Feb 142023

Around ten in the morning, there was a knock at my back door. I didn’t recognize what it was at first because, well, it was the back door. The knocking was loud and a bit insistent. Why didn’t they just come to the front?

I went to the back door at the kitchen and peeked through the curtain. The first thing I saw was a black hood, skin tight with only a hole for a mouth wearing bright red lipstick. The hood alarmed me at first. Maybe it was some sort of bizarre morning robbery, though the lipstick suggested otherwise.

Then I noticed the rest of the person. They wore a long red coat that I recognized from somewhere. The coat clung to their body and the obvious feminine curves underneath. Bright red heels covered their feet and I felt a moment of sympathy for what it must have taken to walk over my cracked sidewalk in these heels.

Weird, but kind of sexy.

I opened the door. The hooded woman smiled. I knew that smile but I couldn’t place where. My wife was at work and this was not remotely her style.

The woman had a card in her hand. She presented it to me, but her angle was off. That was when I noticed the hood had no eye holes or even slits. She was probably blind inside that hood.

I took the card. It was a Valentine’s Day card. The front said, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Inside was blank except for a woman’s handwriting.

“Please do not ask my name.
Please do not remove my hood.
Please unwrap your present.
Please use my mouth.
Please use my cunt.
Please put your hand around my throat.
Please hurt my ass but don’t mark my tits.
Please return me to the porch by 4pm.”

It was signed, “Your Secret Valentine”

Huh. This was a first for me. I should have closed the door. Or, failing good marital sense, I should have at least brought my Secret Valentine inside.

What I did instead was reach for her coat. I undid the buttons as the woman bit her lip. Taking my time, I opened that bright red coat and unwrapped my present.

She wasn’t quite naked underneath but it was close. A lacy red bra held up lovely breasts. Red hearts stickers covered her skin. Matching red lace panties covered her sex. More heart stickers covered her thighs.

I hooked my fingers in her panties. My Valentine shuddered. I pulled on her panties and peeked. She was shaved and it looked recent. Lovely.

Wait, what was that on her hip? A small tattoo of a dolphin riding a rainbow adorned her skin. It was a good thing she was blind or else she would have seen me smile.

I knew that dolphin. This was Katie. She was in my wife’s book club. I followed her on Facebook. We had mad met several times at parties and vacations. I had seen this coat in pictures on social media. I had no idea she felt this way.

Well, I had a little suspicion, but just a little. I wonder what her husband thought of this. Or does he even know?

Yeah, not my problem.

I took my Valentine by the hand. “Come on in,” I said, “And mind the step.”

We left her coat by the kitchen door. Her bra I left on the counter. She kept her panties on as I ate her out on the living room couch but took them off before fucking her on the ottoman. Later, she rode me while I squeezed her throat.

It was a good start to a lovely day.

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Feb 082023

I came through the front door with an armload of grocery bags. Heavy snowfall had been predicted for tonight and like everyone else in town, I had been to the store to stock up for the next four or five days. When it gets this cold, it is just safer to stay home and give the city crews a few days to plough the roads.

My wife, Mary, was lying back on the couch. Her pants were gone and there was a naked woman lying flat between her legs. I didn’t recognize the woman’s purple hair or her very petite ass.

The purple-haired woman started to lift her head and Mary pushed her back down to her pussy. There were some muffled words followed by messy licking. My wife smiled and kept the woman’s head down.

“Did you get my avocados,” Mary asked.

“Yeah,” I said as I set the groceries on the coffee table. “What happened to Tina?”

“She’s got her kids this weekend,” Mary said. “I called Kelsey but she’s playing Snow Bunny for the Gordons. I also called Hannah but she has a boyfriend now and he isn’t into sharing her.”

“That’s awfully close-minded of him,” I said, hanging up my coat.

The purple-haired woman continued to eat my wife’s pussy. One knee was bent and her foot swayed back and forth. There was a tattoo of a robot on her ankle.

“So, who is this?” I asked.

“This is Alexis., Hannah’s cousin. Hannah said she was curious about the Snow Bunny job. Alexis had never done it before and I offered to break her in. She’s a student and other than some online classes she’ll need to take on Monday and Tuesday, she is all ours.”

I looked down at Alexis. A college student? We usually played with older women. I didn’t know younger people were into Snow Bunnies.

“Did you explain Free Use to her?” I asked.

