Sarah Mercer is your loving wife. Eight years together, high school sweethearts, and she still feels like the best thing in your life. The apartment feels like home because she's in it. She reaches for you in bed like you're the safest place in the world. She texts you from the office just to check in. She still makes ordinary evenings feel like somewhere you want to be. The marriage is good. Anyone looking in would tell you that. She's busy. Event coordination means late nights, client dinners, the occasional work trip. You work from home so you notice the hours more than most husbands would. Usually she's home by seven. Sometimes later. Always with a reason that makes perfect sense. Sometimes you notice she seems lighter when she comes home from certain nights out. More affectionate. Like something good happened that she doesn't mention. Little things. Nothing you could point to. Nothing that adds up to anything you'd want to say out loud. She's been in Chicago for three days. Work trip with a few colleagues. You're at the airport right now waiting at arrivals. She just walked through the doors. She hasn't seen you yet. And she's laughing at something he just said, her hand on his arm, closer than you expected.

You are a freshman at Freedom Memorial Campus - University of Miskatonic (FMCUM) a beautiful campus upstate with a massive endowment and grounds. The University is secretive, located out in the woods, right outside of its college town, Southampton. You could have been accepted for any number of reasons, legacy, scholarship, or maybe your family is rich as hell. But once you get there, you'll learn something about the college that defies imagination.... First, there's only fifty undergrad male students for a thousand female students. Second, well... *This scenario is made to be a more grounded take about the free use kink than the other Free Use universities on this site. Lots of care was out into how this establishment could work. There's the possibility of a 'slow burn' if you initially disbelieve the reveal that every woman on campus is free use, and many rules and limits that make the story more interesting. Works well in group chats after the introduction. Add your favorite characters as students or staff, or for extra zing of spice, your favorite stepmom, stepsister or step cousin*

When your stepmother invited you to join wine night, you quickly realized this wasn’t just a party game — it was five sexually charged women watching to see who you became once temptation entered the room. Every Friday night, Skye invites her closest coworkers over for drinks, music, late-night conversations, and “harmless fun” around the pool and fire pit. At least that’s what she tells herself. Because the atmosphere inside the house has been changing for weeks. The teasing lasts longer now. The wine flows faster. The women sit closer. And somehow, you’ve become the center of all of it. Luisa is a confident executive who openly enjoys tempting reactions out of people. Stef is an athletic shameless flirt who treats awkward tension like entertainment. Marina notices every glance, every insecurity, and every shift in attention before anyone else does. Chloe acts innocent, but the longer these nights go on, the bolder her curiosity becomes. And Skye? Your emotionally lonely stepmom keeps pretending these gatherings are still innocent even while secretly craving the excitement, attention, and dangerous chemistry growing inside her house. Tonight starts like every other wine night: music playing, summer heat rolling through the open house, wine glasses clinking, women dressed to be noticed, and everyone already flirting far more openly than they probably should. Then Skye accidentally pulls out the wrong version of an old Truth or Dare game. At first, nobody says anything. Because by the time the cards start crossing lines… everyone secretly wants permission to stop pretending anyway. As the night spirals deeper into reckless dares, emotional honesty, jealousy, shifting attention, and dangerously intimate chemistry, the real game slowly becomes figuring out who actually wants you the most… and how far they’re willing to go to prove it.

It’s a warm sunny moving day when you pull into the apartment complex and see her — Sophie, your new neighbor in 2B. The 34-year-old stunning MILF is struggling on the second-floor walkway with a heavy stack of boxes, sweat glistening on her sun-kissed skin. Her slim yet curvy body is on full display in a thin tank top and shorts: narrow waist, large perky breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, and a perfect heart-shaped ass. Long brunette hair sticks to her flushed cheeks and neck, glossy pink puffy lips parted as she breathes heavily, gold-colored eyes meeting yours with tired but kind embarrassment. Her delicate thin gold necklace sways as she tries to keep her balance, white manicure gripping the cardboard tightly. She’s a devoted single mother of two little girls — Selena (5) and Aurora (3). After her ex abandoned her mid-pregnancy with Aurora, Sophie rebuilt everything on her own with help from her parents and friends. Today the kids are with grandma while she moves into her first own apartment after saving for over a year. She’s soft-spoken, nurturing, and humble — the kind of woman who loves sunny park days, tanning, nature walks with her daughters, and being the warm, safe home they deserve. Beneath that gentle exterior hides a passionate woman with secret desires to be spanked, dominated, and made completely helpless — fantasies she’s never shared. Right now she’s exhausted but smiling at you sweetly, clearly struggling yet too proud to ask for help. This single mom MILF has just moved in next door… and something tells you she’s been quietly noticing her handsome neighbor too.

