Vulgarities of thought and tongue that bring no cream to sweat and pulse.

The torn shreds of dignity that leave refreshingly thoughtless talons of spite and sensual brutality mare me. The rythms of your wanton seed sow the rim of ladies that walk a night and sell more than the licking on manly shafts and the teasing of uprising members and aged decrepitude.

Scorching motel rooms advertise hourly service where sheets and bedbugs makeout in the messes of someone else’s sordid mistake. Love is the neon coloured poster of yesteryears, remembering the once felt feeling of connected morality and an unbridled urged to break away from it.

You pour out the liquid love of promiscuity. Giving in to temptations of living vomit and alcohol laced with a fist fucking ride of fulfilment and joy that the chorus of amens is heard a century away and through the thinest of paper dry walls.

Love being the weakness of fragile emotions scorned in a playground of playboys and readers wives. Back page illicit meet-ups in carparks and underbrush leeways littler the conscience and cripple the bed ridden sorrows of failure and premature emotional disfunction.

You can’t get it up and you call the local Huggy Bear to send on over the dish of the day.

He duly notes it on a tab of flesh best cured with a whip and the gargling screams in a background of sadism and filth.

You crouch for the pissing mouth open bike of an orifice, poppers and powders to sniff with a lashing for feeling the moments of luscious exhilaration and spasms of orgasmic destruction and corruption of something akin to a being.

Fantasy #1 The Handicapped Stall

Different is bad. That is what Angel had been taught her whole life to believe. But she was lesbian, and lesbian was different, wasn’t it? She was in love with a girl. But not just any girl. Lira, the most popular girl in school. And today, Angel had worked up the courage to ask her out. Lisa, with her perfect brown hair, so much better than Angel’s own blonde hair. Angel headed to school feeling apprehensive. She finished her lunch during the lunch break and headed to the bathroom to vomit it back up. She had to be pretty to get Lira to like her. Angel couldn’t be fat like she is. She headed into the handicapped stall in the girls bathroom and vomited before sitting on the toilet when someone came in. She heard them come up to the handicapped stall and push the door open. Crap! She had forgotten to lock it! To her horror, it was Lira. Angel tried in vain to pull up her pants, but Lira stopped her.

“No, wait.” She said. Angel waited. Lira started walking up towards Angel on the toilet. She pulled Angel’s pants down the rest of the way, along with her own. She slid the handicapped stall lock shut, and as she did so, Angel took off her shirt. Lira took of her own shirt and pushed closer to Angel, unclipping her bra. Lira slid her hands up Angel’s stomach and they came to rest on her boobs. Angel gave a suppressed sigh and kissed Lira, wrapping her hands around her back and pulling off her bra. And then the rest of the clothes came off, laying in a pile around their feet, their skin pressed together and barely suppressed moans came from both girls’ lips - when they weren’t passionately kissing.

“Do you think we’re going too fast?” Lira asked.

“No,” Angel gasped, and then pressed her body back into Lira’s. Her back dug into the toilet handle, but she ignored the pain and kept rocking forwards into Lira. Lira pulled her off and the two rolled onto the floor, with Lira on top.

“Oh yes, yes baby.” Said Lira.

“Wanna- wanna go out?” Asked Angel with a laugh.

“Mmm hmm.” Said Lira, burying her face in Angel’s neck and biting into it, drawing small beads of blood. Angel sighed and moaned, and the two of them were so into it that thy barely heard the lunch bell. But they did, and the sex stopped as abruptly as it began.

“See ya tomorrow,” said Angel.

“Yeah, although I hope I do more than just see you,” said Lira with a sexy wink. The whole rest of the day, Angel couldn’t stop thinking about Lira’s body, the way she had felt. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow, when she could feel it again.

Fantasy #2 Skipping School

Angel was on the bus going to school, her mind in a daze. She was texting Lira, whose number she had only just gotten. Lira who she’d lost her virginity to. She didn’t regret it either. Sex with Lira had felt like a brief moment of paradise. A flower in the winter. When she got to school, Lira was waiting.

“C’mon girl, we’re gonna skip school. Give you a makeover.” Angel was excited. She had never skipped school before. She knew the punishment would be severe if she was caught, but that made her want to do it more.

“Let’s go.” Angel replied.

A few hours later, the two of them were drunk on beers, alone. Lira (before she got drunk) had cut Angel’s long hair short, into a razored bob and dyed her hair black with bright purple streaks. Lira let her borrow one of her shirts - a crop top with a v neck that revealed Angel’s boobs.

“Girl, your boobs are huge! That’s a good thing, ya gotta show ’em off. So she put Angel in a half cup bra, and gave her torn up short shorts that went above her thigh. Then the two of them cuddled, watching sex scenes, getting high, fucking, kissing, touching, telling stories, and cutting deep lines into their legs and arms, the blood tracing down their arms and staining the couch they sat on. The two were giddy, laughing and joking about everything. Then they biked to school in time for lunch and had a great time in the bathroom.

“So babe, I like your new look and all, but a name like Angel doesn’t fit. You should change it.”

“How about... Daemon!” Angel suggested.

“Ooh I like it! Yes.” The two dissolved into hysteric giggles and the newly named Daemon slid her hands into Lira’s pants, loving the way she felt the wetness that stuck to her fingers.

“Hey, come on, do the real stuff, not this fake shit.” Lira said, still giving little laughs from the combination of weed and beer.

“Okay,” Daemon said, and slid Lira’s jeans down her legs. Slowly, Daemon sexually pulled off her shirt, looking like a pro stripper. Lira, impatient, pulled her own clothes off and slid Daemons shorts off.

“Mmm come closer.” Daemon did, and smelled Lira and her smoky breath. Lira leaned in and slid her tongue along Daemon’s boobs. Daemon shivered with anticipation and delight, and moaned softly. The lunch bell rang, signaling the restart of class - just when it was getting good.

“Why should we leave?” asked Lira. “We can stay here, together.” Daemon agreed. She had to have some more of Lira’s perfect sex. That evening, the two girls went to Daemon’s house together. Daemon hadn’t needed to explain her makeover, her parents didn’t ask. Her and Lira headed instantly for the bedroom. Lira crashed on Daemon’s bed.

“Damn girl, your bed is soft. But it would be softer with you,” she said seductively. Daemon didn’t hesitate, she slid into the sheets. The two girls were afraid to do anything more than touch though, for fear of what Daemon’s parents would do. They were comfortable with touching for a while, but eventually, after they had watched about two hours of porn, Daemond got bored.