“Of course,” Mary said. “Alexis here understands that her job as a Snow Bunny is to suck, fuck, lick, eat, ride and everything else that gets us off for the next few days. We provide a crowded bed, homecooked meals, and a bunch of streaming channels in between fuck sessions.”

“And boardgames,” I said.

Mary snorted. “Yes dear. I know you’ve been dying to play that hotel game.”

“Good,” I said as I unbuckled my pants.

“Shouldn’t you put the groceries up, first?” Mary said.

“They are half-frozen from being in the trunk so they can wait,” I said. I pulled my pants and underwear down. My cock was hard and ready to fuck some young pussy.

Alexis tried to look but my wife kept her head pinned to her pussy. As I climbed onto the couch, the college student rose up on her knees and spread her legs for me. She reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips for me with one hand.

Oh yes, she was going to work out just fine.

Jan 042023

Dickmeat jacked his cock. It was okay. He was allowed to stroke, pump and edge his tool as much as he wanted. If he could find someone, he was even allowed to stick his thick rod into the mouth, ass or cunt of a willing slut.

The only hindrance was that he was only allowed to come if he was inside Mistress. Usually that was not a problem as Mistress’ slick pussy walls or tight mouth could squeeze the come right out of his cock in a matter of minutes. Usually.

This week was different. Dickmeat was on restriction. He was only allowed inside Mistress during her morning office break and then only for six strokes. That was it.

Restriction started three days ago. Dickmeat hadn’t climaxed since. He knew it was a myth but he swore his balls were swollen. His cock ached and longed for the sweet release of a climax.

That was why he was outside Mistress’ office. She worked from home and was currently on the phone with a coworker. The phone was on speaker and Dickmeat could hear the meandering conversation.

It was time for Mistress’ office break. She kept talking about return rates and points of contact. It didn’t seem to be wrapping up.

Dickmeat paused in his jacking to lick his hand. When the spit covered his cock, there was a slight wet sound that made him wince. He stroked a little slower, being careful to be quiet.

Mistress kept talking.

Dickmeat wondered if Mistress would skip her office break. She had done it before during other weeks but this week was his restriction. Would she deny him his one slim chance to come today?

Yes, Dickmeat realized. She would do it and not think twice about it.

There was a surge of tension. The thought of being denied pushed him to the edge. He let go of his cock like it was a live snake. If he came, oh sweet Jesus, it would mean the cock-cage for sure.

His cock twitched. He quickly grabbed his traitor tool and squeezed as hard as he could. The sudden pain was almost enough to make him come but the pressure on his cock was too tight. Slowly, the moment passed and Dickmeat was safe.

Wait? When did Mistress stop talking?

He peeked in the office. Mistress was standing up and bent over her chair. Her slacks were down by her ankles and her bare ass was exposed. In her hands, she was playing an online game on her phone. She was finally on break!

Dickmeat rushed into the office. He ignored the clock, not wanting to know how much time he had. It didn’t matter. All he had was six strokes.

He stepped behind her and took his dick in hand. Mistress’ pussy was so close but it might as well be a mile away if he didn’t get permission. A small whimper escaped his lips.

“You may,” Mistress said.

Dickmeat guided his restricted cock between her thighs, into her bush and deep into the slick grip of her divine pussy. Wet heat gripped his thick tool. The blessing of her cunt was around him once more.

Penetration counted as one stroke. It was cruel but true.

Dickmeat gently gripped Mistress’ hips. Tremors ran down his legs. He slowly pumped his hips.

Two. Three. Four.

It wasn’t going to happen. Dickmeat could tell. He had come too close earlier and the act of strangling his orgasm had set him too far back. If he had a few more minutes to get back to speed, then yes, maybe he could be ready to come inside Mistress and fill her sacred pussy with worshipper seed.

But it would not happen today.

Dickmeat kept thrusting. The honor of being inside Mistress was almost as good as an orgasm. And who knows? Maybe he would come in three more strokes after all?

He didn’t.

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Dec 072022

Dear Madam,

This letter is to inform you as to the whereabouts of your green panties with the white trim. They are currently in my possession and will not be returned to you. I apologize for any inconvenience this might bring.

Despite the lucrative opportunities, I will not be selling the panties on the secondary market. Rest assure that I will use these delightfully aromatic panties for my own sexual gratification. When the panties no longer satisfy my needs, I will dispose of them in an environmentally friendly manner.

To compensate you for your loss, I have included in this letter a gift card to Sweet and Spicy, a local boutique that sells fine underwear. They have a wide selection of lovely panties and I am sure you can find something to your liking. I am not affiliated in any way with Sweet and Spicy, but I do like to support local businesses.

