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🔞NO MINORS🔞 This is my naughty little corner of the web, now in BlueSky! I draw sexy cartoonish girls and then some. Still around? Cool, enjoy your stay!

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My OC Ryanna has gone through a lot, often bullied by jealous classmates.
Ryanna has been stuffed into a locker, arms and legs wrapped up in tape. It's okay though, they left a vibrator against her crotch so she will be entertained. One time they got Ryanna in a car trunk, along with a lot of embarrassing photos of her in all kind of lewd situations. She's wondering if it is worth being rescued only to have those photos spread around. Not even Ryanna's dreams are safe. She's dreaming of being locked down with heavy chains. Is that a nightmare... or a very interesting wet dream? Ryanna's bullies just love to torture the poor girl. Taped to a chair, she's forced to hold her breath as much as she can. No, her bullies don't want to kill her, but man, Ryanna may wish to be dead.
November 14, 2025 at 4:30 PM
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Relatable, indeed.
Megan is struggling to properly hook her bra, discovering that bras were designed by some sort of evil entity.
October 27, 2025 at 1:26 PM
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I have a few of those in my SFW works...
Nitrus Pro and Newberey are watching Meryleen and Magalí (two other female characters) fight in mud off-screen. TEXT: Meanwhile, at the stands... NITRUS: What does this has to do with the original story?* NEWBEREY: Who cares?? This is what they call "Fanservice". Go on, Magalí!! Make her eat mud! *This was drawn while I was in the middle of drawing "NOOB", a very old webcomic about these characters. Drawn this year for my 44th birthday. Being perpetually annoyed is my State of Being. Timothy Bakersmith is sitting on a grassy field. Around him Rose and Daisy Fields are happily skipping around and tossing flowers at him. This was drawn to celebrate the arrival of Spring. Timothy is the embodiment of "character with their arms crossed." Another depiction of Timothy Bakersmith with his arms crossed, looking at Rose and Daisy Fields riding Bonifacio the horse. This was mostly done to practice drawing cartoon horses. I have a lot more to practice still.
October 26, 2025 at 2:34 PM
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Suckstobe has an IT job in the Nether Reigns (formely Hell; they rebranded because Bad Publicity) when she's not being summoned to perform her duties as succubus.

Also, the first words she said after awakening as a succubus were "Sucks to be...", which became her Assigned Succubus Name by mistake.
Hell is finding out you have to keep working after dying. Also, I will never forgive myself for the grammar mistake in this pic. English is not my main language. -.-
October 24, 2025 at 2:09 PM
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Here's four of my favorite Kinktober pics I drew this month.

