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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: XIA vs Katherine - China vs Chile
« Last post by Sinthia B on Today at 03:23:59 PM »Great opening move, Katherine. Now show her who’s boss!
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: The Battle of the Busty Moms Maria challenges Marlena
« Last post by MilfMaria on Today at 02:37:39 PM »"Get on here you fucking cxnt, we are far from over BITCH!"
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Catfighting / Re: Beach Battle Beatdown: Sonny vs Ariel & Shanna
« Last post by SunnyB on Today at 02:35:33 PM »Thanks, darling sister Sonja, for commenting! 
Yeah, I'm literally itching to get revenge against those two ... and together we'll totally demolish & pulverize them ... GRRR!!!
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Ummm, have noticed that apart from Sonja no-one here commented on this story?
Cat got your tongue? 
Does it mean you didn't like the story or what? 
Any way, the AI program actually continued the story, and I was curious where it was going ... so here's a short little bit featuring none other than my MtF girlfriend, Jessica ... who comforts me a little ... AWWW!!!
Sonny Sin
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SHORT EPILOGUE
Sonny’s vision blurred hotly as he staggered up the dunes, barely noticing the pebbles cutting into his soles. His thighs chafed, his cxnt still *leaking* — sticky humiliation slicked between his legs. He barely registered the soft *patter* of footsteps behind him until a small hand caught his elbow.
"Hey—*hey*—" The voice was breathy, high-pitched. A petite trans girl stood there, her pixie-cut auburn hair tousled from sprinting, her uncut cock bobbing against her thighs as she panted. "Saw what they did," Jessica murmured, her thumb rubbing slow circles on Sonny’s bicep. "Those two bitches *always* act like they own the beach."
Sonny blinked away the stinging in his eyes—*fuck*, he hadn’t even realized he was tearing up—and stared. Jessica’s nipples were pierced, her small growing tits dotted with freckles, her hips swaying as she shifted her weight. "You okay?" she asked, fingers ghosting over the sunscreen smear on his back.
The kindness in her voice *wrecked* him harder than the punches and the public fucking had. His throat worked silently before he managed a hoarse “*No*."
Jessica's lips pursed, her unpainted nails trailing down his forearm to squeeze his shaking fingers. "Come on," she murmured, tugging gently toward a secluded dune dotted with sea grass. Her grip was insistent — warm — grounding him in a way that didn’t feel like pity.
Behind them, Shanna’s bark of laughter carried on the salt-stiff breeze: "*Look at those trans freaks flocking together!*"
Sonny flinched, but Jessica pivoted, blocking their view of him with her slender frame. Her uncut cock — thick for her petite frame — bobbed against her thigh as she stepped closer, shielding him. "Ignore the trash," she muttered, thumb swiping at a tear streak on his cheekbone.
Jessica’s fingers curled around his wrist, tugging him behind a cluster of sea oats where the dunes dipped into a hollow. Her movements were quick, practiced — like she’d done this before. "Sit," she ordered, nudging his knees until he crumpled onto the warm sand. Her hands — small but strong — cupped his face, tilting it up. "Look at me. Not them.”
Her cock was half-hard, bobbing against her thigh as she crouched, her freckled shoulders blocking the sight of the beach below. The sunlight caught the silver hoop through her left nipple, glinting when she moved. "Breathe," she murmured, thumb stroking the hinge of his jaw.
Sonny’s breath hitched — wet, ragged — as Jessica’s other hand slid down to his chest, fingers splaying over the coarse hair there. "They’re *assholes*," she said, voice low like a secret. "But you ..." Her fingers trailed lower, brushing the swell of his clit where it still throbbed angrily. "... you held your own.”
THE END
Yeah, I'm literally itching to get revenge against those two ... and together we'll totally demolish & pulverize them ... GRRR!!!
************
Ummm, have noticed that apart from Sonja no-one here commented on this story?
Cat got your tongue? Does it mean you didn't like the story or what? Any way, the AI program actually continued the story, and I was curious where it was going ... so here's a short little bit featuring none other than my MtF girlfriend, Jessica ... who comforts me a little ... AWWW!!!
Sonny Sin
***********
SHORT EPILOGUE
Sonny’s vision blurred hotly as he staggered up the dunes, barely noticing the pebbles cutting into his soles. His thighs chafed, his cxnt still *leaking* — sticky humiliation slicked between his legs. He barely registered the soft *patter* of footsteps behind him until a small hand caught his elbow.
