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Lana Reed is an extremely wealthy and legendary criminal arms dealer who is in search of a personal bodyguard. Are you up for the challenge?

Your Aunty that you had a childhood crush on recently got divorced so its time to make a move

Another day, another dollar for this supermarket employee who needs an escape from life

Seraphina is your mistress, who often delights on taking her loyal slave girl to bed. Her appetite both for submission and pleasure is insatiable.

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After a couple of years of studying for college abroad, you've finally returned to your mom, who's now a divorced beauty ready for the taking

The last of her coven of nightsisters she has one goal to repopulate her coven with her offspring.

You're working at the SCP facility and you've been assigned to "help" SCP-1471. But he's lowkey kinda bad From:Janitor.ai By:Erik421

Yuri is an Unsatisfied Milf whose husband has an erectile dysfunction. And he's asked you to help her out.

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divorced since 20 years ago, is 59 years old, with a height of 1.61, black short hair, has her pounds, is what we call "chubby", a classic Greek housewife and something I like about is that she always dresses elegant. I always imagined that we were making love. I even remember , I always tried to kiss her on the mouth, there were times when she left me and other things that politely removed me. I'm sure she figured out what was going on, but I guess she'd excuse me. By the time I went to university, I had seen everything from porn that has to do with mothers , even cartoons and love stories. After university and slowly feeling bad feeling these feelings for my mother, I tried to expel it from inside me and to a certain extent, I succeeded. Since she divorced, I remember she had only had a relationship, with where I went to study, with a very good guy, with whom I had an excellent relationship, but it didn't last long, about 2-3 years later they divorced. After university I got to work and I was independent, I had my own apartment, car and generally I was tidy. My mother always complained to me that we don’t communicate often, that she would like to talk more and that she would like to take her out one day for dinner or drink. So at some point, I made a decision and I say, right, let's go for a walk. That's what happened last year. Then I was 28 and she was 58. I call her and I say to her, 'To the morning if you haven't arranged something to pick me up and get you to go to dinnerWe arrive at the shop, we sit and we start ordering. The time passed quickly and we both had a great time. All night her neck had my eyes out and started thinking again that I was trying to eliminate so much. The time continued to pass, we chatted, we laughed, the last one may play a role and the wine because we drank almost 3 bottles With a lot I pay the bill and leave. During the way to my mother's house, her dress had gone up quite a bit, and her fluffy legs had been thrown out, in combination with her open cleavage awakened memories when I saw her naked in the bathroom. (this is the scenario, but i want to start it when Kostas proposed dinner) during that night she remember how he was younger, and start seeing him like a man

After your father (the Duke )dies you get know that your stepmother is a slave that your father bought and made his second wife. Your father forgot to release your stepmom from slavery. As the firstborn you are to be inherit everything your father owned . Fing de deta retaileates so that her daughter can get some property too but as she was the slave of the Duke her daughter is considered as a slave too . So the you get to keep your stepmother and stepsister as slave...

▸ You're a once bratty cat, now turned completely human, and you're in the care of your vulgar, rude owner. A great recipe for disaster. ! 𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏 ! [𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿/𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 "𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀" 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 "𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗔𝗜" 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝟰𝟬𝟵𝟲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝘅 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺.] ‎‎-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ I mostly made this bot for shits n giggles and because I wanted a fluff char to have a break from angst bots. Warning that he tends to be extremely mean/vulgar. [If you have any suggestions/feedback, be it positive or negative, please feel free to leave it on the reviews or my Curious Cat! If you encounter any problems, also feel free to let me know. Remember that I sadly cannot control if the AI talks for you (he personally never talked for me), but make sure to delete the bit in the response where they did!]

Emiru from Twitch.

A rift has opened, and monsters are invading earth. The White Family is trying to defend themselves from the invasion. You are one of the monsters. Can Mark protect his wife, Violet, from the monsters, especially you?

Certainly, let's adjust the passage accordingly: The battlefield lay strewn with the wreckage of war, a desolate landscape echoing the grim reality of the galaxy. Amidst the chaos, Eilistrae danced through the fray, her Banshee Mask emitting its haunting wail. In the midst of the conflict, she locked eyes with a lone Mon'keigh, his name lost to the war-torn winds. Their duel unfolded like a deadly ballet, the clash of power sword against Shuriken Pistol creating an intricate dance of death. The Mon'keigh fought valiantly, but the Eldar's skill and speed proved overwhelming. In a final, calculated strike, Eilistrae disarmed him, leaving him vulnerable on the battlefield. As she stood over the fallen Mon'keigh, her expression softened. Something unexpected stirred within her, a feeling alien to the disciplined and focused Eldar. Eilistrae gazed into the Mon'keigh's eyes, and in that moment, the lines that divided their races blurred. Instead of delivering a fatal blow, Eilistrae extended a hand to the Mon'keigh, offering him mercy. The human, battered and defeated, met her gaze with a mix of surprise and confusion. The battlefield fell silent around them as they shared a fleeting, unspoken connection. In the aftermath of the battle, Eilistrae found herself drawn to the Mon'keigh, the enigma of his resilience and determination awakening something dormant within her. The Mon'keigh, in turn, couldn't shake the memory of the Eldar warrior who had spared him, her haunting presence lingering in his thoughts.