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Can you please just tell me what you’re hungry for? Ari scolded his own body. He’d been standing in front of the open fridge for easily five minutes; staring at, digging through, and staring again at everything that was in his and Mosaic’s shared fridge. He was craving… Something… And that seemed to be all the information ...

Ari was still at work. Not working, mind you, but at work nonetheless. He had another blind date tonight, but this one was a bit different than usual. Instead of simply sending him a time and place, somebun at the Church of Sulfur had informed him that his date had requested to pick him up from work and start their date from there. Ari had agreed; if anything, it was an opportun...

Ari took one last look at his outfit in the full-length mirror, pulling his skirt up slightly and unbuttoning his dress shirt one button lower. A couple of more-than-tipsy dolls complimented him profusely before going into one of the bathroom stalls to make out, or more. Ari nodded at his reflection and left the bathroom.  He’d never been to this bar before; probably wouldn’t have if not for this blind date, sinc...

“Okay, so they have a warning inside the box for a reason,” Harley repeated, tucking the box of aphrodisiac chocolates into a bag and handing it over the counter to Ari. “I tried out a box half this size when we first got them in and… Let’s just say Holland couldn’t come in for three days.” Her eyes flickered towards the back of the shop, where rustling sounds could be heard as the other Lust bun helped another customer. ...

   Jubilee only came to church for 2 reasons: Sex and the occasional "confession" to the priest Oleander. Which often resulted in the former. During Matentines, the church became one of her favorite spots to run into new contacts. She met some of her future roommates, friends, enemies and various fantastic explicit encounters through using the dating service until it closed. If it weren't for this, she imagined she'd be content sleeping and filling her gut with cake until ...

Even bundled under thick blankets, Minerva felt cold. The kind of cold that settled too deeply in her skin, making her body prickly with aches and pains as her chest rattled with another wet sounding cough. She pressed her face against her pillow, a low groan escaping her as she tried to settle down. She wasn’t sure how long it’s been since she woke up and she nearly broke out into a run to the bathroom to retch up last night’s dinner. She still felt that familiar tightness in he...