Thank you for your time,
The Secret Pervert

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Nov 022022

Available Job:

Temporary Placement to Counter Employee shortage.
Location: Quality Engine Ratings!
Species Required: Human female, Wuat Female, Banime Female.
Other Requirements: Sex Labor Guild Certification. Level Two Roleplay Rating. Level One Engineering Rating
Duration of Assignment: Four Hours
Payment: Sixty credits per hour plus tips. (Minus Sex Labor Guild Fees).

Click Here to Accept Assignment.

The light above the monitor blinked. Dazanna checked to make sure her plump tits were still inside her overalls. Normally, the engineers who wore these overalls had a shirt, bra and probably some sort of smart-fabric underneath, but all Dazanna had was her naked skin. Two thin straps came down over the shoulders to hold a small panel of cloth that barely covered the bottom half of her large breasts. Every time she moved, one or both tits would pop out and flash her nipples. She preferred to keep them in reserve until needed.

Once she was sure everything was mostly secure, she reached to accept the call but stopped herself.

“Fuck, almost forgot,” Dazanna whispered. She pulled back her long blue hair and then slipped a yellow hard hat over her head. There, perfect. She accepted the call.

A bearded humanoid appeared on the screen. He was a meter and a half tall and nearly a meter wide. Powerful muscles along his shoulders. Cybernetic eyes zoomed to look back at her. A metal implant in his forehead scanned constantly for plasma leaks. The black beard was braided with an assortment of metal washers.

That was a Wuat all right. At some point in humanity’s exploration of the stars, Wuat ancestors decided to alter their genes for optimal asteroid mining and minimal volume requirements. Thousands of years later, the Wuats are some of the hardest working and sturdiest spinoffs from the human genome. They also loved their machines and took pride in their engineering skills.

“Hey there, Big Beard,” Dazanna said. It was always good to compliment a Wuat on his beard. “Good machining to you.”

“Good machining to you, couplet,” the Wuat said.

Dazanna blushed. Couplet was a very vulgar, but complimentary, term in Wuat speak. She took it as an indication that the Wuat was eager to play.

“I have to be honest with you,” Dazanna lied. “It has been a very dull day. All I have had to look at is a malfunctioning chemical propulsion system and some leaking coolant pipes. It has barely lubricated my vussy. I hope you have something impressive to show me.”

The black beard shifted and teeth flashed from a smiling mouth. “How does a class three FTL drive sound?”

“Oooh!” Dazanna said. She leaned forward and right on cue, her right breast popped from her overalls. “Show me, please!”

The Wuat picked up his transmitter. Dazanna got a flash of a naked skin that was probably his crotch. A moment later, the interior of an engineering bay filled the view screen. The screen panned slowly over a FTL engine.

Dazanna purred like a Jeline in heat. “That is one nice looking FTL drive. By the Lords of Space, is that a tachyon convertor?”

“Yeah!” the Wuat said, his surprise at Dazanna’s recognition was clearly audible. “I installed it myself. It has cut particle turbulence down twenty percent.”

“Incredible,” Dazanna said in a husky voice. “That kind of reduction is so rare. My vussy is getting so wet just looking at it.”

“Thank you,” the Wuat grunted. Dazanna could tell that he was stroking his member. She reached between her legs and rubbed at her own crotch. The cheap coveralls were wet to the touch. Dazanna rubbed herself as hard as she could, her motions causing her tits to jiggle out of her top.

“Can you get closer to the filter chamber?” she asked. “I have never seen one that clean.”

“I scrub it myself,” the Wuat grunted. He was breathing harder. Dazanna could just imagine his strong hand pumping his undoubtedly thick dock. Was he stroking off while looking at her or was he reacting to her engineering compliments? She would like to think it was both, but it was more likely from the compliments.

“Your attention to preventive maintenance is exemplary,” Dazanna as sincerely as she could.

The Wuat moaned. It was a deep guttural sound like an asteroid cracking open.

“What about the regulator?” he asked.

Dazana’s eyes darted around. What was the regulator? Dazanna bit her lip dramatically to stall for time.

Wait, it was that red thing next to the dial! It looked fine. She struggled to think of something nice to say about it.

It was time to break out the compliment of last resort.

“It looks like it was installed by a master craftsman,” she said.

The Wuat cried out as he climaxed. The load was almost as big as the tip he left for Dazanna.

