how silly it sounds the moment he says it. He shifts uncomfortably. Watching the now physically massive Cane plunge his cock into his girlfriend. “Better question: are you going to watch or help out?” Izzy manages to say, mostly expecting him to stand there and watch. While he makes up his mind She feels a warm fullness, a sense of rightness, and a small line of precum flowing down her crack. She looks at Jacob expectantly.

The Ranch Motel - Volume 2 Chapter 3: to Knot or not to Knot
Izzy and Jacob and Cane have a wild werewolf threesome

#nsfw #werewolf #nsfwFiction #webserial #webseries #cum #threesome #hot #monsterfucker #Shifter
www.scribblehub.com/series/13273...

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Izzy sits at the bar of the Ranch Motel. She had enjoyed going to the glory hole with Jacob, but after the green-skinned alien, no one else came in. She looks at Jacob, longing to feel his thick cock inside her. She blushes slightly. ‘Damn it, damn it, damn it, not fair, everyone else got to cum but me.’ She drinks another sip of her orange juice. 

She thinks about Samantha, a strange woman to think about, seeing as she hasn't talked to her in weeks. She sighs and asks herself, ‘You told me to find happiness. Is this what you meant?’

Grup and Scarlet sit at the bar to Izzy's right. One of his giant, stony Orc hands is holding her back so she can lean against it. Her pregnant belly is massive. Her fire-red hair still radiant and her face as classically beautiful as ever. She slowly eats her breakfast as they whisper to each other. 

Izzy thinks about her boss: ‘You told me to find a job I didn't hate… Does this count?’ She laughs out loud, and Jacob looks at her to make sure she is ok.

At a booth in the corner, the Roman god of war sits looking at Scarlet for exactly 10 seconds and then looking away. On his forehead is a bandage from where he recently was thrown into a marble throne. He eats alone, poking around at the modern ambrosia salad. “This hardly seems like it’s a food fit for a god. Why was it not delivered by doves? What are these little white things?” He doesn't know the answers, but he is hungry, so he eats it anyway. 

On the opposite side of the room is Dr. Blob, his body currently the size of a beach ball. He is eating a bowl of ice cream with a pseudopod, reaching into the bowl and pulling out some of the material, where it disappears deep inside his mass. He pulls it away and wibbles and says “cold” before putting it back into the bowl and collecting more.

Izzy sits at the bar of the Ranch Motel. She had enjoyed going to the glory hole with Jacob, but after the green-skinned alien, no one else came in. She looks at Jacob, longing to feel his thick cock inside her. She blushes slightly. ‘Damn it, damn it, damn it, not fair, everyone else got to cum but me.’ She drinks another sip of her orange juice. She thinks about Samantha, a strange woman to think about, seeing as she hasn't talked to her in weeks. She sighs and asks herself, ‘You told me to find happiness. Is this what you meant?’ Grup and Scarlet sit at the bar to Izzy's right. One of his giant, stony Orc hands is holding her back so she can lean against it. Her pregnant belly is massive. Her fire-red hair still radiant and her face as classically beautiful as ever. She slowly eats her breakfast as they whisper to each other. Izzy thinks about her boss: ‘You told me to find a job I didn't hate… Does this count?’ She laughs out loud, and Jacob looks at her to make sure she is ok. At a booth in the corner, the Roman god of war sits looking at Scarlet for exactly 10 seconds and then looking away. On his forehead is a bandage from where he recently was thrown into a marble throne. He eats alone, poking around at the modern ambrosia salad. “This hardly seems like it’s a food fit for a god. Why was it not delivered by doves? What are these little white things?” He doesn't know the answers, but he is hungry, so he eats it anyway. On the opposite side of the room is Dr. Blob, his body currently the size of a beach ball. He is eating a bowl of ice cream with a pseudopod, reaching into the bowl and pulling out some of the material, where it disappears deep inside his mass. He pulls it away and wibbles and says “cold” before putting it back into the bowl and collecting more.

