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Incubus 1

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In a plume of sulphur and brimstone he arrived, kneeling in the center of the sigil.  He slowly rose on sandaled feet, leather pants clinging to his lean body.  The candles lining the room cast it in a dark glow, illuminating his deep purple skin, raven black hair, and two dark horns curling back from his forehead.  He straightened out, his mouth upturned in roguish smile as he opened his eyes, an unnatural gold on black. "So, is it you who..." His smile fell. "...summoned... me?"

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Average: 3.4 (7 votes)

Milk

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Jordan crossed her arms, watching the house out of the car's side window. "Man.  What's taking Kevin so long?"

The driver - himself a teen of legal age for your state or prefecture, as was Jordan - shrugged. "When I said we were going out he said he had to take a shower first."

"Yeah, but shouldn't he be done by now?" The brunette thought for a second before leaning forward between the front seats, blue eyes moving between the driver and passenger. "Wait, did he say 'take a shower' or 'take a shower -first?-'"

"'Take a shower first.'  Why?"

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Average: 3.1 (8 votes)

Competition

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They say every man has a special talent.  Mine isn't that useful, but at least it's unique.

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Average: 4.5 (17 votes)

Chemistry

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He leaned back on the sofa, casting an appreciative eye across the penthouse apartment. "It's a very nice place you have here."

"Thank you." She poured two glasses of wine, setting the bottle down on the kitchen counter.

"It must not come cheap."

"Oh, it's quite expensive." She palmed a small tablet, glancing at him to ensure he was distracted before dropping it into one of the glasses with practiced ease.  The tablet broke apart, rapidly dissolving in the wine. "But it's a small price to pay for privacy."

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Average: 4.1 (21 votes)

Pleasure of Pressure

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"I'm so bored." I thought to myself. "We've been here in this line for over an hour!" I complained. My boyfriend, Justin, the cutest guy I've ever dated, responded "Well, there isn't much more left after this I'm sure." Then he leaned in closer to me, with his glassy brown eyes staring into mine. That always seemed to suck me in toward him. It was unreal, the way it happened without a single word. My breathing would stop and it would be like time stopped. The way many people wish a perfect moment could last forever.

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Average: 3.5 (13 votes)

At the Flick of a Switch

 

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Average: 4.1 (12 votes)

Lust

“So, how do you like wearing a zentai suit?”

She’s giggling, and smirking. I love that smirk. And the glasses, and the brown hair. This is finally happening.

“It’s uh… yeah, it’s interesting. I like it.”

What? I mean ‘this is kinda hot.’ Me watching her wearing her suit, seeing how it hugs her… everywhere. Bust, thighs, back, belly… mmm, that belly. Just chubby enough, but fit too. God, she’s got a great body.

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Average: 3.7 (7 votes)

Katie

Katie had had a dull life. It all started (or ended) when she was given a puppy as a child. She laughed as it gambolled around her but suddenly heard a hissing noise she couldn’t place. She quickly located the sound as she felt herself swelling up like a balloon. Her parents quickly whisked the little dog away, naturally thinking she was allergic. But Katie knew different.

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Average: 4.4 (26 votes)

Alchemical Folly, An

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"You can't be serious."

"And why can't I be? I'm perfectly serious!"

"This isn't a game, Rosa, this is--"

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Average: 4.1 (11 votes)

Cool Under Pressure

Cool Under Pressure

Kate shivered slightly with excitement as she pulled the canister from its hiding place under her bed. She'd been waiting for a moment like this to use it, and now that it was here, she felt butterflies in her stomach. It was for good reason, though; Paul would soon be over. And when he was, she wanted him to see her at her very best.

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Average: 4.4 (24 votes)
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