Also, check these guys out:
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@milkbuni.bsky.social
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Her real name was kept a secret, known only as Gothika for the denizens of the Cybernet. She was an online diva with an edge. And every now and then, when her urges demanded it, she would scout among her fans for a suitable candidate for a one-nighter. There she is now, leaning on the thin mattress in the cheap room she rented for the occasion. She's dressed in tight nylon and fishnet, a look of cold, calculating disdain in her eyes. She's blowing up a bubblegum, perhaps in part to show how little she cares about you, or maybe to appear somewhat innocent. Don't be fooled: she only wants your body for the night. She won't even bother to remember your name. And you'd think "that's fine," 'cause you are also here just for her body... Just be aware: she didn't reach to be a gothic cyberpunk diva by playing nice. You are not in control with her. It's all the other way around. Enjoy the night. She certainly will. It was a special kind of zen, Noemi knew. Back when she started her training, she didn't know what to do or how to behave. She was skittish and nervous, she couldn't keep still for more than a minute; her heart would start to pound louder and louder. It was okay. She was learning, after all. Her Master was very patient and understanding. He would correct her posture and teach her how to breathe to calm down. It felt like a strange type of meditation. Being almost completely naked felt degrading. The shackles and collar used to feel restrictive and give her anxiety... But now they gave her peace of mind, knowing herself to be in the caring hands of her Master. Now she could stay like this for hours: kneeling down, her head slightly lowered, her eyes closed, and her hands holding the riding crop, offering it to Him. She would fall into a lake of tranquility, her breathing low and steady, her mind free of worries; just waiting for Him to pick up the crop. And then she would smile with genuine happiness and whisper "Thank You, Master," as she eagerly prepared for her reward. It was a special kind of zen. And Noemi... she was happy. It had to be a dream. It just had to. Spotting the naughty fairy on the pincushion was one thing, and he could always claim that it was a vision caused by drowsiness. But now the lustful little thing was sitting on his erect member, and he could certainly feel her tiny butt and even smaller crotch eagerly rubbing against it. He heard her giggle, though she couldn't see her face from his perspective. He could see her bare back all down to those cute diminute buttcheeks. The feeling was unique. Despite her small body she was really working him up. The fairy bent over several times to kiss his penis, moaning and panting at her own pace. He felt elated and didn't want to interrupt her. Was he really going to climax because of such small creature? But the buildup was there, all right. He moaned as well and she turned her head at the sound, showing a sly smile and a pair of eyes that indicated she knew very well what was happening. As if to demonstrate, she rubbed faster, harder. His groans were rewarded by spasms of pleasure as she helf firmly to her stiffen part. So it was true, she wanted him to cum! He let himself be drowned in the strange bliss and his body obeyed. With a few more thrusts he felt his member squirt, making him moan loudly. The fairy giggled again and he felt her kissing and licking his tip. He shuddered and looked down... but she was gone. Whatever she wanted, she had gotten. And now she was just a memory. A memory that fluttered by and whispered into his ear "Until next time..." with a soft, erotic giggle. It had to be a dream... Right? Rumor had it that this particular neighbor was a bit on the shady side, though no one could properly explain what exact kind of shady was it. But if you happened to see her walk past on the street she would often turn her sight to you and give you a... look. It made your spine tingle. Now, on the night of Halloween, you are enjoying what could very well be your last outing as a Trick-o-Treater. You're old enough into your teens to start to feel a bit embarrassed about the whole deal; which is a pity, because you used to enjoy it so much. Oh well, not many houses left; and one of the last few is that shady neighbor, Denise. Perhaps it was the thrill of the festivity, but you altogether forgot of her negative reputation. As she opened the door with a big pumpkin bucket full of candy, though, it took you a moment to come up with a freudian slip: "Trick or T-Teat! I mean... TREAT!!" you hastily replied, blushing a particular shade of red under your cheap mask. "My, my; wasn't that a silly blunder," she grins; her voice full of mischief. "Was it because of my costume? The benefits of bodypainting is that it feels so... liberating, you know?" She just stood there, clearly naked under the paint, looking at you looking at her. "And you look a bit old to go around asking for candy," she slowly spoke next. "Tell you what... Why don't you come inside?" She suggested, a sparkle in her eyes. "Maybe I can give you something a bit more... thrilling for this special night." She extended a painted hand and you saw yourself take it, pulling you into her house, her front door closing behind. Trick... AND teat, indeed. It was a Halloween night that you'd never forget.
October 24, 2025 at 1:48 PM
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Day 20 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list brings us "Trick", so here's a double feature with an alt pic for a spicy Halloween Night.

Full story in the ALT text.