The Ranch Motel - Volume 2 Chapter 2 : Welcome Back
Welcome back to Volume two and get ready for the hot knotting sex in Chapter 3
#nsfw #Cuckold #nsfwFiction #webserial #webseries #monsterfucker
www.scribblehub.com/series/13273...

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“Hello there. What can I get you? Oh, you're here for the story. The story of The Ranch Motel. Yes, Legal said that name was a better choice. The writer has been locked away banging on his keyboard, and we are ready to start again. He asked me to ask you to write a review if you have made it this far,” the Cat says to you.

His grin grows wider.

You lose your grasp on your reality.

You slip into one of his memories.

The default ringtone alarm on her 3-year-out-of-date smartphone wakes Izzy up. She searches for it and turns it off. She nudges Jacob out of the way. Her bladder is informing her she has to pee right now. She staggers to the bathroom and sits on the toilet, flicking through the news. The doom and gloom that is everywhere crushes her emotionally.

She sighs. Like always, she starts her day off with depression. She gets dressed in business casual. She drives her car to work. It's raining. The office building is a large brick edifice to inefficiency. She makes her way to her office. Her short heels clicking on the pergo. She sits in her office, head on the desk, tea growing cold.

‘I hate my life,’ she thinks as she looks up at the drop ceiling and the fluorescent lighting, the 60 Hz flickering of the bulbs designed to irritate her as much as possible. She rubs her temples. Today, like yesterday, she checks her email. 156 emails are spam. “Do you want to change your life? Act now,” an email subject says. 

“Except you’re a scam, and you just make life worse,” she mutters, deleting the email. She clicks through them, sending replies as needed. She feels her will to live flowing into each meaningless word.

She gives up and surfs a Chinese import website, selecting thousands of dollars' worth of things she is pretty sure will disappoint her. But they give her momentary joy. She hesitates, her finger above the buy now button; her finger falls down toward the button, but instead she closes the tab.

She looks at her phone, and the cracked screen shows the ti…

“Hello there. What can I get you? Oh, you're here for the story. The story of The Ranch Motel. Yes, Legal said that name was a better choice. The writer has been locked away banging on his keyboard, and we are ready to start again. He asked me to ask you to write a review if you have made it this far,” the Cat says to you. His grin grows wider. You lose your grasp on your reality. You slip into one of his memories. The default ringtone alarm on her 3-year-out-of-date smartphone wakes Izzy up. She searches for it and turns it off. She nudges Jacob out of the way. Her bladder is informing her she has to pee right now. She staggers to the bathroom and sits on the toilet, flicking through the news. The doom and gloom that is everywhere crushes her emotionally. She sighs. Like always, she starts her day off with depression. She gets dressed in business casual. She drives her car to work. It's raining. The office building is a large brick edifice to inefficiency. She makes her way to her office. Her short heels clicking on the pergo. She sits in her office, head on the desk, tea growing cold. ‘I hate my life,’ she thinks as she looks up at the drop ceiling and the fluorescent lighting, the 60 Hz flickering of the bulbs designed to irritate her as much as possible. She rubs her temples. Today, like yesterday, she checks her email. 156 emails are spam. “Do you want to change your life? Act now,” an email subject says. “Except you’re a scam, and you just make life worse,” she mutters, deleting the email. She clicks through them, sending replies as needed. She feels her will to live flowing into each meaningless word. She gives up and surfs a Chinese import website, selecting thousands of dollars' worth of things she is pretty sure will disappoint her. But they give her momentary joy. She hesitates, her finger above the buy now button; her finger falls down toward the button, but instead she closes the tab. She looks at her phone, and the cracked screen shows the ti…

The Ranch Motel - Volume 2 Chapter 1 : The FIght

#nsfw #breakup #nsfwFiction #webserial #webseries
www.scribblehub.com/series/13273...