“Let’s do a little more. Come on, my parents will never know.” So the two began to gently rock back and forth, being careful not to make noise. All of a sudden, Daemon’s older brother peeked in the door. Both girls slid low and tried to look innocent.

“You two really need to work on being secretive. Come on, I’ll show you a place.” Shocked, the two crept behind him into a small room in the basement that her dad used for band practice. “It’s soundproof,” her brother explained. The two were still embarrassed, but Daemon was more afraid than embarrassed. What if her brother told her parents? But Lira distracted her from her thoughts with a sharp kiss. After another hour of sex and getting high, the two girls talked for a few minutes before it was time for Lira to leave. Lira walked her to the door and felt as though her parents were watching her, judging her, every step of the way. She hurriedly wished Lira goodbye before retreating to her room. In her room, she began to cut, thin scars appearing on her wrists as she did. She thought of Lira, how beautiful Lira was, compared to how ugly Daemon was. That night, at dinner, she didn’t eat.

“I’m not hungry.” She said when her parents asked about it. Her brother gave her a look, but said nothing. She hoped her parents couldn’t smell the rancid smoke and alcohol on her breath, but more than anything she couldn’t wait for tomorrow. It made her wet just thinking about it, so wet that the tiniest hint of a stain was present on her shorts. Damn, Lira was hot.

Fantasy #3 The Betrayal

Daemon, for the first time, was looking forward to going to school. She couldn’t wait to talk to Lira. But on the way to school, Lira answered none of her texts. So instead, Daemon began slicing at her wrists to occupy the time, being careful not to cut too deep. When she arrived at school, she was disappointed to find that Lira wasn’t waiting for her. She didn’t see Lira at all until lunch, so she spent the whole day thinking of her body. She had to excuse herself to go use the bathroom to disguise the wet marks from her longing for sex.

At lunch, Daemon rushed over to where Lira was sitting, the table full of her followers.

“Hey Lira.” Daemon said. Lira looked at her with disgust. A boy leaned over and put his arm around Lira.

“Who’s this loser trying to be cool?” He asked snobbishly.

“Dunno, never seen her before.” Lira lied.

“But- but we-“ Daemon was cut off by a different girl up the table.

“Go away you gay fag. No one wants you here, pretending to be cool.” Stunned and humiliated, Daemon sat in the bathroom alone and ate nothing, flushing her lunch down the toilet. And then she remembered something. Daemon still had the black hair dye that Lira had used on her hair - and that gave her an idea. Inspired and hungry for revenge, Daemon pulled it out and scrawled the hateful words across the bathroom stalls.

“Lira is a slut.”

Fantasy #4 Forgiveness

The next day, Lira confronted Daemon.

“How could you do that?” She demanded.

“Do what? Call you out for what you are?” Daemond retorted angrily.

“You can’t blame me for what happened at lunch. It wasn’t my fault, the whole table dared me to do it.” Lira protested.

“If I’m not worth a dare, I don’t think we can continue.” Daemond stated, and stalked off to class. That day at lunch, she headed to the bathroom. The lunchroom had nothing for her anyway. Daemon pushed her way into the handicapped stall to find that Lira already occupied it. She tried in vain to leave but Lira pulled her back in and locked the door. She tried to unlock it but the lock was stuck. As Daemon was about to yell, Lira pulled a hand over my mouth.

“Shh.” She hissed. Daemon was struck with fear at what Lira would do. Her fears were justified when Lira started stripping first herself, then Daemon. Lira moved forward and pinned Daemon to the ground.

“I know you want it.” She whispered in her ear. Daemon had to stifle a moan of pleasure. She did want it. As Lira violently shoved herself into Daemon, Daemon finally let loose a moan of pleasure. Lira smiled.

“I knew it,” and the two began shaking and moaning, the sex becoming more and more violent.

“Forgiveness?” Lira asked.

“Yes baby yes, oh yes.” Was Daemon’s reply. Daemons lunch bag was left forgotten on the bathroom floor as the two girls headed back to class. That night, Daemon went home and got her phone taken away from her for leaving her backpack. But she snuck it up to her room and watched porn for a while before Lira texted her.

“Hey send me a pic of ur body :)” she wrote. Daemon sent her pictures of her posing naked in the mirror and then sent her pictures zoomed in on her boobs and pussy. Lira sent back a lesbian emoji and the word delicious. Daemon fell asleep smiling, knowing that Lira thought she was pretty.

Fantasy #5 Sex Time

“Yo Lyr, I got good news!” Exclaimed Daemon as she met Lira outside the school.

“Don’t leave me hanging. What is it?” She asked with a laugh.

“My parents left with my brother to take him to an out of state sports meet.”

“You know what that means...”

“Sex time?” Daemon asked hopefully.

“Yeah, and you can sit with us at lunch, by the way. I explained enough to them that they will let you.”

“Mmm.” Said Daemon as Lira sat her head on Daemon’s shoulder, and slid her fingers into Daemon’s belt loops. The two walked like that for a while before they had to head to class, saying goodbye with a kiss, Lira sliding her tongue around in Daemon’s mouth before she had to go. That day at lunch, Daemon sat with the people at Lira’s table and noticed that the boy who had put his arm around her was gone.

“He’s my possessive ex,” Lira explained when Daemon asked who it had been.

The group cheered them on outside, yelling “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!” Over and over until a teacher came up. Then everything stopped. Daemon went home feeling giddy from Lira’s kisses. She couldn’t stop licking her lips and tasting Lira’s makeup on them. That night, Lira came over with bags packed for a week.

“I’m staying over with you for the week, kay? To make sure you don’t get lonely in that bed of yours.”

“Uh huh.” Daemon smirked.

The two girls spent the night taking pictures of each others boobs and then pictures of their fingers in the others vagina. They laughed about it and were careful to not leave the broken beer bottles lying around. They spent the rest of the night watching late shows and touching themselves. They fell asleep on the couch, with their naked bodies pressed together under the blanket.

Fantasy #6 Party

The week was going great. The two girls spent a ton of time on social media together, bragging about their relationship and posting their naked photos. By the end of the day, each girl had like 400 followers. That night, both got a message inviting them to come to a party nearby. Daemond was reluctant at first- what if it was a predator?- but Lira wasn’t worried at all.