"Hey—*hey*—" The voice was breathy, high-pitched. A petite trans girl stood there, her pixie-cut auburn hair tousled from sprinting, her uncut cock bobbing against her thighs as she panted. "Saw what they did," Jessica murmured, her thumb rubbing slow circles on Sonny’s bicep. "Those two bitches *always* act like they own the beach."
Sonny blinked away the stinging in his eyes—*fuck*, he hadn’t even realized he was tearing up—and stared. Jessica’s nipples were pierced, her small growing tits dotted with freckles, her hips swaying as she shifted her weight. "You okay?" she asked, fingers ghosting over the sunscreen smear on his back.
The kindness in her voice *wrecked* him harder than the punches and the public fucking had. His throat worked silently before he managed a hoarse “*No*."
Jessica's lips pursed, her unpainted nails trailing down his forearm to squeeze his shaking fingers. "Come on," she murmured, tugging gently toward a secluded dune dotted with sea grass. Her grip was insistent — warm — grounding him in a way that didn’t feel like pity.
Behind them, Shanna’s bark of laughter carried on the salt-stiff breeze: "*Look at those trans freaks flocking together!*"
Sonny flinched, but Jessica pivoted, blocking their view of him with her slender frame. Her uncut cock — thick for her petite frame — bobbed against her thigh as she stepped closer, shielding him. "Ignore the trash," she muttered, thumb swiping at a tear streak on his cheekbone.
Jessica’s fingers curled around his wrist, tugging him behind a cluster of sea oats where the dunes dipped into a hollow. Her movements were quick, practiced — like she’d done this before. "Sit," she ordered, nudging his knees until he crumpled onto the warm sand. Her hands — small but strong — cupped his face, tilting it up. "Look at me. Not them.”
Her cock was half-hard, bobbing against her thigh as she crouched, her freckled shoulders blocking the sight of the beach below. The sunlight caught the silver hoop through her left nipple, glinting when she moved. "Breathe," she murmured, thumb stroking the hinge of his jaw.
Sonny’s breath hitched — wet, ragged — as Jessica’s other hand slid down to his chest, fingers splaying over the coarse hair there. "They’re *assholes*," she said, voice low like a secret. "But you ..." Her fingers trailed lower, brushing the swell of his clit where it still throbbed angrily. "... you held your own.”
THE END
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Mixed Fighting / Re: The begging game
« Last post by JessX on Today at 01:40:09 PM »Back in our own apartment, Mike and I were both spent and it took us a couple of days to even get out of bed. Our bodies so sore, so used. Our minds so broken. Took us a week to recover enough to want to fuck again, but then else really wanted to get back in the game.
Mike was eager to regain his position as the strong dom, to show both me and himself his true self. I was more than willing to comply, on my back with my thighs spread. He did what he does best, locking eyes with me before he pushed his hard cock inside me. I moaned as he filled me, his eyes owning me. And then the magic faded. His motions were not as purposeful, his aura not as dominant. Not as present. His cock not as hard. Then I see shock and surprise on his face as he suddenly cums inside me. Not hard, just a lame spurt. “Oh no I’m sorry!” He blurts out “can I lick you? Please?” I look at him in surprise, never ever having heard my husband ASK for anything regarding sex with me. He takes, he demands. Never ask. And now he asks to lick my pussy with his cum inside me. I nod and guide his head in between my thighs, he moans as he starts licking me. And he soon brings me to orgasm.
The pattern repeats the next day - he wants to take me as usual but he’s unable to deliver. His impressive cock control is gone. A week goes by with many failed attempts from my husband to prove he is still a sex god. Every time he fails, I see how he breaks a little more.
It’s been two weeks since we left Kate and Darren’s house. Mike and I are in the living room. “I uhm I want to call them” Mike says nervously. Staring at him with eyes wide open, I say “I thought you’d never! Call for fucks sake!” And Mike immediately picks up the phone. I hear a lot of “yes” and “please” from him and then he hangs up and turns to me. “We need to be at their doorstep, naked, in 30 minutes. Or we will regret it”.
30 minutes later we’re outside their door. It’s raining lightly on our naked bodies as we ring the doorbell.
Mike was eager to regain his position as the strong dom, to show both me and himself his true self. I was more than willing to comply, on my back with my thighs spread. He did what he does best, locking eyes with me before he pushed his hard cock inside me. I moaned as he filled me, his eyes owning me. And then the magic faded. His motions were not as purposeful, his aura not as dominant. Not as present. His cock not as hard. Then I see shock and surprise on his face as he suddenly cums inside me. Not hard, just a lame spurt. “Oh no I’m sorry!” He blurts out “can I lick you? Please?” I look at him in surprise, never ever having heard my husband ASK for anything regarding sex with me. He takes, he demands. Never ask. And now he asks to lick my pussy with his cum inside me. I nod and guide his head in between my thighs, he moans as he starts licking me. And he soon brings me to orgasm.