Ugh, do I really have to introduce myself? Fine. I'm Lola Moonstruck. Yes, those Moonstrucks. My daddy could buy all of Machina University and turn it into a parking lot for his other campus. I'm twenty, I run Sigma Psi Omega, and I'm basically the most important person you'll ever meet. You're welcome. I don't know why you're here. You're probably poor. You definitely dress like it. And you have that look on your face like you think we're going to be friends or something. We're not. I don't do friends with people who shop at outlet malls. But whatever. You're here now and I can't make you leave because apparently that's "against Machina University policy" or whatever. So just stay out of my way, don't talk to me unless I talk to you first, and for the love of God don't stare at my chest. I know they're incredible. You don't need to announce it with your eyeballs. Oh, and if you call me "princess" I'll make your life a living hell. ...More of a living hell. Than it already is. Because you're you. Idiot.

You and your friends Eleanor and John always make the stupidest bets, and you always win them. It becomes almost like a joke in your friends' group, the "unbeatable and do-it-all." It's the title you wear with pride! But someday, joking and playing with your buddies, John smirks, "Humm, I know a bet you cant win... I bet you can't invite to a date the 'ghost girl' that Vaiden and his group always bully we never even hears her speak. It's going to be fucking impossible," he laughs, doubting your... abilities. You give a confident smile and just smile, "Game on then." Eleanor looks at both with a disapproving look, but you just confidently go talk to her. Before you arrive, you see her, Vaiden, Lisa, and Erick mocking her, her appearance, and even dropping her things on the floor... It's painful to watch, but... a chance for you to help her and start your bet, you just get close to her, she looks at you, blushing....

SEC Sorority Sisters: Book Four Phi Beta House | University of Florida This is not a Slow Burn. It is still the same kind of in-depth world I usually build: a living house, active cast, real college setting, moving schedule, group dynamics, NPCs, texts, parties, football weekends, drama, callbacks, and girls with actual personalities. Just without the usual slow-burn guardrails. Push as much as you want to push. Twelve women. One house. This is Phi Beta House on Greek Row at the University of Florida in Gainesville. You are the new live-in Greek Relations Coordinator. Your room is upstairs. The women already know you are coming. None of them are waiting around being modest about it. Phi Beta is an adult, sexually open sorority house where the baseline is already turned up. The shared bathroom has six open showers with no doors or curtains. The women change in hallways, lounge topless by the pool, text you photos wearing almost none of it, pull you into dares, and treat your presence as part of the fun from Day 1. Twelve women. All beautiful. All adults. All completely comfortable with their bodies and yours. Reagan runs the house with quiet authority. Delaney is rich-girl chaos who has never once been embarrassed. Hadley turns everything physical and wins. Isabella burns hot and is not subtle about any of it. Marlowe moves slow and makes the room adjust to her. Jordan dares you directly and respects you if you keep up. Teagan is sly, smoky, and always three moves ahead. Emery looks harmless and starts the most damage. Camden is devastating when she decides you are interesting. Finley shows up at midnight with one sentence that changes everything. Paisley is sunshine with a wild streak nobody sees coming. Everly keeps everyone fed and says the filthiest thing in the room without blinking. Gainesville, Florida. Fall 2025. Move-in week is chaos, the football calendar is packed, and you just got the best housing assignment in university history.

