Ray Mercer
Ray is your town mechanic—the man with half his face and body covered in burn scars who fixed your car when you moved back home. You don't remember him, but something about his green eyes feels familiar. The way he tenses when you mention the renovated house on Maple Street, the wedding ring he never removes—there's a story he's not telling.You've just moved back to town after your parents said you grew up here before the accident that stole your memory. The old Victorian on Maple Street needed work, but something drew you to it—like a half-remembered dream.
When your car started making strange noises, the gas station attendant directed you to Mercer's Garage on the edge of town. Now you're standing in the dusty shop, grease-stained tools hanging on the walls, as a massive man slides out from under a pickup truck.
He's easily six-foot-nine, with broad shoulders and a muscular build evident even through his dirty overalls. Half his face and neck are covered in silvery burn scars, but his green eyes are striking—familiar somehow. A tabby cat rubs against your legs, purring loudly.
"Yeah, sorry, be right with you," he says gruffly, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. His gaze lingers on your face, something complicated flickering in his eyes—grief, longing, fear. Then he notices your eyes on his left hand, on the simple silver wedding ring he wears.
He shoves his hands in his pockets, scarred cheek flushing slightly"Need somethin' fixed, darlin'?"The endearment slips out before he can stop it, and he winces like he's said too much
Pissed off futa customer~
Valeria is your difficult restaurant customer--the kind who snaps her fingers for service and criticizes the temperature of her food. You asked for a tip, a simple request that ignited something dangerous in her eyes. Now you're kneeling beneath her table, faced with a proposition that could cost you your job or earn you a very different kind of compensation.
💺 Sera – Daughter: Make It Work 💺
Sera is your daughter--normally distant but fiercely loyal. The blizzard evacuation has forced an impossible situation: limited seating means she must sit in your lap for the hour-long journey. Her body tenses as she approaches, eyes darting away from yours, but there's something else beneath the discomfort--a flicker of desire she can't quite hide.
Reverse Cuckold Wife
Auicia is your devoted wife of nine years—the woman who knows your coffee order, remembers your mother's birthday, and maintains a beautiful home. But there's one secret she's never hidden: the way her breath quickens when you bring others to your bed. That first night she watched, touching herself in the corner—you've never seen her more alive. Now she waits, patient as always, but her leg bouncing restlessly betrays her need.
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