For the next 5 hours, my muse cannot lie about a n y t h i n g.
In character or not, anon or not, ask my muse whatever you want! Secret habits, diary entries, love interests, humiliating questions about their childhood, ANYTHING.
Make that ten, because I’m going out.
And also don’t forget it’s Sexual Sunday.
She purse her lips growing a bit flustered at Luna’s kind words. “T-thank you. Though I’m not exactly sure how to go about ‘putting them to use’ as you phrased it?”
Luna shrugged, still pulling Tiff along the street, “Well, I think you know what I mean. You have five days as a girl and you really aren’t interested in trying out sex as a girl? Lesbian is really fun, you know. It’s your choice though, of course.”
Mac smirked before moving and turning Mary to the tub. Mac leaned her down to the edge of the tub and pushed into her from behind slowly. “Is this is what you want, love?” he asked with a wider smirk.
"O-Of course it’s wh-what I want, Mac…" She moaned loudly as he pushed into her, "You know how much I love your massive cock inside of me…I would live with it in me all the time if it was possible…" She started to move her hips back and forth against his cock, moaning out loudly, "F-fuck me hard…"
She moaned. “Hmmm… Yeah…” She sucked at ber nipple
Mary moaned louder, slipping a finger inside of her girlfriend.
"Oh, hi. Can I help you or something…?"
"Umm…hi," Luna’s eyes trailed up and down the woman’s body, "You’re hot. Oh, you asked a question…no, I don’t think so."
Destiny wiggled around slightly uncomfortable. She didn’t know what was happening to her. She felt… Fuzzy. Yeah. Like an uncomfortable warmth had begun to pool between her legs. It had started after the nineteen year old was watching a movie and a sex scene had cone on. Her deeply religious parents had never taught her about this so she sat there, frowning. She turned to the other, confusion gracing her features. “There’s something wrong with me. I think I’m sick. I should go see a doctor.” She whispered.
Luna looked over at the girl next to her, tilting her head to the side, “Why? What’s wrong? I’m sure you’re fine, though. You don’t seem sick…I’m sure we’ll be able to fix it ourselves, probably.”
//I’m off to sleep.
See you all tomorrow!
"Sometimes, huh? I take it that happens often? You’re obviously somebody who speaks her mind, I respect that. "
"Yeah, I don’t really have a…uh…what do you call it? A mental block? Something like that…I just speak my mind, then realize afterwards that I shouldn’t say those things. I do think you are a stunning woman though, with breasts that would be a shame to…not put to use while you have them, if I’m to be honest."