The Resort
“public sex encouraged,” franke read out. “huh. well, that’s new. can’t say i’ve ever heard of a public sex resort either.” “they say it’s meant to like, revitalize men especially.
On Display
#1 of on display i kinda like the idea of public sex.
Swiss Mix - Chapter 326-350
I want you to take me there, let me do a public strip-tease dance for you, and then go to one of their public sex rooms with me naked and collared and on a leash, and... ohhhh!
Q&D #2 - Demon Dance
The coast was clear; but to ensure their sex-play would not be disturbed, megis used a little of his telekinetic trickery to turn the tumblers of the lock.
Subtle Eggs
But she didn't know just how public their mating had been. and it had gone on for quite a while too, and in multiple positions. "alright, well, it's not like i'm embarrassed or anything. i just didn't know. the rotunda is pretty public, though."
A Vignette from the Roadhouse: Contemplative Indulgence
The air amid the rafters quaked with the hoary voices caterwauling to the jukebox, the slam of glassware against each other, the ozone smell of the evening, as the wind blew sand against sand, the quiet creaking of the wind pump outside. "and there is...
Heavy is the Crown 3
Dino and the others are publicly fucked, only for dino to be pulled in and kept by his enemy.
All's Fare [Sketch]
She had been eyeing since the hyena had first stepped onto the subway after her, one spotted arm draped carelessly around the support pole and her short muzzle angled down towards her phone. A flash of bright eyes towards where Cynder sat told the...
Riolu Gym
"fuck, i need a drink." he looked at justin. "are there any beers left?"
Steam
On and on it went, even the government wasn't safe, a small monument had been taken from a public park in meadowlands, judy had spent an excruciating 3 hours talking to the deputy director of herds and grazing, an overly energetic border collie called leslie
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: Predawn Contemplation
IT was early the next morning, Levi was face down in the booth at the roadhouse, right arm curled up under his head, left hand propped up on an almost-empty longneck. The jukebox was warbling out a bluesy honky-tonk riff. The old irish wolfhound had...
Brand New Meeker
"oh fuck, meeker. yes! give me your load!" she cried out before spinning with surprising acrobatics. she spun mid air, latching her arms back to the tree once her belly faced upward and clasped her legs around his hips.