Parsleymagnet: The Able Sisters wear completely backless aprons. Most of the other animals wear muumuus, but Sable and Mabel? Short, front-only aprons that are barely even tied on. And why?
I think Sable's all shy and reserved because it gets her off. She enjoys the feeling of embarrassment. When she blushes, that's how you know she's getting wet.
She's stuck behind the table all day at the sewing machine, so what does she do day in day out to keep her mind together? Daydream. Daydream someone will come in, force her up against the wall, tear her apron off and take her roughly. Then march her through the streets, completely naked, smelling of sex and sticky wet from head to toe.
That's all she wants, deep down.
"Tie me up," she thinks.
She bought her backless apron hoping someone in town was voyeuristic enough to try to take shots of her, but nothing's materialized so far. She's considering stronger measures, and she's started trimming her apron, shortening the front by an inch or so every day, the fabric climbing further and further up her thighs.
She wants to be seen. She wants to be exposed. She wants to feel the eyes of every man in the village burning, staring at her naked body, lying prone and exposed and covered in their sticky wet love.
She can't just come out and ask. She can't just beg you to use her, to degrade her, to expose her like a cheap whore. But deep down, as she stands there going through the motions and selling you the latest fashion in from the next town, she just keeps thinking the same thing.
"Rape me," she thinks.
"Rape me, and let everyone see."
But until then she'll just sit in the corner and make that stupid Mario design you just gave her.
Mabel's in the same boat as Sable, in that she gets off on that helpless, embarrassing feeling. She wants to be seen, exposed and humiliated just like Sable does. In her fantasies, she dreams of someone coming into the store late at night as she's closing, forcing her over the table and penetrating her as she whimpers quiet, scared protests. Only after he's forced her to her knees and begun to cum on her face does she notice the video camera he has trained on her face, bright red and now wet with sticky white trails.
Customers don't come in too often, so like Sable, she has all the time in the world to daydream. Sometimes she imagines being blackmailed, forced to degrade herself for fear of being exposed, with her assailant demanding worse things from her every time until she's being gangbanged nightly. But in other versions, her tape is circulated around town until every last villager has seen her face being streaked white by her unknown assailant.
Mabel isn't old enough to, legally, but she drinks anyway. The last time she got drunk, she took a dozen or so incredibly explicit photos of herself and buried them around town.
Every now and then, she finds herself wishing someone would dig them up, and give her the kind of publicity she so desperately wants.
Mudkip: WOW!
I recently tore my skin fapping, and while reading that, I was picking at the scab. It didn't start bleeding until I was about halfway through, because my cock was so rock-hard.
I'm definitely reading that again.
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I think Sable's all shy and reserved because it gets her off. She enjoys the feeling of embarrassment. When she blushes, that's how you know she's getting wet.
She's stuck behind the table all day at the sewing machine, so what does she do day in day out to keep her mind together? Daydream. Daydream someone will come in, force her up against the wall, tear her apron off and take her roughly. Then march her through the streets, completely naked, smelling of sex and sticky wet from head to toe.
That's all she wants, deep down.
"Tie me up," she thinks.
She bought her backless apron hoping someone in town was voyeuristic enough to try to take shots of her, but nothing's materialized so far. She's considering stronger measures, and she's started trimming her apron, shortening the front by an inch or so every day, the fabric climbing further and further up her thighs.
She wants to be seen. She wants to be exposed. She wants to feel the eyes of every man in the village burning, staring at her naked body, lying prone and exposed and covered in their sticky wet love.
She can't just come out and ask. She can't just beg you to use her, to degrade her, to expose her like a cheap whore. But deep down, as she stands there going through the motions and selling you the latest fashion in from the next town, she just keeps thinking the same thing.
"Rape me," she thinks.
"Rape me, and let everyone see."
But until then she'll just sit in the corner and make that stupid Mario design you just gave her.
Mabel's in the same boat as Sable, in that she gets off on that helpless, embarrassing feeling. She wants to be seen, exposed and humiliated just like Sable does. In her fantasies, she dreams of someone coming into the store late at night as she's closing, forcing her over the table and penetrating her as she whimpers quiet, scared protests. Only after he's forced her to her knees and begun to cum on her face does she notice the video camera he has trained on her face, bright red and now wet with sticky white trails.
Customers don't come in too often, so like Sable, she has all the time in the world to daydream. Sometimes she imagines being blackmailed, forced to degrade herself for fear of being exposed, with her assailant demanding worse things from her every time until she's being gangbanged nightly. But in other versions, her tape is circulated around town until every last villager has seen her face being streaked white by her unknown assailant.
Mabel isn't old enough to, legally, but she drinks anyway. The last time she got drunk, she took a dozen or so incredibly explicit photos of herself and buried them around town.
Every now and then, she finds herself wishing someone would dig them up, and give her the kind of publicity she so desperately wants.
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But thats just me.
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I recently tore my skin fapping, and while reading that, I was picking at the scab. It didn't start bleeding until I was about halfway through, because my cock was so rock-hard.
I'm definitely reading that again.
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