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Something's at the door...
Everyone has gotten used to receiving things through delivery services, from near and far, getting a knock on the door (or just randomly finding it out their cause they didn't bother to knock). But not every package is expected or needed, desired or wanted, malevolent or benevolent. So when you get a knock on the door, what on earth could have arrived? And to whom?
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Westerosi Peasant
You are a peasant living in Westeros - can you rise to power?
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Fictional Nudist Fantasy
What would happen if your favorite fictional characters want to live the naked life?
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Orgasmic Time Travel Bank Heist (completed)
When your orgasms allow you to travel through time, you form a team to pull off the ultimate bank heist!
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Baldur's Gate Into the Mind
You were implanted with a mind flayer tadpole, but one with command over all others, so you go on a quest to gather the largest harem possible
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A Swap To Remember
A cursed ring causes a young man to swap aspects with the women in his life
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Futa First: Feeling Nothing
The air was thick with anticipation as Heather led Jervin through the dimly lit hallway of her house. Her confidence was palpable, a steady hand guiding him forward, her soft smile a beacon in the shadows. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of vanilla and musk, lingered in the air, wrapping around Jervin like a warm embrace. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his throat dry as he followed her, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. Their earlier dates had built a simmering tension, a promise of something more, but now, as they approached her bedroom, Jervin’s unease began to surface. Heather’s bedroom was a sanctuary of soft light and inviting warmth. The curtains were drawn, filtering the outside world into a muted glow, and the air carried a faint trace of her scent, grounding yet intoxicating. She turned to face him, her deep, inviting eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, Jervin felt his doubts fade. Her body language was open, her curves accentuated by the lace-trimmed bra that peeked through her partially unbuttoned blouse. She was a vision of gentle reassurance, her presence a balm to his frayed nerves. “Come here,” she whispered, her voice a soft command that pulled him closer. Her hands reached out, warm and steady, as she began to unbutton his shirt. Jervin’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse in response, his movements hesitant, his mind racing with doubts. He felt her soft skin beneath his fingertips, a jolt of warmth that should have ignited a spark within him, but instead, his thoughts spiraled. What if I’m not enough? What if I can’t give her what she needs? The weight of his past relationship, the lingering ghosts of failure, clung to him like a second skin.
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OG Crew
The OG Crew (well, Sam and Abby) are the biggest thirst magnets from down under. So let's write some stories about 'em and get on YouTube, yeah?
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Welcome Home, Soldier
When Scott is discharged from the Army and his wife leaves him, he goes back to his hometown to start a new chapter, where, and to whom, will it lead?
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Fire Emblem: Heroines Lewd Adventures
Various girls across the Fire Emblem series get used as fuck toys. The fall from greatness is a far one.