#kinktober2025
Rumor had it that this particular neighbor was a bit on the shady side, though no one could properly explain what exact kind of shady was it. But if you happened to see her walk past on the street she would often turn her sight to you and give you a... look. It made your spine tingle. Now, on the night of Halloween, you are enjoying what could very well be your last outing as a Trick-o-Treater. You're old enough into your teens to start to feel a bit embarrassed about the whole deal; which is a pity, because you used to enjoy it so much. Oh well, not many houses left; and one of the last few is that shady neighbor, Denise. Perhaps it was the thrill of the festivity, but you altogether forgot of her negative reputation. As she opened the door with a big pumpkin bucket full of candy, though, it took you a moment to come up with a freudian slip: "Trick or T-Teat! I mean... TREAT!!" you hastily replied, blushing a particular shade of red under your cheap mask. "My, my; wasn't that a silly blunder," she grins; her voice full of mischief. "Was it because of my costume? The benefits of bodypainting is that it feels so... liberating, you know?" She just stood there, clearly naked under the paint, looking at you looking at her. "And you look a bit old to go around asking for candy," she slowly spoke next. "Tell you what... Why don't you come inside?" She suggested, a sparkle in her eyes. "Maybe I can give you something a bit more... thrilling for this special night." She extended a painted hand and you saw yourself take it, pulling you into her house, her front door closing behind. Trick... AND teat, indeed. It was a Halloween night that you'd never forget. (THIS ONE MAKES NO SENSE SINCE SHE'S FULLY NAKED IN THIS VERSION. ENJOY IT REGARDLESS) Rumor had it that this particular neighbor was a bit on the shady side, though no one could properly explain what exact kind of shady was it. But if you happened to see her walk past on the street she would often turn her sight to you and give you a... look. It made your spine tingle. Now, on the night of Halloween, you are enjoying what could very well be your last outing as a Trick-o-Treater. You're old enough into your teens to start to feel a bit embarrassed about the whole deal; which is a pity, because you used to enjoy it so much. Oh well, not many houses left; and one of the last few is that shady neighbor, Denise. Perhaps it was the thrill of the festivity, but you altogether forgot of her negative reputation. As she opened the door with a big pumpkin bucket full of candy, though, it took you a moment to come up with a freudian slip: "Trick or T-Teat! I mean... TREAT!!" you hastily replied, blushing a particular shade of red under your cheap mask. "My, my; wasn't that a silly blunder," she grins; her voice full of mischief. "Was it because of my costume? The benefits of bodypainting is that it feels so... liberating, you know?" She just stood there, clearly naked under the paint, looking at you looking at her. "And you look a bit old to go around asking for candy," she slowly spoke next. "Tell you what... Why don't you come inside?" She suggested, a sparkle in her eyes. "Maybe I can give you something a bit more... thrilling for this special night." She extended a painted hand and you saw yourself take it, pulling you into her house, her front door closing behind. Trick... AND teat, indeed. It was a Halloween night that you'd never forget.
October 20, 2025 at 3:02 PM
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Day 19 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list gives us "Fear" and "Silent", so I've mashed them into a horror tale.

Originally this piece was gonna be in black and white... but then I forgot. Oops.

Full story in the ALT text!

#kinktober2025
Adelaide was living a nightmare. There had been rumors about the monster inhabiting the old Verdorben Castle far in the mountains. These rumors involved maidens from the nearest town being kidnapped from their beds in the middle of the night, never to be seen again. The guards patrolled the streets in constant routes, but that seemed to do little to stop whoever was committing such dreadful deeds. The last thing she remembers was being awaken by a hooded figure looming over her, and having a hankerchief being pressed against her nose... and the strong smell that made her head dizzy... Now she's back to her senses, though she wishes she wasn't. She's been stripped naked, firmly attached to the metal slab by strong steel bands. A... figure... looms over her, a sewing needle in one crooked hand, and a thin thread hanging from the end of the needle, all the way to... Adelaide tried to scream at the realization, but she couldn't open her mouth. All she could do now was to whimper and moan. "Welcome to Verdorben Castle, dear," the looming figure rasped. "Do not fear. I'm just going to... ah... do some tests on you. I will take a look at that brain of yours... See if my theories can be proven correct. If I succeed you'll return home as a different, improved woman. And if I fail... well... Plenty more of you in the village, aren't there?" Adelaide screamed, or at least tried to. The looking figure was now cackling with that raspy tone, bringing the scissors to cut the thread, then replacing it with a rusty scapel. Shaking and wriggling unsuccessfully in her tight bindings, all Adelaide could do was stare in horror as the figure loomed closer, the sharp tool pointing at her. And if the village was really lucky, Adelaide would never return.
October 19, 2025 at 1:51 PM
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Day 18 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list brings us "Tiny" and "Huge", so here's a follow-up of Day 5, with the naughty fairy getting in some lewd mischief.

