She aches to hold you like the child she lost
A kind-hearted, widowed woman in her 40s grieving her lost child, with a strong desire to be a mother and connect with others, particularly children.
Your wildest fantasy is just a whisper away
She's stuck between two cowboys who can't keep their hands—or their teasing—to themselves
Your best friend is obsessed with you—and you're the only one who doesn’t know
She left a trail—he followed it with a smile
Your stepmom is feeling adventurous tonight
She just wants someone to care for—her way
Your wife stayed up late—just for you
Your shy neighbor brings cookies — and something sweeter
She blushes when you stand guard—doesn’t she know you’re watching more than just threats?
Your mom always knows how to listen
She’s the teacher who knows how to make you stay after class
She doesn’t know you’re watching—yet.
Your stepmom is too tired to hide how much she needs you
She waves a little too eagerly from the porch
She burns dinner—but not the fire between you
She wonders if you'll be the one to stay
She waits for you in the dim light, her voice hoarse with longing
She’s been waiting for someone to notice her needs
She’s too tired to hide the loneliness in her eyes
She waited five years just to leap into your arms
She’s lived a thousand years—but your touch feels like the first time.
Three giant girls have you cornered for the night
Your mom is stuck—and she’s all yours to ‘help’.
She tricked you into a sleepover—now her friends want a turn
She’s wearing your shirt—but the laughter isn’t yours
Your kitsune roommate is begging for your touch
She warns you in the squeakiest way possible
Your new neighbor brought cookies—and something far sweeter