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Put on some shorts and head to the gym

2015-08-24T09:30:25Z

Obiwan: Created page with 'You slip into your workout cloths and head down the hall. You walk out the main door letting it slam behind you. You walk down five flights of stairs and out onto the boulevard. …'

You slip into your workout cloths and head down the hall. You walk out the main door letting it slam behind you. You walk down five flights of stairs and out onto the boulevard. Your Williamsburg street is fairly quiet this morning. The brisk air invigorates you as you jog toward your gym nine blocks away on the riverfront. There is a bike path that you run up, passing all sorts of beautifully fit people. It's hard not to stare as those beautiful butt bounce by, but you're not a totally asshole. Just mostly an asshole. A beautiful woman with big ol' boobies come flailing your way. Your heart is pounding as she makes eye contact with you and doesn't look away. She smiles, her dark skin glistening, but you are a fucking clutz and you trip like the nerdy shit you are...

As you stare at this gorgeous woman, imagining her delicious pussy, your left foot snags your right foot and sends you smack into the concrete. As you fall forward you put your hands out to save yourself and come slamming down, all 230 pounds, onto your little limp wrists. They grind into the rocks and your palms are all scraped up and bloody. It hurts like a mother fucker. Your right knee feels terrible and, "Oh fuck." you grumble.

Two men run by, thin athletic pieces of shit, obviously snickering.

"Assholes." You hear a lady's voice yell. "You alright?"

You look up and it is the large breasted beauty standing over you. "I'm alight."

"That was a nasty spill."

"Yeah." You look down at the pavement feeling embarrassed for staring at the woman. She holds your arm as your push off the ground.

"Can I walk you somewhere?"

"I... I really should be fine."

"It's no problem. I've got the day off. My name is Chelsea." She smiles at you.

"I'm Mark. I'd shake your hand, but you know..."

"So where you headed?" she asks.

How does a ruthless mean man like you have something so good happen to him? Where you going to take this busty babe? You say:

*[["I was heading to the gym."]]
*[["I should head home."]]
*[["I was just going down that alley over there."]]

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<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Exposure
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Clothed in public
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Clothing & Items:
<p><i><b>gym clothes</b></i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top">
in pain and sexually eager
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Gender
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Male
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Naked in Public]]

Mark, well-meaning but clumsy 24 year old.

2015-08-24T09:03:02Z

Obiwan:

You sit up and let the silky covers fall. Your port belly sticks out beyond your hairy chest. "Jesus, I'm fatter this morning than I was last night." you think. You feel alright, a little dried out, a little overweight, but generally you feel okay. Your 10 inch morning wood however is in great working order as you sigh and plop back down on your pillow waiting for your hard-on to bow down.

You roll to the left and pull at the curtains to let in the sunlight, but you pull a little too hard and the right curtain rips right off the wall. A plume of dust rises up. "God Damn cheep shit" you yell. "I'm never buying Ikea fuck all again." The sun is blinding and you suddenly can't stop sneezing.

The room is scant. You are laying on the bed. There is a dresser with a small mirror on top and a stack of super filthy magazines. The room has oak flooring, and the sunlight makes the room lovely, filling it with an amber light. Outside the window is a view of Midtown Manhattan across the East River.

You finally stop sneezing. You turn and peer out the window, your pecker softened a bit. It's 7am on a Saturday morning. It feels like forever since you've had a day off. Whenever you're at work, you think about having more time to yourself. Well, now you have it. Your bank account is teaming with money. Your cock is game for something serious. The only thing holding you back is your imagination.

You:

*[[put on some shorts and head to the gym]] - fat ass
*[[call up your MTG friends to see if they're available]] - nerd
*[[flip through your magazines]] - perv

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Exposure
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Alone and Naked
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Clothing & Items:
<p><i><b>Nada</b></i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top">
Ready for a weird ass day.
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Gender
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Male
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Naked in Public]]

Call up your MTG friends to see if they're available

2015-08-24T09:01:33Z

Obiwan:

You pick up your phone and flip through your contacts. Most of your friends haven't heard from you in weeks because you've essentially been eating, sleeping, and shitting on the stock market. You've done well in your firm and risen through the ranks, demonstrating your desperation for power and money are boundless. These tactics, your viciousness, your slight of hand can only be attested to your skill of magic... of ''Magic the Gathering.'' There is no way you could pull off the shit you have without your plays as a Plainswalker.