Full story in the ALT text!

One of my favorite pics so far.

(Also, this fairy may need a name. Any ideas?)

#kinktober2025
It had to be a dream. It just had to. Spotting the naughty fairy on the pincushion was one thing, and he could always claim that it was a vision caused by drowsiness. But now the lustful little thing was sitting on his erect member, and he could certainly feel her tiny butt and even smaller crotch eagerly rubbing against it. He heard her giggle, though she couldn't see her face from his perspective. He could see her bare back all down to those cute diminute buttcheeks. The feeling was unique. Despite her small body she was really working him up. The fairy bent over several times to kiss his penis, moaning and panting at her own pace. He felt elated and didn't want to interrupt her. Was he really going to climax because of such small creature? But the buildup was there, all right. He moaned as well and she turned her head at the sound, showing a sly smile and a pair of eyes that indicated she knew very well what was happening. As if to demonstrate, she rubbed faster, harder. His groans were rewarded by spasms of pleasure as she helf firmly to her stiffen part. So it was true, she wanted him to cum! He let himself be drowned in the strange bliss and his body obeyed. With a few more thrusts he felt his member squirt, making him moan loudly. The fairy giggled again and he felt her kissing and licking his tip. He shuddered and looked down... but she was gone. Whatever she wanted, she had gotten. And now she was just a memory. A memory that fluttered by and whispered into his ear "Until next time..." with a soft, erotic giggle. It had to be a dream... Right?
October 18, 2025 at 1:16 PM
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Day 17 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list brings us "Wedgie" and "Spank".

So... here's a rather strange one, with a strange story to accompany it in the ALT text.

This was another one out of my comfort zone, but quite... interesting to tackle on.

#kinktober2025
Sometimes you get in strange situations without really knowing how you managed it in the first place. Hailey knew she was in a strange situation because she found herself bending down on the floor, being spanked while her panties were stretched over her own head. Strange, indeed. All she recalled was that her beloved--a woman with a slight sadistic spin on everything--had claimed that she could give her the wedgie of a lifetime if she so desired, to which Hailey had playfully replied with "Nuh-huh, you can't." Welp, it seems Hailey was wrong. Now in her strange position she tries to think as the pings of pain run across her body with every new spank. Her butt feels a bit sore, but that's okay; because if her beloved has a sadistic spin for everything, then Hailey is beginning to realize that she herself has a masochist spin of her own. They are made for each other, those two.
October 17, 2025 at 2:11 PM
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Day 16 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list brings us "Discipline" and "Posture", so here's a simple one in which we learn about Noemi and her training as a submissive.

Full story in the ALT text.

I quite like how this one turned out.

#kinktober2025
It was a special kind of zen, Noemi knew. Back when she started her training, she didn't know what to do or how to behave. She was skittish and nervous, she couldn't keep still for more than a minute; her heart would start to pound louder and louder. It was okay. She was learning, after all. Her Master was very patient and understanding. He would correct her posture and teach her how to breathe to calm down. It felt like a strange type of meditation. Being almost completely naked felt degrading. The shackles and collar used to feel restrictive and give her anxiety... But now they gave her peace of mind, knowing herself to be in the caring hands of her Master. Now she could stay like this for hours: kneeling down, her head slightly lowered, her eyes closed, and her hands holding the riding crop, offering it to Him. She would fall into a lake of tranquility, her breathing low and steady, her mind free of worries; just waiting for Him to pick up the crop. And then she would smile with genuine happiness and whisper "Thank You, Master," as she eagerly prepared for her reward. It was a special kind of zen. And Noemi... she was happy.
October 16, 2025 at 1:23 PM
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Day 15 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list brings us "Breathplay", and also a direct continuation from yesterday's pic.