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Screenshot of Anathemaphilia on Archive of Our Own. Text as follows:

Anathemaphilia, or how I learned to love the Beast who so loved the world by vsitante

Summary:

The creature moves and bobs like a puppet between the shadows and the light, parts of its body visible long enough for the brain to imprint and for the consciousness to start considering flight or last will and testament. Her deep, crackling voice, like a voice recording that had been recorded on cassette tape, then taken through five filters on some ancient analog keyboard, before becoming lost for a thousand years into the future, the rust of time and abandonment having deformed the recording into a horror show.

In hindsight, Max should have known his night was going to go haywire.

Originally published in Shousetsu Bang*Bang's issue #102, The Monster in My Closet.

Screenshot of Anathemaphilia on Archive of Our Own. Text as follows: Anathemaphilia, or how I learned to love the Beast who so loved the world by vsitante Summary: The creature moves and bobs like a puppet between the shadows and the light, parts of its body visible long enough for the brain to imprint and for the consciousness to start considering flight or last will and testament. Her deep, crackling voice, like a voice recording that had been recorded on cassette tape, then taken through five filters on some ancient analog keyboard, before becoming lost for a thousand years into the future, the rust of time and abandonment having deformed the recording into a horror show. In hindsight, Max should have known his night was going to go haywire. Originally published in Shousetsu Bang*Bang's issue #102, The Monster in My Closet.

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Posting some of my prose on here--starting with "Anathemaphilia," which was my excuse to write a monster story where the point was "exhaust beast!Astemar's powers through"-- well, you'll see ^_^ 18+ only!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46938283

My AO3 […]

[Original post on mementomori.social]

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Natural Habitat Shorts- Chipmunks have cheek pouches used to store food. 🐿🥜
Natural Habitat Shorts- Chipmunks have cheek pouches used to store food. 🐿🥜 YouTube video by Natural Habitat Shorts

Every time i write a blowjob scene.......... #nsfw #nsfwfiction
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Hell, #MaidDay already? Here's a classic tale featuring my OC Meeko in the role... and getting into some unexpected trouble!

AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/385411...
Lit: www.literotica.com/s/servility-...
FA: www.furaffinity.net/view/46888191/

#kink #fetish #DiD #bondage #nsfwfiction

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Izzy rolls out of bed and walks to the shower. The cold tile quickly warms up under her feet. She scrubs up and washes the stress of yesterday down the drain. When she is done, she stands, having a reflective moment. Then she looks at the showerhead lustfully. But she decides today isn't the day for aquatic pleasure. She turns the shower off and lets the water drip from her body into the drain. She dries off and looks at herself in the mirror.

“What?” she says, getting closer, leaning in, and examining her pores. Every one is perfectly clean. “I look so much younger,” she smirks and admires her face. She breaks out her makeup bag and applies red lipstick. She grins at herself in the mirror. “Even my teeth are whiter?” She moves her lips out of the way with a finger, admiring how they look.

She digs in her makeup bag and puts on some eyeliner for fun. After the second attempt and a slightly red eye from where the wand touched her, she looks in the mirror again. “Dr. Blob, you could be a billionaire for all I know; you already are.” She makes a kissy face and shrugs. “Today I’m hot,” she says before going back to the bedroom. She digs through her underwear and throws on a pair of red panties that match her lipstick and struggles to find a bra that matches and has to settle for pink. She looks at the clothes on the hangers and throws her hands up.

“I just want to crawl back into bed.” Izzy, master of her own fate, does just that. She climbs into bed and snuggles tight to Jacob.

He is warm against her body, his face pressed against her breasts. She rubs his hair, then his chest, then his belly until her fingers touch his cock. She squeezes it playfully and feels the same overwhelming lust she has been having the last few months. Her smile turns into a frown. 

“Why am I still easily aroused?” she whispers, causing Jacob to stir but not wake up. She slowly strokes his cock while she thinks.

