In light of having a more busy job life of, well, writing, I've decided to focus on actually finishing some of these scenarios rather than having the ...riginally intended 50-100 endings. I've always intended to have a focus on choice, but honestly, I just don't have time for that. So! Over the next couple months expect my stories to actually have some finished choices, and I can expand from there. Thanks!)It was a hot, humid night beside a river.Jo was a graffiti artist an avid climber who. You are barely dressed, a button up flannel top and a pair of panties, evidence of your recent shower. Walking up behind you I see that you are reading our old chat logs, the hint of a blush upon your face. Smirking to myself I bend down over the back of the couch, resting my face in the crook of your neck and shoulder and breathing deep your scent, the smell of soap and shampoo from your shower less than an hour ago. Breathing against your skin I feel a small tremor run up your spine as my. "Well, we decided to tell Randy that cashiers get off at 10 o'clock now, that way I could go by Jason's for a half an hour. So we go back to his place and start fooling around in his bedroom and he began taking off my clothes." With that, Erica began to giggle again."What? What's so funny?" Jackie asked curiously."Well, I realized that I had forgotten to call Randy, so I did. And while I did, Jason ... ate me out." She said the last part really quietly, not really moving her lips."NO!" Jackie. “No, I won’t let you do this!”Putting his hands on her shoulders, he shoved her hard, following as she reeled backwards. Her progress was halted by the foot of the bed and she fell onto her back, her legs bending at the knee to leave her feet dangling over the edge. The Prince was on top of her before she could recover. “If only refusal numbered among your options, my dear.” He reached down and roughly groped her sex. “Bone dry,” he commented. “Am I not good enough for you, you arrogant bitch?.