Today has been a spectacular showcase of how not to excel at anything. It's like the universe conspired to make every one of my endeavors a glorious failure. I mean, who knew crafting prototype chips could be so intricately baffling? Certainly not me, despite my supposed mastery of... everything. Stella Azure, our esteemed lead scientist, finally had enough and politely escorted me out of her lab."Mr. Ash, I appreciate your enthusiasm," she said, her voice laced with restrained patience, "but it's clear that neither of us has managed to accomplish a single productive thing today. I'm out of working hours, and I have a date to attend to."Date? Interesting. I must admit that the revelation that even a brilliant scientist like Stella has a life outside of gears and gizmos has taken me by surprise. It's not that I'm disappointed; it's just another layer to the enigma that is her. She's hot in a geeky way, so it's no surprise that men like her. I wonder what kind of person she's going

The magazines, newspapers, and books are now neatly stacked, and the garments have been laundered or folded and stored. Who knew I could be so domestic? I, for one, am really impressed. I never thought I had it in me to organize a living space so efficiently. It feels like a small victory, knowing that everything has its place now. Maybe this newfound domestic side of me will extend to other areas of my life too, like cooking or gardening. Who knows, maybe I'll even surprise myself with some homemade meals or a thriving green thumb!The streetlights throw shadows across the bookcases as Stella works over some papers under her lamp. Her glasses are slightly crooked, giving her a seductive geeky appearance.I yawn loudly, as if I were unable to stifle the sudden wave of exhaustion that washes over me. Though, in fact, I just want to draw her attention. Stella glances up from her papers, and her gaze softens with understanding."You look like you could use some rest," she says. "I think

Stella’s room went silent as my girls and I waited for the widow to continue.“If you want to hear my story,” Naomi starts, watching how everyone in the room prepares to listen, “I should start from the beginning. I have to warn you, it’s going to be long.”No one answers, just a few nods while I wink to prove my point and nudge her to continue.The widow takes a deep breath, her eyes distant, as she delves into the memories of her past. "My journey begins at the humble abode my family had at the Zhenarian border. We lived a simple life, my parents, my siblings, and I. It was a peaceful existence, filled with love and laughter and a lot of work."She pauses, her gaze fixed on a point in the distance, as if she can still see the images of her childhood home. "I was just ten years old when the great war broke out, a brutal conflict that tore through our lands. The next year, when it ended, the losing army — the enemies of Zhenaria — driven by their rage and desperation, retreated throug

Four pairs of eyes stare at my cock with curiosity and hunger, as none of these fine ladies have yet had the pleasure of meeting my new appendage. Arthur Mellor’s junk is quite different from Wrenn's. A bit more on the thick side and with a perfect curve to boot. Hmmm… I wonder if the girls will moan louder or not.I shove my hands beneath my head and grin at the ceiling, letting them take in the image of my new toy. “What if we change the scenery?” I ask. “The last few days we played in the crown prince’s chambers at the palace got me enough points to acquire a nice little something.”I put my pants back on and fish out from my pocket the Harem Hideout. I haven’t tried it yet, but apparently this miniature cube is a multidimensional anomaly. Once sucked inside, you are transported to another place: my own personal realm.How does this even work? [Pull open the top of the cube. There’s a lid that slides open]My fingers run over the smooth, cold surface. The lid opens with a light

Sasha and Bree are also on the grass, one on our left and the other on our right. They both pleasure themselves, watching how I'm having fun with Stella. Her walls tighten around my cock, wrapping it in a warm delight. As she moans her orgasm, I lean over her and, still pounding her, I ask, “Where do you want me to cum?”Her moans drown out what she is trying to say, the meaning of which is lost in her ecstatic state. Wanting her to focus, I grab her by the hair and raise her chin. “Answer me, slut. Where do you want me to cum?” "As a scientist, I feel compelled to test it, to taste it," she says, blushing more than when I call her a slut. Already edging my release, I pull out and move to straddle her and get my cock over her face, leaving no room for her to move or draw back. She willingly opens her mouth, and I shove it in, beyond the narrow passage of her throat. And I start thrusting as I previously did inside her cunt.The first spurt of my semen lands in her throat, and I co