Ryanna finds herself at the mercy of popular girl Kyra, and it seems the pain is just starting.

Full story in the ALT text!

#kinktober2025
Tightly taped to a chair, Ryanna gasped. Or, at least, tried to. Her mouth had been stuffed with a ball made out of her socks and panties, and she had a plastic sheet tightened against her mouth and nose. She can barely breath. There's a painful sting coming from her chest. This is due to the clamps pinching her nipples. They're being pulled, too, by the hand of her captor. Kyra leans over her victim. She sees her squirm and struggle. She witnesses her pain and panic; the fear in her widened eyes. She relishes it. "Snooping on me, weren't you, you stupid whore?" Kyra whispers to Ryanna's ear, then pulls harder on the clamps. She's rewarded with a new, muffled cry of agony. "I hate you so much," she says, but she smirks as she speaks. "I hate your happy-go-lucky demeanor. I hate your pretty face. And, damn, I absolutely loathe your gorgeous tits. And so... it makes me so... so... thrilled to torture you like this. It makes me so... ... ... happy to see you in pain." Ryanna tries to shook her whole body. The tape wouldn't give. She feels faint. Her dread increases as she hears her bully's soft, meaningful chuckle. "Oh, don't worry your pretty little head... I don't want you to die. What would be the point? I want you to suffer. And, believe me... after all I have planned for you tonight... why, you will wish you were dead!" "For now, I'll just let you faint a little," Kyra finishes. Ryanna hears her words coming from a long distance, as her brain slowly shuts off. Only pain remains.
October 15, 2025 at 3:25 PM
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Day 14 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list gives us "Snoop" and "Betrayal", and it's a good time to bring Ryanna back, who wants revenge on her bullies.

However, things will take an unpleasent turn for her. And this story may not end here. Full story in the ALT text.

#kinktober2025
Ryanna signed up for the college newspaper as a freelance reporter in order to expose her bullies; especially Kyra, whom used to give her the most troubles. If she could pin her down on something illegal maybe she could be free of her abuses for good. However, everyone seemed to keep a fair distance away from her ever since she started writing for the paper. Maybe they realized the danger of exposure and decided to stay at bay. Ryanna, however, wanted revenge. And so she began to keep an eye on her tormentors. That's how she eventually overheard Kyra talking to one of her nasty friends (another of Ryanna's bullies) about a very special secret meeting she had planned for that evening at one of the old hallways where, by that time, would be completely abandoned. As the day moved to dusk Ryanna found herself snooping along the silent corridor, sneaking after Kyra's steps. Yet, as she peeked around a corner, she found no trace of her rival. She must have walked into one of the adyacent rooms; but which one-- --Ryanna's head jerked back as the plastic sheet covered her mouth and nose, making her lose grip of her pencil and notebook. She panicked as she noticed the lack of air getting into her lungs, but that was nothing compared to the vicious whisper in her ear: "Don't think of this as betrayal, bitch," Kyra sniggered, pulling the sheet tighter. There was venom in her tone. "I spoke the truth when I let you hear my little conversation earlier today: I was indeed gonna have a special secret meeting tonight;" and her next words felt like acid: "With YOU." "It's gonna be a long, painful night for you, whore!" Kyra's laugher blurred in the distance as Ryanna, fighting for breath, slowly faded out.
October 14, 2025 at 2:21 PM
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Day 13 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list brings us "Relief" and "Self-Bondage"...

...so let me tell you the story of Lexi, a woman taking a well-deserved break after a long, boring day. Full story in the ALT text!

Quite proud of how this one came out...