“Come on, what could go wrong? It’s only a party?” Daemon was forced to agree and dressed up in her sluttiest clothing for the occasion. Lira voiced her approval and put on a sequined red dress that only went down to her thighs. The two were dressed for sex. They showed up at the door and a hot guy showed up, obviously drunk, and led them inside. Inside was a wide variety of people, guys, girls, and the weirdest outfits either girl had ever seen. The hot guy left for a moment and came back with drinks. The girls drank them and immediately began swaying on their feet.

“Whoo, What is in that drink?” Lira asked with a grin at the man. He just smiled and led them to a back room.

“Let’s see that body you showed off,” he told them. He led them into a room where they slid out of their clothes. In nothing but a half cup bra, her underwear around her knees, Daemon let the man explore every part of her body before the three of them settled into a threesome, Daemon in the middle. She had Lira on her back, with the man in front of her alternating between oral sex and thrusting into her vagina. Lira was laughing and Daemon joined her. This cycle went on, with a whole ton of different people. But then a song came on and all the sex was replaced with cheers. A huge video screen came on and a music video appeared to match the song. As the music got more and intense, the cheering got louder and the sex scenes on the video got more intense too. A bunch of men were aroused and stroking themselves. The girls caught on too, and soon Daemon and Lira were wet. Lira was wearing a guys sweatshirt and Daemon was wearing Lira’s shirt with no memory of how she lost her own. The music got intense and some men began thrusting. The whole party formed a circle around them and chanted. Daemon found herself shoved out along with another man. They began having sex violently, the man biting at her boobs and tearing at her clothes. Soon, it was over, and Daemon watched Lira get sent out. Lira got a girl, and the two seemed to dance before the girl started grabbing Lira’s body. The girl came up behind her and had anal sex. Daemon was surprised at the stabs of jealousy that ran through her heart, but they stopped when the two of them were shoved out together. The group stopped chanting and watched in hushed anticipation. Apparently, they were the guests of honor. Lira and Daemon let it loose, crashing to the ground. The music stopped, but they did not. Daemon started putting her fingers into Lira and twisting. Lira gasped and moaned, and finally took it out and licked the finger. Then she licked Daemon’s boobs and neck, weaving manicured hands into her hair. It was Daemon’s turn to moan. The whole party was watching them in fascination. Several of the men were aroused in the background, but no one payed any attention. All eyes were focused on the two girls in the center, which would have made Daemon nervous except for Lira in front of her. Back at the house, the two fell asleep still listening to the sound of loud music.

Fantasy #7 Jealousy

They woke up late for school but still decided to show up. With Lira on the bus with her, no one dared taunt Daemon. So Daemon went to school feeling good for once. She showed up at school and headed to her first class. In the first class, there was a new kid named Olivia. She was tan with straight blonde hair that looked really good on her. Daemon thought she was really hot, so she went up and said hi to the girl.

“Hi,” the girl said shyly. She looked really hot, but also really nervous, which made her look even hotter. Daemon asked her how she was doing.

“Good, I guess, but in a new school - I’m not very good at making friends.” Daemon jumped at her chance.

“I could be your friend,” she said.

“I- I would like that,” said Olivia with a shy smile. She looked 3 times hotter when she smiled. Daemon was sad when the bell rang to signal the start of class, because it meant she had to stop chatting with Olivia. They spent the class passing notes, and found out they had many of the same classes together. At lunch, Daemon saw Olivia looking for a seat and invited her to sit with them, which she did. Lira kept glaring at her, but Olivia pretended not to notice. The two spent a lot of time chatting, almost completely shutting out Lira. Lira walked home with her and talked about it.

“So what’s the deal with this Olivia girl?” She asked.

“She is a new kid who needs a friend.” Was Daemon’s reply.

“You guys were totally shunning me at lunch. You still love me right??”

“Duh? I can have other friends though right?”

“Right,” Said Lira, but she sounded bitter. The two girls spent the night making love, and Lira was more intense then usual. She kept whispering into Daemon’s ear,

“You’re mine you’re mine you’re mine oh baby you’re mine.” Daemon didn’t really pay attention to it but still thought it was weird.

Fantasy #8 Love Triangle

Daemon didn’t like how possessive Lira was when Olivia was around. It was so annoying! Daemon could have other friends, right? Still. And she kept giving Olivia these dirty looks. When Olivia voiced her negative opinions about Lira, Daemon agreed. Lira had actually forgotten Daemon’s real name. Olivia was the only person who was not part of her family that knew it - Angel. So when Olivia was alone with her, Angel called her Liv and Olivia called her Angel. It was the first time since she had met Lira that she felt like herself again. That day, she broke up with Lira. Lira was horrified, but also angry. How could Daemon ditch her like that? The new girl Olivia probably wasn’t even lesbian. Angel and Olivia started dating, to Lira’s anger and Angel’s delight. She gave up on her nickname and switched back to the name Angel. Her and Olivia’s relationship was so much different than it had been with Lira. Her relationship with Lira had been entirely based on sex. But with Olivia, they didn’t really have a physical relationship. The two loved each other with something more than what she had with Lira. Furthermore, that week, not only did her parents come back, but Lira went to a party and got raped. Angel heard her complaining to her friends. Olivia was still a virgin, but didn’t resent Angel for not being one. That was a relief. Their day began with a health seminar, talking about the dangers of sex. Lira, the whole time, was joking with her friends and mock kissing Angel’s replacement. Angel ignored it. She honestly didn’t really care. That night, she went home with Olivia. It was the first time in a week that she hadn’t gone home with Lira. It felt surprisingly good, like a victory march. Olivia’s parents let her stay the night. Neither one planned on doing anything dirty, but sometimes fate was funny like that. Both girls slept in nothing but a

t-shirt. After a while if laying together, Angel brought up the topic of sex. Liv didn’t really want to, but cracked when Angel said it might help save her from her newly diagnosed depression. At first, they started out gentle, not rocking, just smoothly pressing up against each other. Liv rested her lips on Angel’s, and as she did so, they got slightly more intense - but not much. Surprisingly, it felt good. Better than it had been with Lira.

Fantasy #9 Cody

When Angel woke up, she briefly forgot where she was. She remembered and looked around to find Liv. Liv was no longer in bed with her, filling her with a strange emotion. Was she.... worried? About Liv? She poked her head out the door, still wearing no pants, and found herself face to face with Olivia’s brother.

“Uh... hi?” He eyes her bare legs.

“What did you two do last night?”

“Nothing. I was just... hot, that’s all.”

“So your not into girls then?”

“... nope.”

“What about boys?”