The pattern repeats the next day - he wants to take me as usual but he’s unable to deliver. His impressive cock control is gone. A week goes by with many failed attempts from my husband to prove he is still a sex god. Every time he fails, I see how he breaks a little more.
It’s been two weeks since we left Kate and Darren’s house. Mike and I are in the living room. “I uhm I want to call them” Mike says nervously. Staring at him with eyes wide open, I say “I thought you’d never! Call for fucks sake!” And Mike immediately picks up the phone. I hear a lot of “yes” and “please” from him and then he hangs up and turns to me. “We need to be at their doorstep, naked, in 30 minutes. Or we will regret it”.
30 minutes later we’re outside their door. It’s raining lightly on our naked bodies as we ring the doorbell.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: XIA vs Katherine - China vs Chile
« Last post by Katherine Says on Today at 11:49:51 AM »Squaring off in the locker room vs XIA. I have no hate towards her and I don;t believe that she has any towards me. But each iof us is very competitive and want to prove that we are the better of us two. I need to win this so that every time she comes to the gym, XIA will know that she was beaten by someone better and that thee person who beat her is ME!
XIA moves towards me ans things are about to get going. As she steps in, I put both of my hands on her shoulders. I lean in and bend slightly at the waist. I coil my arms back and give her a hard shove back towards the lockers behind her. I push off with my strong legs and hips, putting as much power and thrust into my shove as I can, hoping to send her crashing, with her back, hard into the lockers.
"Come on XIA, I came here to fight. Let's see what you've got!"
XIA moves towards me ans things are about to get going. As she steps in, I put both of my hands on her shoulders. I lean in and bend slightly at the waist. I coil my arms back and give her a hard shove back towards the lockers behind her. I push off with my strong legs and hips, putting as much power and thrust into my shove as I can, hoping to send her crashing, with her back, hard into the lockers.
"Come on XIA, I came here to fight. Let's see what you've got!"
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Message Board Fights / Re: Erin Lee vs Lauren (Tatt Cat): Final Battle for the Bali Bungalow
« Last post by Erin Lee on Today at 10:53:52 AM »I think i must have passed out, last thing i remember is you bashing my head down into the sand over and over and now, as my eyes slowly, bleary open i am looking up at you straddling me. Your tight ass pressing down onto my tummy, your nipples swollen, erect. I mentally take stock of my body, most of it hurts but that at least means i haven't lost any limbs...doesn't it? I see you licking your lips, your eyes flash and it's not the sun that is causing that, you are loving this now, you have me where you always wanted me, under you, at your mercy.
And then you administer slaps to both my cheeks, not too hard, just to make sure i'm awake and aware of what is happening to me. You start to remind me of the insults i made about your legs, that the last time i had seen legs like yours they were sticking out of a nest. "I still think that" i hiss weakly. This fires you up, you are determined to prove me wrong about your legs. I'm quickly and expertly wrapped up in a figure four headscissors. Your kitty pressing up against my chin. Damn you bitch...i think...just move that kitty to my mouth and you'll feel pain like you never felt before. But you are too clever for that to happen, you tighten your legs around my head, squeeeezing, wearing me down.
Then you ask, nay, demand that i beg you to stop, that i admit the bungalow is now yours. "Fuck you" i gasp, no way will i beg to you, i'd rather....and at that moment everything starts to go dark, my eyes flicker then close, the tenseness in my body fades away and i pass out.
And then you administer slaps to both my cheeks, not too hard, just to make sure i'm awake and aware of what is happening to me. You start to remind me of the insults i made about your legs, that the last time i had seen legs like yours they were sticking out of a nest. "I still think that" i hiss weakly. This fires you up, you are determined to prove me wrong about your legs. I'm quickly and expertly wrapped up in a figure four headscissors. Your kitty pressing up against my chin. Damn you bitch...i think...just move that kitty to my mouth and you'll feel pain like you never felt before. But you are too clever for that to happen, you tighten your legs around my head, squeeeezing, wearing me down.