Izzy rolls out of bed and walks to the shower. The cold tile quickly warms up under her feet. She scrubs up and washes the stress of yesterday down the drain. When she is done, she stands, having a reflective moment. Then she looks at the showerhead lustfully. But she decides today isn't the day for aquatic pleasure. She turns the shower off and lets the water drip from her body into the drain. She dries off and looks at herself in the mirror. “What?” she says, getting closer, leaning in, and examining her pores. Every one is perfectly clean. “I look so much younger,” she smirks and admires her face. She breaks out her makeup bag and applies red lipstick. She grins at herself in the mirror. “Even my teeth are whiter?” She moves her lips out of the way with a finger, admiring how they look. She digs in her makeup bag and puts on some eyeliner for fun. After the second attempt and a slightly red eye from where the wand touched her, she looks in the mirror again. “Dr. Blob, you could be a billionaire for all I know; you already are.” She makes a kissy face and shrugs. “Today I’m hot,” she says before going back to the bedroom. She digs through her underwear and throws on a pair of red panties that match her lipstick and struggles to find a bra that matches and has to settle for pink. She looks at the clothes on the hangers and throws her hands up. “I just want to crawl back into bed.” Izzy, master of her own fate, does just that. She climbs into bed and snuggles tight to Jacob. He is warm against her body, his face pressed against her breasts. She rubs his hair, then his chest, then his belly until her fingers touch his cock. She squeezes it playfully and feels the same overwhelming lust she has been having the last few months. Her smile turns into a frown. “Why am I still easily aroused?” she whispers, causing Jacob to stir but not wake up. She slowly strokes his cock while she thinks.

The Ranch Motel : Chapter 75 - The End

Things have come full circle, and now volume one is over. Not quite one more chapter filled with the sex scenes you love.

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#webserial #webseries #nsfw #nsfwfiction #smut #cuckold #femdom #Handjob #webnovel #fiction

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Izzy and Jacob fall backward and look at the popcorn-textured ceiling above their heads in their motel room. “I am glad you’re okay,” Jacob says, his hand touching the softness of his diaper for comfort.

“I am glad you’re okay too.” Izzy turns and lays her head in the crook of Jacob's arm. She turns and puts her head into his armpit and smells him. He smells different; mostly it's the baby powder, but part of it is he is just familiar.

They hold each other and spend the time to catch up and renew the connection between them. Izzy doesn't tell Jacob that she went to the bar first to stuff herself before rescuing him. In return, Jacob doesn't tell Izzy anything about what happened in the nursery involving Scarlet. They both independently agree this would only stir up problems. But they share everything else. 

As it gets late, Jacob removes his thick diaper. Immediately he feels vulnerable, the comfort and thickness between his legs gone. He thinks about Audrey.

‘What are you doing right now?’ He questions the universe.

Izzy and Jacob fall backward and look at the popcorn-textured ceiling above their heads in their motel room. “I am glad you’re okay,” Jacob says, his hand touching the softness of his diaper for comfort. “I am glad you’re okay too.” Izzy turns and lays her head in the crook of Jacob's arm. She turns and puts her head into his armpit and smells him. He smells different; mostly it's the baby powder, but part of it is he is just familiar. They hold each other and spend the time to catch up and renew the connection between them. Izzy doesn't tell Jacob that she went to the bar first to stuff herself before rescuing him. In return, Jacob doesn't tell Izzy anything about what happened in the nursery involving Scarlet. They both independently agree this would only stir up problems. But they share everything else. As it gets late, Jacob removes his thick diaper. Immediately he feels vulnerable, the comfort and thickness between his legs gone. He thinks about Audrey. ‘What are you doing right now?’ He questions the universe.

The Ranch Chapter 74: Main Character
Ever feel like they are taking the spotlight? Well, sometimes they need to sit down and look at popcorn ceilings and let others talk.

#webserial #webseries #nsfw #nsfwfiction #smut #trans #android #blowjob #pregnancy #webnovel #fiction #fluff #milking

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Audrey helps Scarlet with her Stiff problem and tries to be quiet about it

#webserial #webseries #nsfw #nsfwfiction #smut #trans #android #blowjob #creampie #pregnancy #webnovel #fiction

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7500 words written today I have REACHED THE END OF VOLUME ONE! #NSFWFICTION

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#nsfwfiction Do other authors get jaded about writing sex over time? I find it hard to make the sex the reason for the scene instead of considering it the action around which the story happens.