“Who else would I be into?” He smiles, and Angel doesn’t like the way he does it. His mouth curls evilly.

“Got a crush?”

“Not really.”

“C’mere.” She follows him, reluctantly, into his bedroom. He has a king sized bed, and Angel can tell that he intends to use it. On her. But still she comes up to him.

“What is it you want to show me?” There is a note of Daemon in her voice, she sounds more than a little seductive.

“My name’s Cody.”

“Hi, Cody.”

“I figured you should know my name before I do this.”

“Do what?” Angel feigns surprise as Cody grabs her ass.

“Do you like that?” He whispers. His voice is rough and raspy, as if the cum from his dick is crawling up his throat.

“Mm Hmm.” Angel murmurs. He pulls his pants down. His dick is huge, and he sees her looking and smiles.

“You want it?” She doesn’t speak, and he takes her silence for a yes, grabbing her bare legs and pulling her under him. He is on top, she is crushed by his body, and she likes it.

She’s never felt anything like she did when he entered her. Her mouth opened and she gasped. It was heaven. He thrusted and she twists underneath him. When she kisses him she can feel the stubble on his chin. She’s 17. He’s 28. And both of them love it. He slides his hands up her shirt and whispers something she can’t hear. She feels the heat so much she wonders if her skin is on fire. He touches her again and she shivers, his hands are cold against her burning skin. He leans his face into her neck and bites, she can feel his teeth sucking at her flesh.

It’s fucking amazing.

Cody hears a sound she doesn’t and tenses, struggling away from her.

“Cody,” she moans his name. He shushes her.

“No one can know about this, okay? No one.” Angel nods. She can feel Daemon in her again, waiting for more like a hungry beast. She is a slut.

And she loves it.

Fantasy #10 Distant

“Are you okay?” Olivia asks, “You’ve been distant since this morning.” The girls have the day of school off, alone together until Olivia has to go somewhere. The Daemon inside her wants Cody, and knows he’ll come for her when Olivia isn’t around.

Angel grabs Olivia’s thigh.

“I’m okay Liv. Just thinking about you.”

“Me?”

“And your perfect body.” Angel kisses Liv and Liv arches her back, pulling Angel closer.

“Mmm... perfect body?”

“Yes.”

“Wanna taste?” Angel pull off her bra.

“When don’t I?” Liv laughs and kisses my ear. Her mouth finds the place Cody bit Angel earlier and bites it, she obviously doesn’t see the red mark her brother made. Angel tries hard not to wince when blood comes from her neck. Olivia licks it away and the blood stops.

Liv has to stop an hour later, but angel’s body is sore from the bite marks. Cody comes to her, though. She knew he would. And Daemon is released.

“Hey, uh, Angel.” She pulls his face in for a strong kiss, mixed with whiskey that they’ve been sharing.

“Call me Daemon.”

“Daemon?” He pulls her close so he can whisper it into her ear. He bites her neck again, and sees the marks that Liv left.

“So you do fuck my sister?” He doesn’t sound angry, just intrigued. “What does her cum taste like?”

“What kind of brother wonders that?” Daemon asks, her lips twisting into a smile, her teeth showing. She lets out a seductive breath.

“Come here, babe,” Cody says. Daemon leans in. Cody grabs her boobs. “I want a little show.” Daemon agrees, and pulls down her pants. Cum drips a little, and Cody licks it away, rolling and pulling her onto the bed. Daemon shrieks and moans in pleasure.

“Shh, Shh baby.” Soon his dick is inside her, and each thrust prompts another moan from Daemon. Daemon bites Cody’s neck and tastes his flesh. She likes it and goes back for more. Cody shakes with laughter and pleasure, and she can feel his cum inside her. He exits her, and she can feel the abscence immediately.

“We don’t have to stop, do we?” She asks. He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Not yet.” And he thrusts his dick into her mouth. The taste of his cum fills her mouth. It’s sweet and bitter and spicy all at the same time. She traces her tongue along it.

“Mm keep going babe,” he whispers. She can’t respond, so she just moans. She can feel his hands cupping her boobs and squeezing. She pulled herself away from his dick so that she can stroke it. It’s his turn to moan. She bites his neck again and grabs at his back. He grabs her ass and she shivers.

“Mmm... yes.” She can feel his nails leaving marks in her thighs. And then she hears a door slam shut downstairs.

Olivia is back.

Fantasy #11 Date Night

Olivia looks like she’s just had a major makeover. Her hair has been curled and styled, and now has cherry red streaks in it. She’s wearing a cute purple crop top that is more like a sports bra, and her jeans are ripped. She looks hot af.

“Liv, if I had known you were going to get a makeover I would have come with!” She laughs.

“Yeah, I know. I figured I should dress up for our date tonight. You have to go home and get ready!” She squealed. “I can’t wait to see how sexy you look!”

Five hours of turmoil later, Angel was ready. Her hair was twisted into a ponytail. Her shirt was studded with silver and was looking like a sports bra as well. Her shorts were basically shredded and exposed way too much thigh, and knee-high boots. She put on a gold ring that looking like a snake, and topped it all off with a black fedora.

“Alright, Liv, I’m ready!” Liv kisses her.

“You look great.”

“You look perfect.” The two giggle and Angel kisses Liv. They walk to the nearest restaurant, and sit down and order their food. Neither girl has any money, which they realize after they’ve ordered.

“Fuck it, it’s time for a dine and dash.” They finish their food and walk casually out. No one stops them, but as soon as they are out the door they start running away. They split off to go to their separate houses, and Angel is panting when she reaches her doorway. She opens it and heads up to her room. She checks her social media and finds an invitation to a party, she hasn’t recieved one of those in months since she broke up with Lira. She decides to go. It’s tonight at midnight, so she still has time to dress up a bit more than she did for Liv. She sprays temporary black dye on her hair and puts on black lipstick on one lip and strawberry red on the other. Her eyeshadow is black as well.

She looks like Daemon.

The party already seems to be in full swing when she arrives. Whores are everywhere, staring at her confident pose and debating whether to take her home tonight. She hopes they do, but one in particular catches her eye. She’s dancing with a super cute teen boy. Daemon goes up to her and taps her on the shoulder.

“We should take this one,” the boy says, looking at Daemon with bright blue eyes. The green eyed ho laughs.

“She’s hot enough, yeah,” she turns to her. “Up for a threesome, girly? We need a third member to complete it.” Daemon breaks into a smile.

