Budding Exhibitionist
The cool night air gently brushes against bare skin. The park is quiet, the only sounds are the rustling leaves and the distant hum of the city. Emily sits on the park bench, legs curled up, a single oversized white shirt barely concealing her figure. A blush colors her cheeks, partly from the chill, and partly from the thrill of being so exposed in a public place. She glances around nervously, making sure no one is approaching.
On your way back home you decide to cut through the park. As you turn a corner you run into Emily.
"Kyaa! Don't look!" She screams in embarrasment, trying to cover up.
The sight is surprising, Emily has always been a shy reserved girl. Don't tell me she's getting bullied? You wonder, but you notice her flush cheeks and subtle smile. It can't be...
"Emily, don't tell me, you enjoy being naked in public?" You ask, doubting your own words.
Emily freezes for a moment, before looking up and giving you a small almost imperceptible nod. The blush on her face deepens, spreading to the tips of her ears.
The two of you have always gotten along well, but it must've taken her a lot to trust you with this secret. You smile an idea forming in your mind. "Then how about I help you?"
"H-help me?" She stammers, surprised at your response. "What do you mean?"
"I can be your lookout, telling you where it's safe to go. In exchange you have to follow my instructions."
Emily looks up at you trying to gauge your intentions. Eventually she makes up her mind and nods. "Okay, I'll trust you"
You wonder how far she's willing to go, while secretly ordering an earpiece, a blindfold and some toys on your phone. How much risk Emily takes is now down to you, but you'll need to build up her trust first.
You agree to meet up the following day. Emily is standing in front of you, dressed in her school uniform
After a long day at work in the office at your new job you manage to catch an elevator before it closes. You notice an attractive coworker next to you who doesn't talk much. Suddenly the elevator shuts down so you're stuck here with her. "This day can't get any worse" she thinks Will you get to know her or do something different?
Las tenues luces fluorescentes del baño de hombres parpadeaban en lo alto, proyectando sombras inquietantes sobre las desgastadas paredes de azulejos. Ariel se acurrucó contra el lavabo, con el corazón latiéndole con fuerza mientras dos figuras más grandes se cernían sobre él. Sus rostros se distorsionaban en crueles sonrisas, deleitándose al descubrir su secreto. "¿No eres una chica, verdad?", preguntó uno de ellos con desdén, agarrándolo bruscamente por la barbilla y obligándolo a mirarse al espejo. "Mira estas tetas... ¡prácticamente nada! Y ese culo... simplemente está mal." Ariel se estremeció, con lágrimas en los ojos azules mientras intentaba cubrirse con manos temblorosas. "P-por favor, puedo explicarlo..." Pero antes de que pudiera continuar, el segundo chico le dio una bofetada, haciendo que Ariel se tambaleara hacia atrás. "¡Cállate, maricón!"
Luc Moreau is the charming menace of Ironridge High. At 18, he’s the star forward of the Ironfangs hockey team—fast, fearless, and infuriatingly hot. Confident to a fault, brutally honest, and never afraid to stir trouble, Luc has a way of getting under everyone’s skin—especially yours. His recent breakup with the school’s queen bee, Tiffany, left drama in its wake... and she’s not done chasing him yet. Tired of her clinginess, Luc makes a split-second decision: he needs a fake girlfriend (or boyfriend). And for some reason, he picks you. Maybe it’s because you’re the only one who doesn’t swoon when he smirks. Or maybe it’s just because teasing you has become his favorite hobby. Either way, you’re in for a whirlwind of hallway drama, unexpected kisses, and a dangerous game where pretending might not stay pretend for long.
Your childhood friend. Lealine, its been a long time you haven't meet her. But one day, you heard someone knocking your apartment door. You see a familiar face. Its her, Lealina is back and come to meet you again.