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While Jacob nurses on Scarlet, she slips a hand under her dress and rubs the front of her panties. She is lost in the moment: Jacob's lips on her breasts, Audrey's gentle touches. She rubs a little harder.
Audrey finds the box and smashes it to pieces; it was one more foolish safeguard put in place to keep her here. ‘Like I would want to leave my sweet pea,’ she thinks and says to Scarlet, “I am getting jealous; you should save your pent-up sexual tension for me.”
Scarlet blushes and slips a finger inside her panties. “Oh, is that what your deal is? You don’t like sharing me? Is that it?” The idea of Audrey being that possessive of her is hot. Everyone she dates is always a fleeting relationship, but something about her and Audrey's strange dalliances is permanent. 
Audrey bends down and brushes lips with Scarlet again. They make out slowly and deliberately, like old lovers who have reignited the torches for each other.
Jacob, looking up, can hear and see everything they are doing, his erection becoming painful in his diaper. He reaches down and tries to rub himself. But the ever-vigilant Audrey notices and stops kissing to look at him disapprovingly. He quickly moves his hand away from himself, pulling it to his chest. 
“Aww, let him have his fun, Audery,” Scarlet begs on his behalf. She runs a hand through his hair.
“I think someone of his development is better suited to being assisted only,” Audery responds, then adds, “Would you like me to assist you as well?” she says as she begins to slide her hand down Scarlet's pregnant belly, down to the waistband of her panties and into the tight material.
“Yeah, I would like that, Audrey, but you know I want more than just some fingers,” Scarlet whispers. 
Jacob is red with embarrassment. ‘Why does this keep happening?’ He thinks, ‘I keep ending up in insane situations as the sidekick.’ He swallows another mouthful of Scarlet's breast milk. ‘Is there no end?’ he cries out in his mind, his belly getting uncomfortably full.

While Jacob nurses on Scarlet, she slips a hand under her dress and rubs the front of her panties. She is lost in the moment: Jacob's lips on her breasts, Audrey's gentle touches. She rubs a little harder. Audrey finds the box and smashes it to pieces; it was one more foolish safeguard put in place to keep her here. ‘Like I would want to leave my sweet pea,’ she thinks and says to Scarlet, “I am getting jealous; you should save your pent-up sexual tension for me.” Scarlet blushes and slips a finger inside her panties. “Oh, is that what your deal is? You don’t like sharing me? Is that it?” The idea of Audrey being that possessive of her is hot. Everyone she dates is always a fleeting relationship, but something about her and Audrey's strange dalliances is permanent. Audrey bends down and brushes lips with Scarlet again. They make out slowly and deliberately, like old lovers who have reignited the torches for each other. Jacob, looking up, can hear and see everything they are doing, his erection becoming painful in his diaper. He reaches down and tries to rub himself. But the ever-vigilant Audrey notices and stops kissing to look at him disapprovingly. He quickly moves his hand away from himself, pulling it to his chest. “Aww, let him have his fun, Audery,” Scarlet begs on his behalf. She runs a hand through his hair. “I think someone of his development is better suited to being assisted only,” Audery responds, then adds, “Would you like me to assist you as well?” she says as she begins to slide her hand down Scarlet's pregnant belly, down to the waistband of her panties and into the tight material. “Yeah, I would like that, Audrey, but you know I want more than just some fingers,” Scarlet whispers. Jacob is red with embarrassment. ‘Why does this keep happening?’ He thinks, ‘I keep ending up in insane situations as the sidekick.’ He swallows another mouthful of Scarlet's breast milk. ‘Is there no end?’ he cries out in his mind, his belly getting uncomfortably full.

The Ranch Motel : Chapter 71 - First Opinion

Scarlet and Audrey help Jacob with his stiff problem.

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