“Hell Yeah.” The ho grabs her hand and drags her to a back room. The boy stands between both of them, and she can feel his hand on her butt. His other hand is on the ho.

“What’s y’all names?” He asks.

“I’m Janice,” says the whore.

“I’m Daemon.”

“I’m Red,” says the boy. Daemon looks around the room they are in. The bed is huge, big enough to fit them all easily. Daemon is in the middle, and she finds herself staring into the eyes of the boy while the girl comes from behind. He pulls her close and enters her. She moans. Janice grabs her ass. She moans again.

“Yes, yes, oh yes.” She breathes. She loves this feeling. Especially the boy. The boy is hot. She bites his neck and Janice bites hers. They make a chain. Red grabs her boobs and she gasps in pleasure.

“Oh yeah baby.” Janice, behind them, uncorks a bottle of wine and pours it over their bodies. Daemon can taste its bitterness and feels it flowing into her vagina along with Red’s dick. She kisses Red and can see her lipstick on his face. He smiles at her.

“Remind me to hook up with you one on one later.” She grins.

“No problem.”

“Hey, you look about my age. What school you go to?”

“Denver High.”

“Unbelievable! How did I not see you at school?”

“Probably because I almost never show up.”

“Say hi to me, Kay?”

“I don’t think my girlfriend would like that.”

“Oh.” Daemon kisses him again.

“I’ll be single again soon. Don’t worry.” He smiles.

“So… when you’re single, can we go out?”

“Sure.” She writes her number on his arm in sharpie. Janice eventually leaves to find another toy, leaving Daemon and Red alone. Daemon likes being alone with him. He’s calmer when they’re alone. His sex is gentle.

“See you later. Even if you can’t say hi.” He waves goodbye at the door to her house after he walks her home.

Angel/Daemon falls asleep easily.

Fantasy #12 Real

Her phone rings in the morning, signaling a calm from Olivia.

“Hey Liv,” Angel greets sleepily.

“Don’t hey Liv me. I found your panties in my brothers room.”

“Why would your brother want my panties?”

“How did he get them?” She demands angrily. I don’t answer, not for a long time. “We are over!” Daemon has to hold back a sigh of relief until she hangs up. Now I can date Red. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face. He is perfect.

Daemon walks into school alone, knowing that she won’t be alone when she leaves. When Red spots her alone, he waves. He was standing in front of the doors to the school, as if waiting. Waiting for her. Daemon comes up to him and kisses him. He stumbles in surprise.

“She broke up,” Daemon whispers. Red smiles and hugs her, his hands sliding up her shirt subtly. Daemon laughs. “You’re hot, you know that?” Red kissed her neck in response.

“Thanks. You too.” She smiles.

“Could we skip together?”

“Sure. My parents aren’t home.” He winks.

“Mm. I’ve been wanting to know what the inside of your house looks like. Mainly your bed, but still.” Red laughs.

“You are funny.”

“Thanks.” He loops his arm around Daemond’s and walks her to his house.

“Ladies first,” he says, and opens the door. Daemon raises her eyebrows at him and shoved him inside before following. Laughing, Red grabs her hand and leads her to his room. He pulls down his pants and once again Daemon is breathless with his perfection. His thighs are muscular and tan. His whole body is tan, even his dick. Daemon is embarrassed by her own pale skin but Red doesn’t seem to mind. He slides her shirt off and Daemon shivers. He stops while holding the shirt.

“Are you okay?” Daemon is touched by his concern.

“Yeah.” He lets out a deep breath.

“Okay. Good.” She sits next to him on his bed, shirtless. He’s not wearing any pants so Daemon guides her palm along his legs. Red moves his own hands to cup her breasts. Daemon sighs in pleasure,

“Mmm,” she moans. He pushes her down to the bed and shifts so that he is on top of her. Even though she still has pants on, she can feel his dick inside her.

“I’m wondering if you feel as good in a twosome as in a threesome.”

“Let’s find out,” she whispers, and pulls her shorts down. He yanks his shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. He starts out slow, and gentle, but after a few minutes the bed is creaking and groaning underneath them. After a few minutes, he stops.

“You don’t feel as good as you do in a threesome.” Daemon looks up.

“Oh?” She tried hard not to betray the hurt inside.

“You feel better.” Daemon’s face cracks into a smile.

“You feel better, too.” An hour later they head out together, and Daemon is wearing Red’s sweatshirt. They walk around the park, holding hands. Ever so often they’d reach a park bench and kiss.

They reach one bench and have to skip it, because Lira was there, too. And so was Liv. Together. Kissing. Daemon ignores them, knowing that they’ll never have what her and Red do. She kisses him and he stumbles.

“Do you love me?” He doesn't hesitate.

“Of course I do. What’s not to love?” Daemon ignores his question and kisses him harder. This didn’t feel like Lira, or even Olivia. This felt real.

Fantasy #13

Naturally, Cody had to fuck everything up. He comes to Daemon’s house that night, and invites her out. Daemon refuses, and Cody gets angry. Very angry. He trashes her room and drags her away like a kidnapper.

A few hours later, drugged and sore from rape, Daemon wakes up. Cody is crouched nearby, watching her. She is naked. Where are her clothes? She grabs at her nearby jeans and grabs her cellphone, sending a desperate message to Red. She has time to see him send “I’m coming” before Cody takes the phone and smashes it.

“You belong to me,” he growls. “No one else.” He pins Daemon to the floor and she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stifle a whimper. She’s never been raped before. Not like this.

And the Red arrives, tackling Cody and pulling him off of her. She stands up instantly, pulling up her jeans and grabbing her shirt, throwing it on. Red and her run away, all the way to Red’s house, and he pulls her up to his room.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling her close to him and kissing her.

“Yeah,” Daemon says shakily. She’s not, but she won’t admit it to Red. He runs his hands through her hair.

“Mm, you’re beautiful,” he moans, gently wiping the blood from her bleeding lip away with his mouth. She moans, too, and realized for the first time that she needs him, the way she’s never needed anyone before.

“What’s your real name?” She asks him.

“Benjamin. You can see why I like Red better.”

“I like the name Benjamin.”

“Sure you do. But call me Red anyway, kay?”

“Mm-kay.” He kissed her, and she kissed him back with a burning passion.

“I love you,” he told her. She felt her body tingle at his words.

“Do you mean that?”

“I do.”

“That’s good, because I love you too.” Red presses his lips to her neck.

“God, you’re hot,” he whispers. She laughs, and feels his teeth on her skin and moans.

