Memories

If you deny yourself this then you are denying yourself life. do not be afraid, come, take my paw and i will hold tightly through all this. memories are the encompassing orb that holds you within a prison that only you can unlock.

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A Simple Massage

You want to submit, to surrender yourself to me completely..."

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That Feeling You Get (An Ode to Dads)

That feeling you get when you mentally smack yourself because you forgot to check out his pants for a bulge.

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The Serpent's Corruption

Before you can react, your instincts kick in and you blurt out "pass" before you can stop yourself. you fight the urge to kick yourself. "it's fine," you tell yourself, "it wouldn't have been in the spirit of the wager to lose on purpose."

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Papasaur

Quickly you dash over to the bathroom nearly tripping over yourself as you fling yourself towards the door. what good would hiding under the counter top do? quick, quick, think of something! where else could you hide?

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Why Wolf?

It is a matter of seeing others as you see yourself, seeing yourself and others you depend upon and care for as being a part of you and yourself a part of them.

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Your Results Are In!

Then you enter yourself much more easily than you anticipated, your fingers sliding inside in an instant. inside, your warm and oh so sensitive. you shake and steady yourself on your desk, before doing the sensible thing and falling to your knees.

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Call from the Viceroy

Just for that, stop touching yourself. don't whine, sweetheart. just listen. it always starts simple. a little nibble on your bottom lip, a little squeeze to your bulge.

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Escape Pt. 1

Regret hits you the moment you find yourself looking at a large black glob of eyes and maws.

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Afterparty

It was so close that you snap yourself out of it a little, and steel yourself against your still-growing arousal. "can i see them again? please?" you say, immediately regretting it. you didn't want to beg, but that sounded like begging.

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Legend of the Orcbush

\>fuck orc your hips seem to move by themselves (or at least, that's a useful thing to tell yourself if you ever plan on returning to a human church).

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