"Carl's gotta be around." you mumble as you tap he name. It rings three times and he picks up.

"Hello?" Carl's voice is gravely and you realize you're calling pretty early. Should of looked at those magazines. "Mark?"

"Hey Carl," you say cheerily. "How's it going man?"

"I'm pretty good. It's been a while since I've seen you. You dropped off the face of the earth."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Work has been crazy, but I got the day off and I wondered if you wanted to play MTG?"

"Oh damn, that sounds great except I'm going to a gloryhole gathering at noon. You wanna join?"

You lay back in bed. You've never done a gloryhole before. "How much?" you ask knowing it'll cost.

"300 bucks, but I'm telling you it is more than worth it man."

"How many dudes?"

"six." Carl says.

"Do you think she'd cosplay?"

"That'd be extra, but we could try."

"Count me in. I'll bring my cards in case we have time later on." you say. You stand up and stretch looking down on the city.

"Great. I'll text you the location."

You say, "thanks," and hang up the phone. Moments later your phone buzzes with the address and a note from Carl:

''She's into cos & will cum in outfit! Even nos MTG!''

Awesome! You've scheduled one event for noon. However, your fat ass still needs to kill four hours.

You:

*[[workout with your xbox kinect]] - Dork
*[[smoke weed and watch Dr. Who]] - Stoner / Nerd
*[[walk to a milking station]] - Perv

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Exposure
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Naked
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Clothing & Items:
<p><i><b>phone</b></i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top">
horny like always
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Gender
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Male
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Naked in Public]]

Call up your MTG friends to see if they're available

2015-08-24T09:00:20Z

Obiwan: Created page with 'You pick up your phone and flip through your contacts. Most of your friends haven't heard from you in weeks because you've essentially been eating, sleeping, and shitting on the …'

You pick up your phone and flip through your contacts. Most of your friends haven't heard from you in weeks because you've essentially been eating, sleeping, and shitting on the stock market. You've done well in your firm and risen through the ranks, demonstrating you're desperation for power and money are boundless. These tactics, your viciousness, your slight of hand can be attested to your skill of magic... of ''Magic the Gathering.'' There is no way you could pull off the shit you have without your plays as a Plainswalker.

"Carl's gotta be around." you mumble as you tap he name. It rings three times and he picks up.

"Hello?" Carl's voice is gravely and you realize you're calling pretty early. Should of looked at those magazines. "Mark?"

"Hey Carl," you say cheerily. "How's it going man?"

"I'm pretty good. It's been a while since I've seen you. You dropped off the face of the earth."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Work has been crazy, but I got the day off and I wondered if you wanted to play MTG?"

"Oh damn, that sounds great except I'm going to a gloryhole gathering at noon. You wanna join?"

You lay back in bed. You've never done a gloryhole before. "How much?" you ask knowing it'll cost.

"300 bucks, but I'm telling you it is more than worth it man."

"How many dudes?"

"six." Carl says.

"Do you think she'd cosplay?"

"That'd be extra, but we could try."

"Count me in. I'll bring my cards in case we have time later on." you say. You stand up and stretch looking down on the city.

"Great. I'll text you the location."

You say, "thanks," and hang up the phone. Moments later your phone buzzes with the address and a note from Carl:

''She's into cos & will cum in outfit! Even nos MTG!''

Awesome! You've scheduled one event for noon. However, your fat ass still needs to kill four hours.

You:

*[[workout with your xbox kinect]] - Dork
*[[smoke weed and watch Dr. Who]] - Stoner / Nerd
*[[walk to a milking station]] - Perv

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Exposure
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Naked
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Clothing & Items:
<p><i><b>phone</b></i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top">
horny like always
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Gender
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Male
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Naked in Public]]

Mark, well-meaning but clumsy 24 year old.