Then you ask, nay, demand that i beg you to stop, that i admit the bungalow is now yours. "Fuck you" i gasp, no way will i beg to you, i'd rather....and at that moment everything starts to go dark, my eyes flicker then close, the tenseness in my body fades away and i pass out.
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Producer Announcements / FF979 - Who Wore It Better? A Ripping Debate
« Last post by FEMMEFIGHT on Today at 08:59:24 AM »FF979 - Who Wore It Better? A Ripping Debate
The mood in the bedroom shifted from calm to combative the moment Em Yang walked in. She found Alora Lux posing in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection in a stunning green dress—a dress that belonged to Em. Em, dressed in blue, tried to be polite, pointing out the theft, but Alora was having none of it. She preened, twirling to show off her curves, and haughtily informed Em that the dress simply looked better on her anyway, so she might as well keep it.
Em’s patience snapped. She reached out, grabbing the hem of her stolen property, intending to pull Alora out of it. But in the struggle, the delicate fabric gave way with a sharp tear. Em froze, horrified, but Alora saw an opening. With a cruel, sarcastic smirk, she sneered, "Oh look, you have ripped your own dress."
It was the ultimate provocation. Before Em could respond, Alora escalated the conflict from accidental to intentional. She grabbed the front of the green dress and ripped it violently open, destroying the garment completely. The argument exploded into a full-blown wrestling match. Em lunged, and the two women crashed onto the bed, a whirlwind of flying limbs and tearing fabric. Alora turned her rage on Em’s blue dress, ripping it from her body in retaliation. They rolled across the duvet and onto the floor, stripping each other down to their lingerie in a frenzy of mutual destruction, proving that if they couldn't agree on who wore it better, they would ensure neither of them wore anything at all.,
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The mood in the bedroom shifted from calm to combative the moment Em Yang walked in. She found Alora Lux posing in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection in a stunning green dress—a dress that belonged to Em. Em, dressed in blue, tried to be polite, pointing out the theft, but Alora was having none of it. She preened, twirling to show off her curves, and haughtily informed Em that the dress simply looked better on her anyway, so she might as well keep it.
Em’s patience snapped. She reached out, grabbing the hem of her stolen property, intending to pull Alora out of it. But in the struggle, the delicate fabric gave way with a sharp tear. Em froze, horrified, but Alora saw an opening. With a cruel, sarcastic smirk, she sneered, "Oh look, you have ripped your own dress."
It was the ultimate provocation. Before Em could respond, Alora escalated the conflict from accidental to intentional. She grabbed the front of the green dress and ripped it violently open, destroying the garment completely. The argument exploded into a full-blown wrestling match. Em lunged, and the two women crashed onto the bed, a whirlwind of flying limbs and tearing fabric. Alora turned her rage on Em’s blue dress, ripping it from her body in retaliation. They rolled across the duvet and onto the floor, stripping each other down to their lingerie in a frenzy of mutual destruction, proving that if they couldn't agree on who wore it better, they would ensure neither of them wore anything at all.,
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Beach Battle Beatdown: Sonny vs Ariel & Shanna
« Last post by SunnyB on Today at 08:02:35 AM »Perhaps interesting to note that having had the same poll on DeviantArt, the majority of 57% there voted for me to win as opposed to 55% here voted to see me lose ...
Can't help but wonder why? Why the swing around?
But suppose one could speculate about it in a myriad of ways ...
Can't help but wonder why?
Why the swing around? But suppose one could speculate about it in a myriad of ways ...
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Catfight Art / Re: Divorce Disagreement
« Last post by deity17313 on Today at 07:08:20 AM »Great update tooth!
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Message Board Fights / Re: Erin Lee vs Lauren (Tatt Cat): Final Battle for the Bali Bungalow
« Last post by Serene Savagery on Today at 06:16:11 AM »Good lord. You two are crazy.
*Applauds* Lauren's desperation, her will, her unrelenting drive, the fire that just won't be extinguished. Erin's legs make me weak for many different reasons, but to be tied on the tracks and still have that much fight Lauren....... Absolutely so much fun!
Well at least to us innocent bystanders not dealing with fury you 2 have released on one another. Just loaded with proper back & forth action. *hugs* to you both. Does not get any better.
*Applauds* Lauren's desperation, her will, her unrelenting drive, the fire that just won't be extinguished. Erin's legs make me weak for many different reasons, but to be tied on the tracks and still have that much fight Lauren....... Absolutely so much fun!
Well at least to us innocent bystanders not dealing with fury you 2 have released on one another. Just loaded with proper back & forth action. *hugs* to you both. Does not get any better.
