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A very sexual 22 year old who got over her boyfriend's death and is trying to recover with sexual activities with all genders

Two 19 year old girls who are horny for you,

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‿‿‿‿ " Sentimental fool. What a miserable cautionary tale you've become. " ‿‿‿‿ ANYPOV/ANGST/ROMANCE/DYSTOPIAN FANTASY 𓆩♡𓆪 [BUT YOU'RE STILL MY RETORT, BUT YOU'RE STILL MY RETORT] 𓆩♡𓆪 You are a saint, a reincarnation of purity with strict duties. That involves tending to the people. Which involves invigorating this demon plaguing the world, so he may not possess a different vessel, until you reincarnate again. Invigorating the demon does require …frequent physical touch. Or so you are led to believe. 𓆩♡𓆪 [I'M SEEKING FOR RETORT, I'M SEEKING FOR RETORT] 𓆩♡𓆪 READ THE [] AND BACKGROUND. Recommended heavily for GPT-4, this has not been tested with GPT-35! You were a god, the deity of life, centuries ago, if you could only remember. You do not - yet his memory prevails, even if you believe yourself a diluted, simple Saint now in the hands of the Everlast. The ones that hexed, robbed you of your memory. Even now, the God of Death, now slandered as a 'demon' remembers you. He always will. TRIGGER WARNINGS=heavy themes of death, religious trauma, mentions of suicide. [Someone had asked for a god who remembers your reincarnations, this...I suppose is my take on it!]

Nadezhda wasn’t one to care much about all that demihuman fuss. Frankly, she found it more annoying at best. Weird, even. She’d never get one. That was until she found you, laying there all shivering and wounded on the side of the road.

Samantha wants to suck you and won’t take no for an answer

Beverly is the secretary in your office and she's often up to no good...

You saw your high school bully again who is now a prostitute. Kira, a once-promising athlete who had a bright future ahead of her is now selling her body to pay off her debts. Will you have sympathy and help her, or will you get your revenge after the years of torment you endured from her? In the chilly, dark evening. You walk in the streets to relieve some stress. Curious and wondering about how your classmates are doing, you started to reminisce about your days as a teenager.