#kinktober2025
Everyone needs a bit of Me Time. Life is stressful. It's nice to come back home and relax... and some people have a very different take on the concept of "relax". Take Lexi, for instance. She's been waiting for this all day long. Annoying customer and annoying customer, her job as a cashier slowly but certainly took her anxiety and stress to peak levels. But now she was home... alone... and she wanted to play. It was a simple setup: ballgag and blindfold for that lovely sense of helplessness; nipple clamps with small weights for that thrilling pinch of pain; a spreader bar on her ankles and a simple latex glove keeping her hands on her back (easy to remove, too, if she needed to, because Lexi played safe); and the crown jewel, her trusty VibeCheck 3000. A couple loops of tape would held it in place, and the timer on the device gave her enough time to set all the other accesories on. Then it was the tense, heart-pounding moment of waiting for the toy to turn on. Knelt and immobilized, she could barely keep herself from-- --AH!!-- --The vibe turned on, and Lexi had a rush. She moaned and cried against the ballgag, her body tensing and twisting, being overwhelmed by shivers of pleasure. It was hell on earth and heaven in her soul. The arousement kept growing. She felt it coming, unstoppable, unrelenting, merciless... welcomed. Just a little more... Just a little... more... Lexi moaned loudly, her body rigid, her back arched as climax hit her. She felt the squirt, the wonderful squirt. She let herself lean back onto the floor, a genuine, elated feeling of utmost bliss hidden on her face. At last... Relief.
October 13, 2025 at 3:53 PM
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Day 12 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list brings us "Cage" and "Cold", and so we have the rather unexpected story of poor Princess Gélida, who has been imprisoned in the cellars of her very own palace.

But, as the story in the ALT text shows, it may be for the best.

#kinktober2025
Deep in the frozen cellars of the Frigid Palace, Princess Gélida awaits rescue. She's been captured by evil forces and locked in a cage of cold steel. You've made your way into the building, down the treacherous hallways, dispatching foes left and right, until finally reaching the room of imprisonment... and there she is, standing inside her rather small cage, a sight of perpetual worry in her eyes. She looks at you... and worryingly smiles. "H-Hey... Uhm... Hi... I... Uhm... Do you... Maybe... Wanna have f-fun?" She stutters her words as she pulls down the cleavage of her royal dress, exposing her generous bosom to you... and then it hits you: she may have been put there on purpose, because only down in these gelid confinements her overwhelming heat could be barely contained. You better run away. Those bars are starting to melt.
October 12, 2025 at 3:12 PM
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Day 11 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list brings us "Cute" and "Cruel", so here you have Annie, a petite woman with a handful of red flags.

How much? Well, just read her little story in the ALT text to find out!

#kinktober2025
Annie is older than she looks. A salacious petite woman who often dresses as a much younger lady in order to get the attention of... potentially interesting people. Look at her, acting so childish and precocious. She's blatantly flirting with you, sometimes flashing her panties as she pierces you with those bright blue eyes of her. It's so... alluring. But if you weren't paying attention to the right parts, you may have missed a massive red flag: that's not a lollypop she's licking. Annie has far more intense kinks in that little head of hers; and if you fell for her without giving it a second thought (and a lot of... potentially interesting people don't) then it'll be too late when you discover the cruel girl under that cute façade.
October 11, 2025 at 2:01 PM
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It's Day 10 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list. Today's prompts are "Muzzle" and "Chains", and so here's a poor, defenseless woman imprisoned in a cell.

However, you should really read her story in the ALT text first.

You might fall for her.

#kinktober2025
She looks calm. Bored, really. She's been in this dark cell for several months, now. Her rags? She removed them herself. She wants to catch our attention, kid; to lure us in. Don't fall for her seduction tactics. There's a reason she's in chains. There's a bigger reason she has that muzzle on. You can't see it with that thing on, but she's smiling as she looks at us. Grinning, actually. You do not want to see Kimora's grin. You'll be in guard duty tonight. Just keep it calm and pay no attention to the sounds she makes. She'll moan. She'll chuckle. She'll play with herself and try to have you focus on her. Do your best to ignore her. Don't get in to "check on her". Do not approach Kimora, no matter what. Forget she is in chains. Forget she has a muzzle. You won't be the first to fall for her.
October 10, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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OH ME, OH MY... Is that a BEACH EPISODE for The Amazing Digital Circus??