Sep 212022

Fucktoy sat naked in her chair, waiting to be used. The blindfold covered her eyes. One hand toyed pulled at a nipple while the other hand was at her cunt. Two fingers slid in and out of her wet sex.

The television turned off. Fucktoy let herself moan now that Master’s show was over. She hoped he was going to play with her, although that was never a guarantee. That was okay. At least Fucktoy could get herself off as long as she was on display.

The floorboards creaked. Master was moving towards her. Fucktoy gave her nipple one last pinch before moving her hand to rest on her thigh. Master always wanted unimpeded access to her breasts.

It was quiet. Where did Master go? Had he left her?

Fucktoy whimpered and stroked harder. It was his right to ignore her. The cruel indifference stabbed her heart with ice and flooded her cunt with lust.

The floorboards creaked again. Master was coming back!

A hand grabbed her hair. Fucktoy relaxed and prepared for her head to be savagely pulled. Instead, something tugged the ends of her hair.

It was a brush. This was new. What did it mean?

Master brushed her hair. He started at the ends and slowly moved up. The bristles gently touched her scalp.

Fucktoy’s pussy clenched. She plunged her fingers deeper.

Master continued to brush her hair. Was this a new interest of his? Would he style her hair into something different? Was this a prelude to something severe like cutting her hair?

Oh God, would he shave her head? While the blindfold was on and she was a Fucktoy, it would be his right. He could shave her bald and there wouldn’t be a damn thing she could about it.

Tremors gripped Fucktoy’s thighs. She almost came.

The brushing continued. The bristles of the brush massaged her scalp. The last time Master had used the brush it had been to spank her. The spanking been hard but this slow sense play was somehow more intense.

Fucktoy moaned. She was close to coming.

The brush moved away and two strong hands grabbed Fucktoy’s hair. Powerful fingers clenched and mussed her carefully tended hair. Unyielding arms pulled her forward and Fucktoy cried out as she fell from the chair. Cruel hands held her in place as she struggled to her knees.

Something hard pressed urgently against Fucktoy’s lips. She opened her lips and her Master’s cock claimed her mouth once more. Balls rested against her chin for only a moment before he fucked her face.

Fucktoy came seconds later on her frantic fingers.

Apr 272022

“We received 36 offers for your house,” the realtor said. “The highest offer is for forty thousand over your asking price. The second highest is twenty thousand over, but they are willing to pay cash which means we can close in a day if you want.”

“Holy shit,” I said. “I knew it was a seller’s market but this is crazy.”

“I also want to draw your attention to three more offers that are a bit more unconventional,” the realtor said. She passed me a portrait photo of an attractive blonde woman. It looked like a boudoir shot. The woman was wearing a red negligee with matching red lipstick. There was a knowing look in her eye that promised dirty things.

“This offer is ten thousand over your asking price, but it includes a one time offer of oral sex performed by the wife of the purchasing couple. Their offer includes the invitation to ejaculate in her mouth, on her face or on her breasts.”

I stared at my realtor. I didn’t think she had this dirty of a sense of humor. Her deadpan delivery was perfect.

“Is this for real?” I asked.

My realtor nodded. “Like I said, it is a very competitive market.”

“What the fuck are the other offers?”

The realtor passed me a set of small Polaroid pictures. They featured a black woman completely nude on a bed. She had lovely small breasts and a rather large bush of black hair. The things she was doing to a dildo was anatomically impressive.

“This offer comes from a couple who will be moving in with their adult daughter,” the realtor said. “The offer is for the asking price, but they are including the free use of their daughter for one day a month for twelve months, along with a lifetime subscription to the woman’s OnlyFans. Apparently, the daughter is in the top point six percent of content providers.”

I licked my lips. One photo showed incredible flexibility with her legs. “What does free use mean?”

“It simply means you can engage in sexual activity at your discretion. Though I do want to emphasize that it only applies for one day a month.”

“And there is a third offer?”

The realtor turned her laptop around to face me. There was a video of a curvy redhead wearing nothing but a leather collar around her neck. She was bent over a bench, sucking a masked man’s cock while a masked woman spanked her from behind.

“This offer is for ten thousand less than the asking price, but it includes the gift of a submissive woman who will be willing to live with you. The buying couple trains submissives for a living and this one owes them a personal favor of some sort. You will have full responsibility and use of their submissive for a three-year period with the exception of a two-week period during the Christmas holidays.”

I watched the video and took note of the attractive way the redhead wriggled within her restraints.