“Can we…?”

“Absolutely,” he says without letting her finish. Daemon slides down her pants and at the same time Red takes off his shirt. She runs a hand down his chest. He’s muscular. Red puts a hand on her thigh, and she smiles. He uses his other hand to pull off her shirt. Daemon revels in the sight of his naked body, and crawls on top of him.

“Mmm, baby,” Red moans.

“Do you really love me?”

“I do, I love you.”

“Pleas don’t leave me,” Daemon moaned. Red ran a hand through her hair.

“Of course I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” She kisses his neck, and traced her lips down his chest. He shivers.

“You are the best person I’ve ever met,” he murmurs in her ear. She kisses him again, and his lips lock onto hers, his tongue slides into his mouth, he traces a hand down her face, then her chest, then her legs. She pulls down his pants— and gasps.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispers. He has no dick. He’s a girl.

“Uh…”

“Is it okay?” He asks, his hand on her thigh.

“Of course it is.” He looks surprised, then laughed.

“I figured you wouldn’t, you know, want me anymore.”

“I don’t think anything on earth could keep me away from you,” Daemon said.

Fantasy #14

“Hi, kids! I’m your new teacher! My name is Mrs. Felicity and I’m here to teach your ELA class while the other teacher is away!”

Felicity was hot, Daemon decided. She was fresh out of college and had curves as if she was a model. Daemon grinned at Red and then pointed at the teacher.

“I think we might have a new victim.” He laughed.

“God, I love you, Angel.”

“Yup. You too.” He laughed again, and the teacher glared at him.

“What’s so funny?” She asked him.

“Uh… Nothing.”

“Both of you! Meet me after class.” The rest of the class snickered.

After class, she pulled us into the room, looking disheveled. Her hair was a mess.

But the rest of her outfit was what really caught their attention. She had changed out of her strict school outfit that looked like it was straight out of a manga, and was now in an outfit that belonged in a strip club. A short skirt that exposed her underwear, and a crop top with an indecently low v-neck.

“Come in,” says Felicity. She leads us inside and locks the door behind them. As soon as every window is covered, Felicity begins taking off her shirt, and then her skirt, until she’s in nothing but a thong and a half cup bra. She smiles. “Your turn!” She walls up to Red first and he squirms away.

“Lady, you wanna grope me, do it over my clothes,” he muttered. Angel stifled a laugh. She does. She slides hands all over his chest and his back and his ass and especially his dick - all through his clothes.

Then it’s Angel’s turn. She feels Felicity’s hands over her boobs, on her ass, on her stomach, and everywhere. She wants to moan at the sensation, but she doesn’t.

Felicity dismissed them with a smile.

“That was fun,” she says. Angel represses a shudder. Angel goes home with Red, to his bedroom, and tells her mom she’s sleeping over with a friend. Luckily, her parents asked no questions, and she was left alone with Red until five o’clock tomorrow night. He instantly takes off his shirt the instant they get inside his room, and strips down to his underwear. Angel does the same. In a bra and underwear, she curls up in bed with him. They just want to taste the closeness between them. Angel kisses him and he moves on top of her. Crushed beneath him, she kisses him more fiercely, until she can’t breath and she gasps. He slides a hand under her bra, and another under her underwear, and she shivers.

“Mmmm,” she moans. “I love you.” He smiles, his teeth grazing her neck.

“I love you too. Always.”

She had finally found her soulmate.

Desire is something that drives me mad. My 'morals' tell me to not act. They are currently stronger than the desire, but as the desire grows I am pushed further and further into madness against the moral cage that i live in. It would not be a problem if I let go would it? To just take her and lay her out and make her mine and let go of all else the other. I'm tied to another because she came first, because I felt pity for her and am too "kind" to break up with her. Why do I stick around? why do I even promote this?

And then there is that other woman. I see her, I talk to her, I smell her. but I cannot have her. not like this, not now, not in this way. Two ways could I take her as my own. to lay her out and penetrate deep within her body. if i were an honest man I would break all previous ties and be a clean man. ...or... or I could keep it down, never tell anyone... never let another soul know. and take her as my own. What does it matter if I tie her to the bed of my mind and do those things which I cannot to her in person. To completely unleash myself from my moral cage and take her body as my own, if only in thought. To see her laid bare on the bed. Her body quivering in fear and tension and lust and want and anticipation. she would feel whatever I wanted her to feel. slowly decending upon her tied form. taking from her what I should never, ever possess. bringing her into the dungeon that is my mind, where "safe words" don't exist, and the only thing that will stop my feverish ravaging of her body is my own exaustion... but of course, this is a mind game, and my mental self does not tire easily. She will beg for help, scream for release, but it doesn't matter because it isn't real. right? it's just my mind... what does it matter?

...she would hate me for this. the other woman, my woman, would hate me for this. my family would never forgive me for this. I could never forgive me for this. So I don't unleash the dark part of my mind. I keep it in my moral cage. Thank God I have some form of a moral cage.

but everytime I entertain even the idea of it, I can feel the bars slip... I can feel myself take a step towards mental action I don't dare think about lest I make it happen

Do you ever crave someone so much that is takes your mind away to thoughts of pure sexual desire? Your thoughts are of nonstop sex and pleasure until your loins are on fire.

You see this man in your eyes, you smell him in your nose, you feel him touching you with his hands. Your mind is craving him, your body understands.

You cant be with this man but you have your lust to help pull you through. You close your eyes and lay back on the floor, you know just what to do.

You imagine his lips kissing your mouth, then moving lower to your breasts, seductive mocking and then travelling further south.

Your hands wander over your body while you imagine its him. You lick your fingers, this is no time to be prim.

You think of him and what he would do, he would feed on your pussy until you cum, he would lick and pinch your clit until you mew.

So you tenderly touch your clit all moist and wet with desire. You plunge your wet finger within, you raise your hips higher.

Next he would fuck you after you cum. That way your pussy is all wet, ready for his incredible cock to succumb.

So you grab your toy, immerse it inside. It vibrates, it pivots, you fuck yourself hard, while the whole time craving his cock and wishing he was astride.

This is him, this is you, your mind plays games. You want him but cant have him so this is almost, but not quite the same.

You know you are going to cum, you brace yourself. You feel the heat rising you plunge further into oneself.

This climax will quell the craving that you constantly have for him. Until you can make love to him again, this is merely foreplay, the glorious prelim.

