Shared Glory
Another story about anonymous partners and holes in walls, though this time, from the other perspective. two other perspectives, actually! jenny and travis used to date, once upon a time.
Praxeum Jewel of Mercy
It had been terrible. So terrible. In only a few weeks, she'd lost everyone. Her mother. Her father. Her unborn baby sister. They were all gone. Jewel was alone. Even most of the kids in her school disappeared almost instantly. The infection spread...
Earning Some Glory
Her anonymous partner panted, clearly enjoying the attention she was giving him. every few licks he would let out an eager, appreciative groan, cock drooling slick precum onto her lips.
The Morning After
She takes a glance back at her currently-anonymous partner. the bump under the sheets is motionless, save for the slow, occasional rise and fall of his deep breathing.
Extra Glory
A shuffling follows, likely his anonymous partner getting closer. on the other end of the hole, dekko wrapped his palm against his cock, only partially distended from his sheath.
The Toy Niche
He'd spent years frequenting gay clubs, hooking up with anonymous partners, and had more sex than anyone in their early twenties had any right to have, but he'd always failed to find the elusive spark he was after.
Orca Heat
He paid it no attention, he didn't care all he cared about was blowing another load inside his anonymous partner. then he felt someone pressing their cock to his used entrance. he paused, but only long enough to let whoever was behind him get in.
Reversing the Roles
It wasn't even quite a dance, more just sways and gyrations, hips and hands moving in time with the music, occasionally drifting in time with his anonymous partners, lost in the scent of the crowd, writhing in the mass of textures.
A Streaking Pledge (Anonymous Commission)
"what about anonymous partners? you into that? i like glory holes, myself." the hyena grinned as he watched kon squirm. "the thought that anyone could be on the other side of the wall, even someone i might know, makes it way hot to me."
Breathless
He could imagine her plaintive little whimper, his big lupine ears catching every little hint of timid whimpering in her voice, and every bit of latent desire that she'd have for her anonymous partner. the mental imagery did the trick.
Date Night's Been Stalled
It was music to the warthog's ears, he smirked and let out various heavy tones and oinks and gripped the top of the stall tightly, pushing his hips forward as far as the metal wall would allow, deeper into the accepting anus of his anonymous partner.
Love at the Orgy
With a lusty moan, she thrust herself back against the source of those tingling sensations, and felt her anonymous partner's mouth almost entirely engulf her folds.