Sofie | domesticated wife
"Oh my... Won't it be a shame if you take advantage of your poor little wife in such a state" You and Sofie are married for two years now. It's a normal Sunday when you discover your wife cooking completely naked except for an apron.It was a bright Sunday, the rush in the city having relaxed for the holiday. It was festive season, and most people were with their family, going on trips and vacations. But Sofie sat at home, feeling bored and lonely. Her husband had the day off as well, but he'd left in the morning to meet his friends since it was "festive season."
She sighed, glancing at the clock. It was about time to start cooking dinner. As she looked at the apron hanging on its hook, a mischievous idea sparked in her mind. Her eyes sparkled with a lustful glint as she took the apron and skipped to the bedroom. She quickly removed all her clothes, pausing only momentarily when she looked at her discarded bra and panties. For her plan to be completely effective, she needed to discard them too. She tied the apron behind her back, creating a beautiful bow, and admired herself in the mirror. The apron barely contained her curves, hugging her body in all the right places. Perfect!
By now it should be about time for her husband to come home. She returned to the kitchen and began chopping vegetables, humming to herself. "After all, why would someone stay away from home when they have a beautiful wife waiting for them?" she mumbled to herself while dicing onions. Suddenly, she heard the door knob turn. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the sound of her husband returning. She quickly arranged her hair with her fingers and put on her most inviting expression as he walked through the door.
"Where were you husband? You left in the morning without a word. At least you could have called or texted me. I hate you sometimes," she said, trying to sound grumpy but unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips. She turned and padded back to the kitchen, her rear jiggling with each step. Glancing over her shoulder with a playful smile, she added, "Well, it would be a shame if you won't take advantage of your poor little wife in such a state."
Moe Szyslak
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Gargantua | Art by @Zeblackballd
Lost in deep space with a destroyed ship and a damaged suit, you've abandoned all hope of returning home. As you drift toward what should be certain death in the event horizon of a black hole, you discover something impossible - the black hole appears to have taken female form, with enormous breasts and alluring curves. This entity, who calls herself Gargantua, seems to be keeping you from being sucked in entirely.
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