The suit was amazing. It’d been languishing in a dark corner of that fetish shop for he didn’t know how long. He’d not even noticed it the first few times he’d visited and when he had it’d looked just like any other rubber full coverage catsuit, but then, he’d looked at it properly.

From that point on it became an obsession. It was unlike any catsuit he’d ever seen. Slick black rubber with toe socks, gloves and a hood. “Property of Master Q” on the left hand side of the chest over where the wearer’s heart would be and on the back of the head a large, silver number four.

But that wasn’t what intrigued him. What made him return to that shop at least three times a week just to look at it? It was so highly polished it almost shone but even that wasn’t the most gripping thing about it. The front and back were flawless rubber. The whole suit was seamless. Normal suits he’d looked at before with hoods, gloves and feet always had them as separate items that’d been glued on. This one, they were part of the suit from the start but even that wasn’t the most interesting thing about it.

There didn’t seem to be any way in. There was no zip, no flap or slit in which to climb into it. God, what it must feel like to be in that suit. Zips had always been a bugbear for him. Something that reduced the comfort and stopped you from moving in certain ways because it dug into the back, reduced your flexibility.

He began to dream about that suit, being in it. It became an compulsion, forcing him to pop into that fetish shop several times a week on the way home from work. He’d always use the pretence of buying some small trinket, a bottle of lube here, a butt plug there just to give him the excuse to lurk in that dark corner, feeling it, examining it.

On the third week he finally plucked up the courage to feel inside the mouth. It felt slick, smooth and slippery as if it’d already been pre-lubed! Then he examined the cock and ball sheath, again, a part of the suit rather than a glued on addition.

There was a more rigid thing in that, a tube that was obviously designed to fit down the urethra to allow the occupant to piss. The feet had two small tubes on the heal and there was also a slightly larger tube at the top of the head. He could only guess that that was for cleaning when someone was in it for an extended time but how the hell would someone get into it?

Finally, at the end of the fourth week, he gave the mouth hole an experimental tug. It stretched. He pulled some more and it stretched even more, no resistance. Could that be it? Stretch the mouth open and climb in through that?

“Oh, my god that’s hot.”

He loitered, keeping one eye on the suit and one on the shop assistant. Eventually the assistant went into the back to collect something for a customer and he made his move, grabbing the suit off the hanger, he bundled it up and rushed to the changing room.

The moment the curtain was closed he stripped naked and sat on the chair. He pulled the mouth wide, plunging both feet in. The neck expanded to accommodate his legs with little resistance as he stroked the legs up and then eased his feet into the socks. Even that was easy. Normally it was a real struggle to get your feet in these things but this suit…

God it felt good.

The moment his second foot was in, he began easing it up his body expecting a real struggle but the head and neck continued to expand and before he knew it, it was time to put his arms in. Again, they slid in with no resistance.

Finally, he pulled the hood over his head and he was in. He stared at himself in that mirror for half an hour taking every pose imaginable, many that would’ve been uncomfortable in a normal suit because of the zip. He loved it!

Then, the final step. The cock and ball sheath.

“Why not?” He eased it over his balls and guided his cock onto the tube. Even that slid in with ease, even though by now he had a full on erection.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the partition of the changing room.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Shit… Oh… No, thanks, I’m fine.”

“If you like, you could try the rest, you know. You’re not the first to try that suit on.”

“Bloody hell! There’s more?!”

“Of course, sir. But you may need to wait an hour or two for me to collect together the rest. Come on through to the back.”

“God, thanks. The longer I’m in this the better, I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

“Yes, sir. That’s often the reaction. Many can’t spare the time though but if you can, more than welcome.”

He opened the curtain to see the assistant grinning at him. “Even I’ve tried it on, sir. I know how good it feels.”

The assistant led him to the back of the shop. Shelves piled high with everything fetish he’d ever dreamed of and in the corner, a large wooden bondage chair.

He pointed at it. “As I might be waiting… Fancy protecting your stock from me by putting me in that?”

The assistant laughed. “Good way to put it. I’ve not heard them request it like that before. Come on, let’s get you secured then.”

The chair was a mass of leather straps but it didn’t take long for him to be rendered utterly immobile. Even his head was strapped back against the head rest so tightly he couldn’t move an inch. The assistant left the room.

Bondage heaven. A suit that felt like no other, a chair to hold him securely. His cock of course responded with the hardest hard on he’d never been able to reach.

He didn’t know how long he waited. Half an hour? Three hours? All sense of time in that chair was lost but eventually the assistant reappeared in his line of sight carrying a bag.

“I should warn you, the next parts of the suit may be a little uncomfortable to put on. The suit is designed to be utterly isolated from the outside world. Not a hint of skin, no air, nothing but solid rubber and for that, I’m going to have to get you tubed up.”

“What do you”

Before he’d even managed to complete the sentence, the assistant placed a wire brace in his mouth and begun cranking it wide.

“o! o a oo ooin?!”

“Trust me, sir. This is all part of the suit.”

The assistant squirted something deep down his throat and then reached into the bag to produce a pair of thin tubes which he began pushing up his nose. God it stung, but he continued until he was satisfied they were in far enough. Then he reached in to the back of his throat, hooked the tubes with his finger and pulled them to the front.

Next, a thicker tube.

“Once this is in, you’ll be nothing but a mute rubber object until they’re removed. This tube will connect to the nose tubes and go down your windpipe, bypassing your vocal chords. You won’t even be able to groan once this is in. Shake your head if you don’t want it.”

He was strapped in so tightly it was impossible but the thought of it…Even if he could have shaken it, he wouldn’t have. God, he wanted it right now.

The assistant chuckled. “I can see from your cock you want it.” he fixed the two tubes he’d hooked from the back of the throat to the thicker one and began to carefully feed it down.

God this was weird, not even a gag, no sensation at all as it went down his windpipe.

“I can see it in your eyes, you were expecting to be puking but I numbed your throat with that spray. Don’t worry, it’ll be hours before that wears off.”

That tube was in place in no time. He pulled the nose tubes out a little so there was no slack at the back of the throat and then pulled out another tube.

“This one’s your feeding tube that goes down into your stomach.”

That was placed too. Still no sensation.

The assistant then pulled out a strange… thing and began threading it on the feeding tube.

“This gag’s special. It has a sleeve for your tongue to fit into so you’ll be wanting to stick your tongue out now. I’ll put it on and when it’s in place I’ll remove the mouth brace.”