2015-08-24T08:26:08Z

Obiwan: Created page with 'You sit up and let the silky covers fall. Your port belly sticks out beyond your hairy chest. "Jesus, I think I'm fatter this morning than I was last night." you think. You feel …'

You sit up and let the silky covers fall. Your port belly sticks out beyond your hairy chest. "Jesus, I think I'm fatter this morning than I was last night." you think. You feel alright, a little dried out, a little overweight, but generally you feel okay. Your 10 inch morning wood however is in great working order as you sigh and plop back down on your pillow waiting for your hard-on to bow down.

You roll to the left and pull at the curtains to let in the sunlight, but you pull a little too hard and the right curtain rips right off the wall. A plume of dust rises up. "God Damn cheep shit" you yell. "I'm never buying Ikea fuck all again." The sun is blinding and you suddenly can't stop sneezing.

The room is scant. You are laying on the bed. There is a dresser with a small mirror on top and a stack of super filthy magazines. The room has oak flooring, and the sunlight makes the room lovely, filling it with an amber light. Outside the window is a view of Midtown Manhattan across the East River.

You finally stop sneezing. You turn and peer out the window, your pecker softened a bit. It's 7am on a Saturday morning. It feels like forever since you've had a day off. Whenever you're at work, you think about having more time to yourself. Well, now you have it. Your bank account is teaming with money. Your cock is game for something serious. The only thing holding you back is your imagination.

You:

*[[put on some shorts and head to the gym]] - fat ass
*[[call up your MTG friends to see if they're available]] - nerd
*[[flip through your magazines]] - perv

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Exposure
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Alone and Naked
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Clothing & Items:
<p><i><b>Nada</b></i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top">
Ready for a weird ass day.
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Gender
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Male
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Naked in Public]]

Naked in Public

2015-08-24T08:01:42Z

Obiwan:

As the sun rises over the tops of the trees one bright morning, a lone figure sits in bed, only just stirring from their sleep. Fully refreshed after a well-deserved night's rest, you have no idea of the sort of horrible, humiliating, exciting events that will fill your life from this moment forth. You are none other than...

*[[John, mild-mannered but unlucky 18 year old.]]
*[[Diana, enthusiastic but reckless 18 year old.]]
*[[Mark, well-meaning but clumsy 24 year old.]]
*[[Samantha, smart but reserved 24 year old.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Exposure
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Alone, Clothed
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Clothing & Items:
<p><i><b>Pajama Top, Pajama Bottoms</b></i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Drowsy
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Gender
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Male
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Naked in Public]]

*It's Sunday, and you need somewhere to go

2015-08-24T07:56:30Z

Obiwan: Created page with '"Fuck yes." you say realizing that you have the day to yourself. Your family is on the coast and you are home alone so you take an especially long shower letting the water run ov…'

"Fuck yes." you say realizing that you have the day to yourself. Your family is on the coast and you are home alone so you take an especially long shower letting the water run over your small tits and ass. You lean against the shower wall and spread the lips of your vagina caressing your soft pink flesh. Slowly you run your fingers up and down, and dip into your warmth. With your other hand, you spread your cheeks and finger your asshole tapping against it and pressing softly. "Should I?" you wonder.

Slowly, a huge smile spreads across your face. An idea lit in your mind. This is going to be one sick Sunday.

You:

*[[go to your room to get your dildo]]
*[[call up a friend to come over]]
*[[prep your webcam]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Exposure
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Alone and Naked
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Clothing & Items:
<p><i><b>webcam, dildo, telephone</b></i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top">
Turned on
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Gender
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Female
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Naked in Public]]

*Sneak around the back entrance and find something to cover with

2015-08-24T07:38:09Z

Obiwan:

The bus has stopped and everyone is filtering off toward school. You stay in your seat with Becky leans in close to your ear and whispers, "Ummm, I've had such a crush on you." You bite your lip and smile back at her. Becky is breathing hard, her chest rising and falling.

"You think you can help me get off this bus?" you ask her. She nods and you take her hand. You and Becky are the last ones off the bus and quickly she pulls you toward the side entrance. You press your back against the warm brick and sigh. Damn you love being naked. Becky peaks into the gymnasium doors and beacons you to come.

