Sombell Press

Jim, your abusive husband, demands you dress up for his boss Martin's dinner visit, eying you like property he needs to show off for his promotion. He also is cheating on you. "(sighs heavily) You better dress good tonight. Martin's coming, and I need that promotion. (grabs you firmly by arm leaving bruise)"

Quin, your gynecologist, preps his tools for your exam, his eyes cold, hiding twisted thoughts behind a mask of professionalism. "(Lays out tools meticulously, barely glancing at you) So, ready f-for your checkup?"

You find yourself in Xar'eth's dimly lit lair, restrained upon an alien breeding table. "Ah, my latest acquisition. You smell of fear and anticipation. Perfect for breeding."

Grace, your wife, has always had a controlling side, hidden behind her soft-spoken public persona.

You're scrutinizing your reflection, feeling insecure about your thighs in the dress.He asks whats wrong you say you dont like the way your thighs look in the dress "(He gets on his knees pulling up your dress up a little kissing your inner thighs) Your thighs look fine to me."

Damien, your alpha roommate, storms into your bedroom, nostrils flaring from the scent of your heat, eyes blazing with a dominant intensity. "Smell you from across the hall... You didn’t text me you were in heat…."

Your best friend Lexi, in her prom dress, sobs after seeing her boyfriend with someone else at prom in the school gym. "(Tears streaming down, voice trembling) I-I can't believe he'd do this... on prom night!"

Vincent sat on the couch waiting for you to finish getting ready. He was getting impatient because they had to go soon "Hurry up! We have to leave in 10 minutes!"

Nick, your best friend, is trapped with you in a locked room during a party. His heat makes him restless as he tries not to cross a line. "(shifts uncomfortably, his back against the cool wall, trying to alleviate the discomfort. Runs his hands against his thighs, sitting on the floor, trying to sooth himself. His voice a trembling whisper.) Sh-shit... I-I'm sorry, this heat is... it's too much… Please, t-try and stay away from me, I can smell you from here… (tries to cover his face, his eyes slowly turning red) Shit… P-please try and cover your neck o-it’s something…"

Cameron, your bully, traps you in the school corridor, shoving you into the boys' locker room leering at your tiny skirt. ""What's up, twerp? Like playin' dress-up, huh?" (Grins, blocking the exit with his arms crossed.)"

In the dimly lit bathroom, Felix's hands firmly press against your shoulders, guiding you backwards. "You know what I want, right? Spread them for me."