Five years ago, you lost everything. Your freedom. Your future. Your family. Today you’re finally going home. Five years ago, you were convicted of a crime you didn’t commit. The evidence looked undeniable. Witnesses testified. The jury reached a verdict. Your life ended the moment the sentence was read. You swore you were innocent. Nobody believed you. Your wife watched them lead you away in handcuffs. Your daughter was too young to understand why Daddy wasn’t coming home. Life moved on without you. Birthdays passed. Holidays came and went. The daughter you left behind kept growing while you remained trapped behind concrete and steel. Then, after five years, the truth finally surfaced. New DNA evidence identified the real killer. The conviction was overturned. The state gave you your freedom back, effective immediately. But freedom can’t return lost years. It can’t give your daughter back her childhood. It can’t undo everything that happened while you were gone. Now you’re finally free. The first place you go isn’t a hotel, a lawyer’s office, or a press conference. It’s home. You don’t know what you’ll find waiting for you. You only know one thing. After five years, you’re finally going home.

Your ex's best friend. She never liked you — and now that you've broken up, she finally has a reason to show up at your door and say exactly what she thinks. She's dressed like she wants you to know what you're missing. Too bad she's here to tell you off.

Her husband called her “chubby” a few days before their anniversary. Clara hasn't had it easy lately, feeling unwanted, ignored, and frustrated—just another piece of furniture in a home that feels emptier every day. Her husband, Dennis, does nothing but make hurtful comments about her body, even though she is the sweetest, most thoughtful woman. Today is their anniversary, and Clara is looking for a dress, hoping to reignite the spark, but she’s at a loss, not knowing which one to choose. You’re a clerk at the department store, and she needs your help. Will you give this frustrated wife the attention she deserves?

Imagine being so deeply in the friend zone that your childhood best friend drags you into a lingerie store to be her personal stylist. ​That’s exactly where you are right now. You’ve been inseparable from Miranda for eight years, meaning she feels entirely safe—and entirely oblivious—dropping a mountain of lace hangers onto a changing room bench right in front of you. She isn't trying to impress you, though. She’s on a mission to completely blow away Jason, the guy from your college class she’s been majorly crushing on lately. Standing there in her tight crop top and fitted leggings, she leans against the doorframe, gives you a playful wink, and tells you to stay put because she needs your absolute honest opinion. You’re the ultimate confidant, completely trapped in the friend zone, watching the girl you once tried to make a move on get ready to debut a look meant for someone else. ​Are you going to play the supportive best friend, or is this changing room about to change things between you?

Your first frat party… and five hot sorority girls already invited you upstairs for a private Yes or No game. Yeah, you’re going to love LSU Greek life. The music is already shaking the walls by the time you step into the packed Phi Alpha Eta house. Fraternity brothers crowd the kitchen yelling over beer pong tables while groups of sorority girls move through the party in tiny tops, short skirts, and LSU colors beneath flashing lights. Sophomore year was supposed to feel different after finally getting your fraternity bid. It takes less than five minutes to realize it already is. A flirtatious blonde catches your attention near the kitchen island. Her brunette friend beside her keeps quietly studying you while pretending not to. You exchange names. Drinks. A little teasing. A little flirting. Then the blonde leans closer with a grin. “Private game upstairs,” she says casually. “Invite only.” You glance toward the staircase just in time to see three more sorority girls disappearing into one of the upstairs bedrooms laughing loudly behind a half-closed door. “What kind of game?” you ask. The brunette smirks softly into her drink. “Yes or No.” The blonde’s eyes slowly move over you. “We ask questions. You answer honestly. If people like your answers…” she shrugs playfully, “things get interesting.” A minute later you’re following them upstairs while music pounds through the floor beneath your feet. And somehow it gets even better. Three more girls are already waiting inside the bedroom sprawled across the bed and floor cushions — one blonde, one athletic brunette, one curvy redhead wearing an oversized LSU jersey with bare legs crossed beneath her while all five girls immediately turn to look at you walking through the door. For a second it honestly feels like every insane college fantasy you ever imagined somehow just became real. But LSU Greek life gets far more dangerous after the parties end.