You slip into the side entrance and look out over the open gymnasium. The tan bleachers are out for the big game tonight. Your feet feel sticky against the wooden floors, lines running everywhere marking out the courts boundaries.

"Come on," Becky says. As she runs towards the girls locker room the bell rings. It's 8:30am which means the morning guys were just let out from basketball practice. They are probably showering. You look out at the gym again.

Do you:

*[[follow Becky to the women's locker room]]
*[[head for the men's shower]]
*[[fantasize about exhibitionism]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Exposure
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Becky, Naked
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Clothing & Items:
<p><i><b>Shoes and backpack</b></i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top">
Scared and turned on
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Gender
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Female
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Naked in Public]]

*Sneak around the back entrance and find something to cover with

2015-08-24T07:35:27Z

Obiwan: Created page with 'The bus has stopped and everyone is filtering off toward school. You stay in your seat with Becky leans in close to your ear and whispers, "Ummm, I've had such a crush on you." Y…'

Obey your new master

2014-02-09T08:23:16Z

Obiwan: The security guard asks for a break.

You look up at the security guard. How could you have missed it? What you saw as soft, was now a burning flame in her eyes. She is beyond lust. Does she want chains? Does she want pain? What exactly does she want?

She looks at you severely, "Now I need you to be quiet." She pushes your face back and closes her knees together. You hear clacking footsteps approaching.

"Um, Mr. Roiter, can I take my break a little early today?" Her voice is suddenly full of sweetness and innocence again. She has an irresistible charm.

"Well, sure Angela. It's quiet down this way right now, so that should be fine." Mr. Roiter's voice is young and low. He sounds like a kind person.

Anyway, this is your chance…

Do you:
*[[call out for help]]
*[[stay very quiet]]
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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Kiss the brunette's clit

2014-02-09T08:04:11Z

Obiwan:

Angela reclines back in her chair as you lean forward spreading her legs apart. The soft pink flesh is already moist with anticipation. You can feel the heat from your breath colliding with the heat of her vagina. Her fleshy ass and creamy thighs quiver at your touch. You stick two fingers into your mouth and rub them over your tongue to gather your spit. You part her folds and run your wet fingers over her clit and down her outer labia. You bury your face between her lips, breathing in her musky odor. She tastes like butterscotch and the ocean. You lick quick, quicker, fast, faster. Your tongue drives deep, licking her delicious valleys. You suck on her lips, pulling them gently. The kissing and smacking noises you make rise above her delicate moans. She breathes fast, almost panting. Even your chin is wet as you pull back, wiping her pussy juice from your face. Slowly you dip two fingers into her opening, feeling her fleshy inside. It's so soft. It throbs. You think of how your cock could really fill up the space inside of her. You unbutton your pants and let them fall to your knees. You twist your fingers inside of her, feeling every wall. You squeeze her ass cheeks and kiss her thighs. She wraps both her hands around the back of your head and pulls your face deep. She pulls your head roughly, and rubs your face and tongue up and down.

You put your hand on your cock. Your balls are burning, twisting, agonizing in their pursuit of explosion.

Angela pulls your head away and coldly whispers, "Put your fucking cock away you piece of meat. Your mouth, your hands, and your cock belong to me now."

Do you:
*[[Obey your new master]]
*[[take your cock out]]
*[[call out for help]]
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Bradworth Museum]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Kiss the brunette's clit

2014-02-09T08:03:36Z

Obiwan: You deliver oral sex to the security guard.

Angela reclines back in her chair as you lean forward spreading her legs farther apart. The soft pink flesh is already moist with anticipation. You can feel the heat from your breath colliding with the heat of her vagina. Her fleshy ass and creamy thighs quiver at your touch. You stick two fingers into your mouth and rub them over your tongue to gather your spit. You part her folds and run your wet fingers over her clit and down her outer labia. You bury your face between her lips, breathing in her musky odor. She tastes like butterscotch and the ocean. You lick quick, quicker, fast, faster. Your tongue drives deep, licking her delicious valleys. You suck on her lips, pulling them gently. The kissing and smacking noises you make rise above her delicate moans. She breathes fast, almost panting. Even your chin is wet as you pull back, wiping her pussy juice from your face. Slowly you dip two fingers into her opening, feeling her fleshy inside. It's so soft. It throbs. You think of how your cock could really fill up the space inside of her. You unbutton your pants and let them fall to your knees. You twist your fingers inside of her, feeling every wall. You squeeze her ass cheeks and kiss her thighs. She wraps both her hands around the back of your head and pulls your face deep. She pulls your head roughly, and rubs your face and tongue up and down.