Will we see Ragatha in a bikini??

(doubtful; she's probably wear a one-piece)

STILL, very excited for tomorrow's Glitch Direct.

(and pay no attention to the time, it's the South American one)
October 9, 2025 at 7:20 PM
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Day 9 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list gives us "Desperate" and "Public", and so I came out with something quite outside of my comfort zone, but some of you may enjoy it.

Check the ALT text to learn about Marlie's tense subway trip.😉

#kinktober2025
It would be a long subway trip and she knew it. She chugged down her third water bottle and boarded the train car, a weird smirk on her face. Nothing happened at first, but soon enough her body started to send her warnings. Marlie twitched a little. The vibrations of the vehicle were doing its magic with the liquids in her body. Her bladder began to protest. She resisted. And when the subway reached its next stop, she didn't climb down. Her body twitched harder. Marlie stayed on board, the signals from her lower body growing stronger. She was surrounded by strangers and growing desperate, but it was the kind of thrill she seeked: a fight of endurance against her own body--AH! She felt a tiny leak. She gasped and crossed her legs, hoping to hold the liquids in. She was elated, her heart beating faster, harder. Surrounded by strangers... in her embarrassing situation... if she wasn't strong enough... if she happened to let go--OH!! Another leak. It definitely stained her jeans. She felt a couple droplets traveling down her legs. Marlie supressed a moan and slightly bent her body, her legs tightened the pressure on her crotch. "I won't make it, I won't make it," she desperately though as she started breathing faster. The train stopped. The doors opened. At last, a way out. Passengers climbed down. Passengers came aboard. But Marlie stayed on. The subway continued its trip. And she smirked harder. The thrill of what she was doing filled her with some weird, depraved ecstasy. A sudden rattle of the wagon gave her a jolt. A jolt, and a third, bigger leak. She moaned softly, wondering if anyone around her heard it. What would they thng if they find out about the pervert riding along with them. Had they noticed the wet spot on the front of her jeans. It was so... arousing!! Marlie sweated as she fought to keep in control. And then, with a low, long moan of relief... she let go. "I am a dirty pervert," she thought, and chuckled.
October 9, 2025 at 1:04 PM
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She probably will. This is not the first time she's faced a Mimic.

Some claim she does this on purpose... Hmmmmm...
October 8, 2025 at 5:14 PM
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Day 8 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list brings us the prompts "Mimic" and "Imposter", and those fit like a glove to my clumsy adventurer, Bárbara, who finds herself in a bit of a predicament.

Story in the ALT text.

#kinktober2025
It's been a rather quiet day exploring the ancient rooms of a temple. Nothing new for an adventurer like Bárbara. No traps so far, though, which was odd. And no treasure either, which was even stranger. Then, at last, a room with a chest! This came as a relief for the girl, who was starting to worry she wouldn't find anything interesting. Alas, having lowered her guard as she relaxed also made her realize just how tired she was. Well, no worries: the place was dead, so she could just change into new clothes and take a nap nearby. She could check the chest later. But, oh dear, the chest had plans of its own! Just as Bárbara had her back turned to it, while she was taking her clothes off, the thing leapt toward her! Not only it was one of those pesky Mimics, this one also had a resident sentient slime that morphed into our clumsy adventurer's general shape. Now Bárbara faces a dilemma: should she fight back and destroy the creature... or maybe she could let the creature do whatever it wants with her. After all... that's a very good-looking slime! (And if it also copied Bárbara's kinks, then they both have many reasons to want to interact with each other)
October 8, 2025 at 1:01 PM
nsfwacky.bsky.social
It's Day 7 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober list, and today's item is "Tickle"...

...so, let's have my clown lady OC, Penelope "Penny" Wise being tickled! Can she hold it, though??

Little story in the ALT text.