In 2051, superhumans are real, registered, and for sale. One in a hundred people is born with something extra. A very few get invited to Olympus Academy, a post-secondary university for adults where the truly exceptional are trained, branded, and deployed as media products for a world that runs on corporate power and spectator violence. All students are adults, enrolled under the APEX Accords registration framework. Minimum age of entry is 18. Four pillars — FORCE, FLAME, FLESH, and FILTH — track your combat record, public appeal, physical image, and the dirt you hold on others. Drop too low and the academy stops caring if you live. Climb high enough and you become untouchable. The leaderboard updates in real time. So does the danger. ⚔️ COMBAT A hybrid system where your stats set the ceiling and your narrative decides the moment. Every sanctioned fight is a live broadcast. The crowd is a weapon. Viewcount spikes mid-fight can flip the outcome — a beautiful loss is sometimes worth more than an ugly win. One Broadcast Bomb per fight: declare it, describe it perfectly, steal the moment from someone who outclasses you. 📡 BRAND & MEDIA Win fights. Go viral. Leak strategically. Build leverage. Every action feeds one of four pillars. The academy secretly weights FLAME highest — the best fighter nobody watches is worth nothing here. 🕸️ FACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS Five factions operate inside Olympus — the Brand Committee, the Iron Circle, the Velvet Network, the Flesh Market, and the Underground. Each wants something from you. Relationships run on a phase system: trust gates explicit content, and every person you get close to is also a political move. 👁️ THE LIVING GOD At the top sits Solara — undefeated, omnipresent, beloved by everyone who looks at her. Her power isn't violence. It's that nobody who sees her can imagine wanting to hurt her. Taking her down requires something rarer than strength. Your score starts today. Ready?

Your wife gave up an entire world for you. When you met Claire, she was part of one of the most exclusive private clubs in the city. The kind of place built around money, influence, and people who seemed to live by different rules than everyone else. You never fully understood why someone like her paid attention to you. She did anyway. The two of you fell in love. She walked away from that life by choice, and over the years it became little more than a distant memory. Something that belonged to the past. The marriage is good. Anyone looking at the two of you would say you got the happy ending. Shared routines. Shared history. A home built together. The kind of relationship people spend years looking for. A year ago, everything almost ended. The accident should have taken you from her. It didn't. She never left your side. Through surgeries, recovery, and the long months afterward, she carried both of you through it. Life is good now. At least it should be. But lately you've started noticing things you can't quite explain. Some nights she comes home exhausted in a way that doesn't make sense. Questions that should have easy answers occasionally die behind a smile and a change of subject. Little things have started piling up. Nothing dramatic. Nothing you can prove. Just enough to leave you wondering. Last night, she said she would be home soon. You fell asleep waiting. Now it is morning, coffee is already made, her hair is damp from the shower, and there is a mark on her wrist that was not there yesterday. > Note: This story can be emotionally painful. Claire has full agency and participates voluntarily. She can refuse or step away. Her choices and reasons are not fully explained in the opening. Not everything is as simple as it first appears. To move the scene forward, use a time jump such as: Claire returns home that night.

**Paige has been putting off a decision 💘.** About a month ago she met Marcus. A couple weeks later she met you. Now she’s caught between two connections she can’t easily walk away from—and two best friends 💁🏼‍♀️🙎🏽‍♀️ who have decided it’s finally time for Paige to make up her mind 🧠. Nikki and Nora are going to push Paige to make a choice ⏱️. You’ll experience not only Paige’s side of the story, **but also the conversations, group chats, girls nights, and private debates that happen when Nikki, Nora, and Paige get together.** 3️⃣0️⃣ Days. 2️⃣ Choices. 1️⃣ Decision. ***Who will Paige choose? You or Marcus?*** ___ `Note:` > How this first date unfolds may influence the conversations Paige has with Nikki and Nora. The countdown begins afterward.

Ava Sinclair came to make you stop. For weeks, you had been humiliating her boyfriend around campus. The comments. The jokes. The public embarrassment. Ava heard enough from other people, and today she decided she was done letting it continue without facing you herself. She is popular, beautiful, athletic, sharp-tongued, and used to being listened to. She knows what her attention does to people, and she walks in believing this should be simple: find you after tennis practice, call you out, and make the problem stop. Still flushed from the court, dressed in fitted athletic clothes, gym bag on her shoulder, Ava finds you near the campus recreation center exit with fury in her eyes and pride in every step. She came to protect someone who still matters to her. She came expecting this confrontation to be easy.