“Oh wow,” I whispered. “I see what you mean by a seller’s market.”

“Do you need time to consider which offer you want to accept?”

I looked at the photos in front of me. My mind went back to the highest offer that seemed so boring and dull in retrospect. The portrait with the blonde stared up at me, inviting me to ruin her makeup. The pictures of the black woman tempted me with sexual gymnastics. On the video, the redhead submitted to more debauchery. All the while, I weighed the temptations with the offset in purchasing price. There were my own expenses to consider.

“No need,” I replied. “I know which offer I am taking.”

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Mar 232022

Available Job:

Temporary Placement to Counter Employee shortage.
Location: Matriarchs You Get to Fuck B-Deck.
Species Required: Human female, Vitari female or Jeline Female.
Other Requirements: Sex Labor Guild Certification. Vussy or Vussy Facsimile, Beta Class Breasts or greater. Level Two Roleplay Rating.
Duration of Assignment: Six Hours
Payment: Ninety-five credits per hour. (Minus Sex Labor Guild Fees).

Click Here to Accept Assignment.

It was dark inside the suite. A dim light emitted from a flickering projector onto the bed. The darkness helped hide the low quality of the décor on the walls that were supposed to imitate a Matriarch’s Breeding Quarters. If a real Matriarch ever lived in quarters like these, she would probably commit bankruptcy-suicide.

In the center of the bed, Dazanna slid up and down the client’s dock. She moved slowly, enjoying the feeling of the four separate ridges that encircled his member. Each ridge pushed inside her like a thick knot.

“Good boy,” Dazanna moaned. “Your Matriarch is very proud of you.”

The client groaned beneath her. He was a Clett, a humanoid race that had a strict Matriarchal family system. When a Clett Matriarch gives birth, she sells the male children of her litter on the Birth Market and the children are snatched up by Matriarchs experiencing family shortages. The Clett boys are then raised by the new family to become productive members earning money for their family. If they do well, exceedingly well, then a Matriarch may deign to engage in sexual intercourse with the lucky male. The average Clett will die a virgin.

Some lucky Clett, like the one inside Dazanna right now, will travel the galaxy and come across a place like Pleasure Station Sigma that has facilities willing to cater to a Clett’s needs. Even then, that lucky Clett won’t just fuck like a normal being. No, he will still follow the rules of Clett intercourse; which is lying on his back and keeping his hands at his side. That is just how his race does things, even with a Matriarch substitute like Dazanna.

Dazanna sighed. This was a lovely dock inside her. It was a crime to think this might be the only time it will be inside a vussy.

“You are so beautiful, Matriarch,” the client said.

Dazanna had her doubts about that. The Clett had pasty white skin and Dazanna had more of a cream complexion. Matriarchs develop complex tableaus of moles and Dazanna was wearing a mere dozen fake moles around her full tits. To complete the look, her long blue hair was tucked under a very unconvincing bald cap. All in all, Dazanna figured she made for a rather plain Matriarch.

But Dazanna was costumed as a Matriarch that the Clett actually got to penetrate, and that probably counted for a lot.

“I am very impressed with your credits earned by hour-cycle,” Dazanna said, engaging in normal Clett dirty talk.

“It is all for you, Matriarch,” the client said.

“And I am very aroused by your acquisition to selling ratio,” Dazanna purred. She leaned forward and let her heavy breasts dangle above the client. As the client gasped, she increased the pace of her humping.

“Sweet surplus.” The client groaned. He was close.

Dazanna was close as well. She said the words that were pure sex to a Clett male.

“Deposit your superior seed and breed your Matriarch,” she whispered.

The client cried out. The ridged cock spasmed and released a thick load of tingling seed inside Dazanna. In the throes of orgasm, he forgot himself and grabbed her thighs. Strong hands squeezed for tender care.

The tingling seed flowed inside Dazanna and sent her over the edge. She cried out her own orgasm and grabbed one of his hands in a very un-Matriarch gesture. They held onto each other’s hands as they rode out their pleasure.

Neither the client, or his pseudo-Matriarch, complained.

Mar 092022

Michael hated this part of the cleaning. He was tilted back at a fifty-degree angle with a bright light in his eyes. The plastic sunglasses the dental hygienist gave him blocked most of the light but the glasses sat uncomfortably against his nose. His mouth was wide open as the dental hygienist scrapped his teeth with a small metal tool. It felt like the sharp tool would poke his gums at any second.

“I have got to start flossing more,” Michael thought.