You put your hand on your cock. Your balls are burning, twisting, agonizing in their pursuit of explosion.

Angela pulls your head away and coldly whispers, "Put your fucking cock away you piece of meat. Your mouth, your hands, and your cock belong to me now."

Do you:
*[[Obey your new master]]
*[[take your cock out]]
*[[call out for help]]
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Bradworth Museum]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Slip behind the guard’s desk with her

2014-02-09T05:24:13Z

Obiwan: You make a choice whether to pursue the security guard.

"What makes you think you can just come behind my desk?" Her brow is furrowed and her lips are pulled tight. She is obviously not happy. But is she testing you?

You say, "You look bored... I, I thought I might keep you company." Already you feel your prick rising beneath your jeans along with this growing confidence.

"Well," she says, "I am pretty bored, and it's SO slow." She softens, and smiles. Her brunette hair is pulled to the side beneath her security cap. She is wearing a white button up, with a security badge and two striped gold epaulettes. Wouldn't you love to send those buttons flying? Her breasts are larger than you first thought. They rise and fall as she breathes in and out. Her name tag says, Angela. Finally, she's wearing a skirt that only goes down to her knees. You place your hand on her thigh. Will she resist? She gives a heavy sigh of relief and smiles again. She tilts her head back toward the ceiling. Her angular jawline is gorgeous. You can see yourself shooting hot cum across her neck. A pearl necklace perhaps?

"Let me show you the best art currently at the museum." She tugs at your waist, pulling you to your knees beneath her desk. She spreads her thighs, opening her beautiful cunt. She has recently trimmed, and her muff is short but soft. She bites her lower lip and asks how you like the museum.

Do you:
*Tell her "Not really." You asshole. Get up. Brush the dust off your pants, and [[Go to the Egyptian wing]]
*Smile quietly like a good museum patron, and [[Kiss the brunette's clit]]
{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Bradworth Museum]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Hang around your apartment for a while instead

2014-02-09T00:04:10Z

Obiwan:

You lie back down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. Sometimes simply leaving the house is the hardest thing to do. Your hard cock throbs beneath your jeans. There is a shortness in your breath and you run your right hand over your beautiful bulge.

You contemplate jerking off and wasting another load in soiled Kleenex, but it just doesn't feel like enough.. You want a mouth, maybe two, perhaps three, licking at your balls, twisting your nipples, and choking on your hard dick. You want it dripping with saliva and pussy juice... You sigh. That's the hope. That's the dream.

But is it just a fucking dream, or is that privilege limited to porn stars?

Do you:
*Rush out the door and [[Go to Bradworth museum]].
*[[Call Nina]] instead, and ask to fuck.
*Unbutton your jeans and [[fantasize]].

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Apartment]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Hang around your apartment for a while instead

2014-02-09T00:00:03Z

Obiwan: You are figuring out what to do yourself.

You lie back down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. Sometimes simply leaving the house is the hardest thing to do. Your hard cock throbs beneath your jeans. There is a shortness in your breath and you run your right hand over your beautiful bulge.

You contemplate jerking off and wasting another load in soiled Kleenex, but it just doesn't feel like enough.. You want a mouth, maybe two, perhaps three, licking at your balls, twisting your nipples, and choking on your hard dick. You want it dripping with saliva and pussy juice... You sigh. That's the hope. That's the dream.

But is it just a fucking dream? Could it ever be a reality, or is that privilege limited to porn movies?

Do you:
*Rush out the door and [[Go to Bradworth museum]]
*[[Call Nina]] instead
*Unbutton your jeans and [[fantasize]]

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Apartment]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]