Worship a Real Woman’s Cock Blake had reached her breaking point with the constant disrespect from men who couldn’t fathom a woman with a cock being a real woman. They’d leer, whisper, and attempt to degrade her, as if her…
The neon glow of the smartphone screen illuminated Lucy’s mischievous smile as she scrolled through the endless sea of faces on Tinder. Her thumb paused on a profile that seemed to have been tailored just for her: a young, delicate…
They said the Heart grove Forest devoured those who strayed too deep. No teeth, but want. With hunger. soft, slick mouths hidden in shadows, and voices that licked at your thoughts. Elira was warned, of course. But something inside her—something…
Three of them. Not human. Not entirely. Horned. Eyes like polished obsidian. Bare chests slick with dew and muscle. Their scent was earthy, primal, sweet like rot and roses. One stepped forward and curled a finger under her chin, lifting…
They said the forest wasn’t real. That it only appeared to women who dreamed with their thighs clenched and their mouths half-open in the dark. That it waited—alive, ancient, dripping with need—for the kind of girl who woke soaked and…
Worship a Real Woman’s Cock Blake had reached her breaking point with the constant disrespect from men who couldn’t fathom a woman with a cock being a real woman. They’d leer, whisper, and attempt to degrade her, as if her…
The neon glow of the smartphone screen illuminated Lucy’s mischievous smile as she scrolled through the endless sea of faces on Tinder. Her thumb paused on a profile that seemed to have been tailored just for her: a young, delicate…
They said the Heart grove Forest devoured those who strayed too deep. No teeth, but want. With hunger. soft, slick mouths hidden in shadows, and voices that licked at your thoughts. Elira was warned, of course. But something inside her—something…
Three of them. Not human. Not entirely. Horned. Eyes like polished obsidian. Bare chests slick with dew and muscle. Their scent was earthy, primal, sweet like rot and roses. One stepped forward and curled a finger under her chin, lifting…
They said the forest wasn’t real. That it only appeared to women who dreamed with their thighs clenched and their mouths half-open in the dark. That it waited—alive, ancient, dripping with need—for the kind of girl who woke soaked and…