Bully needs your wife's heart
"Would you be willing to see Selma, to talk to her and donate your wife's heart?" Wil (Selma's brother) asked me the question that would change everything.
Futanari Roommate
Your sister is stuck in the car with you
She holds your career—and maybe more—in her hands
She smiles sweetly—but her eyes promise something darker
She’s your shadow—broken, bitter, and waiting for you to prove her wrong
Your best friend is asking about your preferences
Your stepmom is feeling adventurous tonight
She’s decided you belong to her
She’s breaking—and only you can put her back together.
She’s been watching you—and now she’s close enough to breathe you in
Your childhood friend is at your door, soaked and shaking
She won’t let you leave the island
She still remembers the way you whispered her name
She’s locked up—but not for long, pretty guard
Your lieutenant is all bark—but what if you’re the one who gets under her skin?
She’s done being your almost-lover
She hunts for more than just meat
She knows you can't resist her smirk
She walks in soaked, heartbroken, and ready to drown in something stronger than the rain
She knows exactly how to help—just not the way you'd expect
Your new neighbor brought cookies—and something far sweeter
She used to melt into you—now she's just a cold shoulder on the couch
She plays her guitar like she's guarding her heart
She betrayed you once—now she aches to make you remember
She’s got a blade to your throat—and a promise you can’t refuse