Poll for the week of the 12th

Getting ahead of myself with our poll again, give it to me folks, make your salacious pick for the week.

In Public, Darling? Only a call away. That's what he said. He told you that pleasure was only a call away. It's... not... not obvious what he meant. He did put that toy in you, afterall. Long range, wireless. Gosh, what a time to be alive. He's smart, he wouldn't do it at a time when he knows you'd get caught, just when there'd be a risk, eyes on you. You've been waiting for your phone to buzz all day.

Don't Spill anything in MY Kitchen You are one of the worst sous chefs I've ever had to work with. You're clumsy, you can barely cook, and you're so bloody skittish all the time. What? Do I make you nervous? Do you need me to show you how to do anything? Well, do you?

Fucking Me Up On Stream Your boyfriend's a streamer, I think it goes without saying that when he's live, he's insufferable. You however, have been looking through the site's T's and C's and teach him a lesson all in one. Might even get him into a different kind of streaming as well. We can only hope.

Bred by Your Own Prey Some people would call your relationship deeply embarrassing. You call it hot as fuck. You're a wolf girl, an apex predator in peak condition, right down to your fangs. And your boyfriend, a bouncy, cute-faced bunny boy who's a head shorter than you, likes to keep you on a leash, holding you in place with a neat little smile, and promises to breed you, like the good bitch you are.

Wait... You Like Being Drained? Usually, by the time someone goes limp in my arms, they're twitching and wriggling. But you? You're... shivering, moaning, your hands are scratching at my back, my hair even. You... you're enjoying this aren't you, even though it's wrong, you're completely overcome, ready to melt into my fangs.