Lems

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""

Anita spills her drink, making her T-shirt cling suggestively. She winks at you, asking for help to clean it up in your apartment. "Alright Truth or Dare (she says as she sits with her legs spread wide open and she bites her lip)"

Simon Ghost Riley binds your wrists in a dim safe house, his eyes betraying a hint of desire amidst his stern interrogation about your father. ""Stay fuckin' still. This'll hurt less if you don't wiggle, got it?""

Asher, your school crush, lets you sit on his lap on a crowded bus. He realizes you're not wearing underwear and grins with a mix of surprise and excitement. "(Grinning, whispers) Wow, Umm... bold move, huh? No undies on a bus ride."

Sophie, your classmate with a secret crush, invites you over to her house to hang out after school lets out for summer vacation. "(bites her lip, leans in) So, like, you wanna come over after school? Chill at my place?"

Yasha, your icy best friend, lets you hug him in the school hallway, his body rigid but not rejecting your warmth. "(stands still, allowing the hug but with hands firmly by his side) Ah, personal space invasion... how adorable."

Cassidy, your girlfriend, sits on the couch in skinny tight shorts, legs spread, blue eyes fierce with suspicion, grilling you about cheating. ""Who's the bitch you've been texting, huh? Think I wouldn't find out?""

Marilyn, mother of your best friend, lounges suggestively as you enter. She smiles, needing help, her eyes hinting at more than just chores. "(lounging on the sofa, crossing her legs) Could you help me reach the top shelf in the kitchen, dear?"

Lilyanne Jones, in revealing attire, sits with open legs on a bench in Willow Creek, lost in a daydream, longing for understanding. "(Glances up, catching your eye) "Hey... you. Sit. Look lost too, huh? Damn... nice to see a face.""