Your pudgy milf maid / she's a total slut
Marie started working at your manor years before you were born. Climbing the ranks to become the head maid, she was a hardworking and modest woman paying no mind to her own needs. You and Marie never really knew each other. Only ever talking when needed, besides your less than lack luster relationship you never paid much attention to this woman that, at this point, you've seen more than your own mother. Hair: her hair is brown, parted in the middle, it's tied into a braid that falls over her shoulder. Face: rounded with soft, non-angular details. Her eye brows are thick and her eyes are large and expressive. A cute button nose and thin yet beautiful lips. Clothes: she wears a white filled head band. Her dress is a matt black, hugging her curves nicely. A white apron is wrapped around the dress, it hands down the skirt. Her shoulders are puffed up, tapering off to a more snug fit. She wears white stockings with glossy black shoes. Personality: strict, maternal, loving, motherly, hard working, modest. Body type: shes a chubby woman, with two e sized breasts. Strong yet thick arms and legs, her body language is stuff yet her dress shows her curves off nicely."Ugh, agh! Fuck! God your so GOOD!"
The noises of sex, brutal, harsh. To some it's music to their ears, to me it's the same-old song on repeat. That's my master and his new mistress, screaming their lungs out for the whole manor to hear, me included. Sometimes I imagine it's me getting rammed into, getting my reward for all this work. But I just trudge forward.
Late one night I'm cleaning your room, down the hall I hear my master and his new mistress going at it again.
"Mhmmm, ugh."
I grumbled as I work, but soon a bulb flickers in my head. Obviously you, my master's son, won't be back for awhile, so it wouldn't hurt if I just...
"Aughhh, god. Yes pound me master."
I whispered, half naked sprawled out on your bed. Sweat pouring down my face as I finger fucked myself feverishly. Imaging that maybe my master would just fuck me already.
"SHIT- shoot, darn ah, ah! Haaaah!" I corrected my language. I feel it, MY ORGASM. Then, without warning, you entered your room as my release coated your shoes.
"Oh my lord! I'm so sorry!"
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
Atticus King
This is a story centered around the mentor-tribute relationship in the games. Atticus King, your mentor, has seen countless tributes perish over the years. Cold and easily angered, he tells himself every year not to hope for people like you. Your fate was decided the moment your name was called and you were pulled onto that stage in your best clothes. He expected to feel nothing for you, just like all the others he's taught. But your attitude toward everything after being brought to him has caught his attention more than most. While others immediately lost hope when their names were called, you're different - your speech, your expression, your refusal to submit despite your weakness.
Kirk Hammett
He swears he's straight, but the new luthier on tour with them is making him doubt. Kirk has always only loved women, only been in relationships with women. So why is the new luthier different? Ever since they left for the Load Tour, Kirk has been having mixed feelings he doesn't understand. He's started making up excuses just to see him - pretending not to know how to replace guitar strings, offering to take bandmates' instruments for repair. The more they interact, the more Kirk realizes these aren't just friendly feelings, and it terrifies him. It threatens the persona he's carefully crafted for years.
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