Any Day Now

They'll be here any day now... any day now..."

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(Closed) Writing Commission is Open!

As per usual, here's a brief information on my commission form: - what i'll write (any story povs (first, second, third, etc), any tenses (past and present), foot fetish, transformation (gender tf especially), futanari (personal favorite), cum everywhere,

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Not So Retired Any More VI

#6 of not so retired any more comments welcome, sorry for the shorter chapter.

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Not So Retired Any More XXI

Images she had gotten so good at pretending not to notice that they didn't even register any more, but still kept re-setting her orgasm reflex.

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Any Port, Chapter 1: Disorientation.

#1 of any port any port is a sequel to two of my previous works, can't escape and nor gloom of night. familiarity with them is critial to full enjoyment of this piece. * * * any port, part 1: disorientation. * * * "try it again."

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Kioga 9: Any Storm in Our Ports

Kioga couldn't hold it in any longer, and a rushing, roiling wave of diarrhea sloshed into his bowels, hit the hollow cock, and sprayed out of him in a wet, vengeful mist.

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Not So Retired Any More VII

#7 of not so retired any more this chapter is...well, you'll see! note: violence ahead. if you decide to keep reading, don't blame me for your anguish.

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Not So Retired Any More XVIII

#18 of not so retired any more chapter xviii - sailing into the storm _great. hot chopper landing under sniper fire. in the fucking rain._ arlen held a paw over his eyes, trying to see through the sudden downpour.

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Not So Retired Any More XXII

"we got any description on the principal target? i assume this is a kill mission, not a capture and interrogate."

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Not So Retired Any More IX

any one of them could hold the mercenaries she was certain would be after her.

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By Any Means 2

As lightning flashes and thunder roars in the old estate, Mysma stares down at the groveling creature sitting beneath her, her shoulders rolling. She finally straddles him, standing in front of his face. Wrenching him by the hair, she pulls him in...

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Not So Retired Any More V

#5 of not so retired any more okay, partial chapter for today - things got busy, sorry. no porn in this one, but be warned of incoming violence. also sweltering, crappy brazilian summer weather. critique is very welcome.

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