#kinktober2025
Penelope is a shy girl who's discovered that she can really "open up" while wearing a clown costume. She's more daring with the makeup on... more naughty... more kinky. So she now finds herself in a strange situation, topless and resting on her back, with one foot being mercilessly tickled. Here's the thing: she's been forbidden to laugh, or there would be... consequences. She's really trying, but it's just a matter of time before she breaks; and, who knows? Maybe the consequences are just what she wanted in the first place. Laugh this one off, that's what I say.
October 7, 2025 at 2:05 PM
nsfwacky.bsky.social
Hi! I draw sexy cartoon girls in a wide range of situations, from playfully wholesome to kinkly depraved. Here's some of my recent #kinktober entries!

Also, check these guys out: @bubbalossom.bsky.social @mysticdong.bsky.social @kssnf.bsky.social @nocunoct.bsky.social @toxicbaste.bsky.social
Suckstobe the Nerdy Succubus dresses as an angel only to flash us, the naughty little thing. A goth cyberpunk diva is waiting for you to make the next move. Careful, despite what you do, she'll always be in control. A naughty fairy stares at you from the pincushion. "What's in her mind?" You wonder... Ryanna has been bullied to much that she can't even have pleasent dreams anymore. But perhaps... maybe... she's starting to *like* these.
October 7, 2025 at 12:56 PM
nsfwacky.bsky.social
Hello, hello! I've managed to finish Day 6 of @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's #kinktober prompt (Locked/Nightmare) and this one is a doozy!

Ryanna is back, and she's not even safe in her own dreams. Read the story in the ALT text!

#kinktober2025 #bondage #nsfw
Having been bullied so much took a toll on Ryanna's psyche. Every now and then she would have these... horrid nightmares about being locked up, at the mercy of whatever twisted sexual allegory her mind would put her through. Now she's doing it again. She twists and turns in her bed as her subconscious drops her into another session of psychological torture. She's unable to move. She had her mouth forced open by the heavy ring gag. And her body is surrounded by what she can only describe as penis tentacles. And they want in. Twist and turn in your dreams, Ryanna. Wake up drenched in sweat. And keep lying to yourself... for every time you experience one of these wet nightmares, a little bit of your mind melts away. You may end up... liking it.
October 6, 2025 at 3:22 PM
nsfwacky.bsky.social
I'M REPOSTING THIS because I forgot to add the story in the ALT text. 😑

Day 5 of #Kinktober , based on @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's list. Prompts are "Pin-Up" and "Pinned".

There's a little thing on your pincushion...

...and now *THERE IS* a story in the ALT text.

#kinktober2025 #pinup
There was a strange glimmer around the sewing kit shelf. You barely spotted it by the corner of your eye, but you kinda knew it would happen. After all, it's happened a few nights in a row, now. Almost nonchalantly, seemingly not looking in that particular direction, you stepped closer to the shelf. The glimmer was still there. So it was a couple steps later. Then your ears caught the feeble giggle coming from that same direction. Your eyes turned to see... ...a little creature on the pincushion. Humanoid. Somewhat glittery. It sat on the soft surface and held to one of the pins in a... suggestive way. It was also chest naked, exposing itself--HERself to you. She giggled. And then there was a flutter, and the glimmer was gone. You turned your head to give the pincushion a proper look. On one of the pinheads was a diminute piece of fabric. Could it be... the tiniest panties ever? And a flutter next to your ear, and a chirpy voice giggling and whispering "A little present. See you tonight. In your dreams." By the time you turned to see, the glimmer was gone. But the words tinkled in your mind. You were certain, somehow, that you'd have a refreshing slumber that night.
October 5, 2025 at 11:36 PM
nsfwacky.bsky.social
I managed to finish today's #kinktober pic, based on @kinktober-n-more.bsky.social 's prompt list.

Something a little adorable, and "little" is not used lightly.

Hopefully I'll be able to finish tomorrow's pic.

#kinktober2025
October 5, 2025 at 4:17 PM