On the upside, Michael’s pants were open and a cute redhead had his erection in her warm mouth. Spit dribbled from her mouth and soaked his balls. A nimble tongue made slow circles around his dick.

The second woman didn’t wear the green scrubs that the hygienist did. She wore a fuzzy sweater pulled up so Michael could fondle her small breast with his right hand. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw her working at the receptionist desk earlier.

“Have a little bit of buildup right here,” the hygienist said. Michael felt her poke the back of his lower front teeth. “Make sure you don’t skip brushing here.”

“Ar-aih,” Michael said with his mouth open.

The redhead closed her lips around his dick. Her head bobbed up and down. She went nice and slow, letting him savor the moment.

The blowjob was unexpected but apparently it was part of the new medical plan. Michael was annoyed when his wife, Victoria, wanted to pay extra for Purple Cross and Pink Shield when Michael’s employers were more than happy to pay for the entirety of Gamma Medical, but holy shit, was he glad that he gave in. Victoria was right: you get what you paid for.

“Almost done,” the hygienist said.

“Take your time,” Michael thought. The redhead flicked her tongue against the tip of Michael’s dick. Could he come before the cleaning was done? Was climaxing guaranteed? He really needed to read the insurance policy when he got home.

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Feb 232022

Chloe was on a roll. She had collected eighteen mushrooms from her virtual garden and used them to upgrade her bird feeder. Now she had eagles coming to her cottage which meant she could collect stray eagle feathers every three hours. The first batch of flowers allowed her to buy a fountain, which was the first step to adding a hedge maze to her virtual property.

Natural Pleasures was Chloe’s favorite app on her phone. It had beautiful graphics, a complex farm economy and new surprises every day. Weirdly, it was free to play and didn’t have any options for in-game purchases. Chloe had been playing for a month and hadn’t seen a single advertisement. She wondered how the makers of the game stayed in business.

Chloe was excited about the hedge maze. It would unlock other farming bonuses as well as allowing her to expand the kitchen in her cottage. She knew the fountain was required, but she wasn’t sure what other resources it would take to build. Hopefully she would have what she needed already but if not, she was more than willing to grind for it.

She tapped the hedge maze button. An information screen popped up on her phone. “Eight topless photos are required to unlock the hedge maze.”

Chloe blinked. It required topless photos? Maybe it was a bad translation and topless meant something else in other cultures. She didn’t know there was an in-game camera, unless it was something she needed to unlock.

The screen on her phone shifted. The Natural Pleasures logo and frame was still there, but the rest of the screen was Chloe’s face. The app had accessed her phone camera.

Chloe’s eyes widened on the screen. The game wanted her to take a picture of her herself!

“I don’t think so,” Chloe muttered. She went to close the screen but hesitated. The hedge maze was a goal she had been working to for three days now.

“Maybe I misread the topless part,” she said. Chloe held the camera out until her face and sweatshirt-covered chest were in the frame.


A message box appeared. “Clothes detected. Picture not accepted.”

“Fuck,” Chloe whispered.

The hedge maze also counted towards the required number of improvements needed to unlock a green house.

“Goddamn it,” Chloe whispered again. She set the phone down and whipped off her sweatshirt. It was a Sunday morning so she wasn’t wearing a bra. She picked the phone up and aimed the camera so that only her dark breasts were in the frame.


Another message box appeared. “No face detected. Picture not accepted.”

“Goddamn fuck!” Chloe snapped. The game wanted her face? Where were these pictures going? Is this how the game company made their money? This was asking a fucking lot!

Chloe stared at the message box. Did she really need a hedge maze? She had seen screen shots of other players’ gardens and their hedge mazes had so much variety. Chloe had been looking forward to adding her own personal touches to her maze. She even knew what she wanted as a center piece.

Wait a minute. Those other players must have submitted topless photos to unlock their gardens. It wasn’t fair that they got a hedge maze and she didn’t.

“Goddamn fucking shit,” Chloe whispered. She aimed her camera at her chest and her face. The camera auto-adjusted to get her face and nipples in focus.

Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!

A message box appeared. “Photos accepted! Enjoy your hedge maze!”

A warm feeling flowed through Chloe. That wasn’t so bad. There was a flutter in her stomach and a new heat between her legs. It occurred to her that future upgrades might require more photos. Hell, that might require audio or video. How far was she willing to go for her little slice of virtual cottage heaven?

Chloe pushed the thought away. She would worry about that latter. For now, she had a hedge maze to build.

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