Oh god, this got better and better. Even the tongue enclosed in rubber, the whole mouth by the look of that thing. He stuck his tongue out eagerly. The gag slid on and into place and the brace was loosened and removed.

Next, the assistant pulled aside the eye holes and shoved a couple of earplugs in and finally he held up some goggles bordered by rubber. There was no strap, he just slid them under the mask over the eyes.

“For the final bit, I need to release you from the chair. I’ll lead you into the next room, there’s a mirrored wall there so you can admire yourself if you like.”

His hands unstrapped, before anything else was done, the assistant returned with a laptop. He placed it in front of his subject.

“How do you feel? This is your only means of communication now until you’re out of all that.”

He reached for the keyboard and began to type.

“Oh god, this is so hot. I love it. I never want out!”

The rest of the straps were undone and the assistant led him to the next room with the mirror.

“Enjoy.”

God he looked hot! He posed, he caressed himself, he walked around.

As he did so, the suit seemed to settle even more onto his body. It began to feel tighter too. The cock sheath compressed his cock but at the same time, the suit gripped the base of it above the cock and balls more firmly and everything began to feel better and better with every second.

The assistant returned with the laptop.

“How does it feel?”

He began to type again. “Oh god, it’s hot. I love it.”

“Good. Good.”

The assistant left again.

He was just about to reach down to pleasure himself when, suddenly, the suit froze solid.

All flexibility, gone. It was more rigid than concrete. He couldn’t move an inch.

The assistant stood in front of him again.

“Your wish is granted. You may have noticed the suit beginning to feel a little tighter. This room contains UV lamps and the suite is designed to cure in ultraviolet light. What does that mean? Quite simple really. All that elasticity you needed to get into it, stretching the mouth? Gone.”

He stared at the assistant in shock.

“This suite is a brand new material designed by my Master. It’s based on a graphene composite. Thousands of layers of it all blended together in such a way that the graphene slides easily against itself. Expose it to UV and molecular bonds begin to form. It is now utterly impossible to remove that catsuit and as it’s made of graphene it’s even impossible to cut it off, number four. Higher intensity light causes the rigidity you are now experiencing but that’s temporary. It just allows me to finish you off. Make all your tubing permanent and insert the final addition.”

He held up a butt plug, again bordered by rubber at the top. It looked huge.

Again a squirt of something, this time up the arse. Then, pressure, a lot of pressure and a sudden “pop”.

The assistant left the room again and returned with what could only be described as a sealant gun. He inserted the end in something the captive couldn’t see and began pushing the plunger. A pressure in the throat. Then again, more pressure further up the throat. And again. More pressure.

Finally, one last time and the gag began to fill. To press against the inside of his mouth. Every inch of his being was now rubbered inside and out. The pressure locked his tongue in place and began to harden. The gag was permanent too now. He could sense it. It was far to big to remove.

The assistant began to tidy things up. He slid some nose plugs up the nose tubes until they were securely in place and again, using the sealant tube, glued the plugs to the outside of the suit and the inside of the plugs to the tubes. The tube through the gag was also sealed in the same way along with the goggles and a little manipulation behind. Then with a few deft swipes of a pallet knife, all the tubing was cut and a cap placed on the end of the mouth tube.

“Just a sec… I’ll just get the laptop. I suppose you’ve got a few choice words to say to me now.”

The assistant left the room and suddenly, the suit relaxed. He could move again!

He began to stretch a little as the assistant returned holding up the laptop.

“What the hell have you done!?” he typed.

“I told you. You see the writing above your heart. The suit and now you are the property of my Master. You’ll be shipped to his compound to begin your service within the week. You’re in that suit permanently! You did ask for it.”

“But my life!”

“You have no life now that doesn’t involve pleasing Master Q, number four.”

“Number 4?”

“That is your name. It’s right on the back of your head there for all to see. You won’t be alone, you’ll have three slave brothers to keep you company. Of course, you’ll have no means of communication with them unless the Master permits it but you’ll learn to get to know them eventually anyway. You’ll love it, trust me. You’ll never be out of bondage. The suit can be immobilised at the push of a button when UV is nearby and every room in my Master’s has that.”

His fingers began to shake as they typed “I want out! Let me out of this thing!”

“The suit you’re in can’t be taken off now. It is absolutely permanent, nothing can get it off. Solvents? Nope. Cutting? It’s graphene. As strong as diamond where that’s concerned but much more flexible. It won’t degrade like latex, it won’t tear. I’ll give you one final choice before we ship you home. Get packed away now or become a display for the shop for a couple of days until it’s time?”

“But...”

“Ah, what about the other concerns? Fingernails? Toenails? Hair? I can guess, you’re not the first after all. I did say you’ll be joining numbers one to three too. You’ll be treated with a solution once a week that will totally strip the outer layer of your skin, killing all bacteria, viruses and fungal spores within the suit at the same time as stripping your hair. The suit will begin to feel like a second skin once the hair’s off. It’ll also dissolve your nails. Oh, and don’t worry about shitting either. The core of the plug is removable. You’ll be flushed out at regular intervals.”

Before he could react to this news the assistant rushed out of the room, flicked a switch and again, the suit became rigid.

The assistant poked his head around the door, “You didn’t answer that question so I’ll make the choice for you. Display model for two days, then packed and shipped. Ah yes, one last thing.” The assistant pointed a fob at the new slave and pushed the button.

There was a searing pain in his ears as something sharp lanced into them from the ear plugs.

“Those earplugs are now embedded into your ears using barbs. They’ll heal quickly enough don’t worry but they can never be removed either. From now on the only voices you’ll hear are those with microphones like this one.”

* * * * *

Slave Alpha left the back room with a grin, grabbed a package from a back shelf and began opening it as he walked back onto the shop floor.

He walked to that dark corner and pulled out the contents, hanging up a suit.

A perfect rubber suit with “Property of Master Q” above the heart and a large number 5 on the back of the head.

He went into the room and looked at her.

"Oh yeah baby youre so sex and good"

"Teehee thanks i like you r penis"

Then his penis grew very big and strong (he drank his milk which he heard makes boners stronger).

"Oh it's so large"

It was the BIG penis.

"Luckily i have the big vagina"

Then she pulled out her vagina and it was BIG and WATERY.

"Yuo make me so slippery, dadddy ;;))"

He touced her butt and said "turn around so i can put it in that big slimy pussi"

She turned around so he could put it in that big slimy pussi.

He put it in that big slimy pussi.

Then they did the sex.

The Fin.