Update - Vote result/Patron originals!

Hi all!

So, after the votes, 'DATE NIGHT' will be the series next continued! Thanks to all who voted, and a 'Date Night' sequel will be the focus over the next few months.

ALSO a big update on the story scheduled to be released in two days... I've had a new health-related issue crop up recently (nothing serious, just a short-term nuisance!) but it has delayed what should have been a prime week to get through the latter bulk of the 'F***cked' sequel. Hence I have opted to release another 'on the shelf' series which has been lurking in the background for a while... a pro-wrestling story called 'Spankdown'. It's a slow burner, but definitely a worthy one in my opinion at well over double the length usually written, so strap in for a long one! - A snippet is included below.

FINALLY, Patrons levels 1 - 3, please make sure to have your original ideas for a story ready, as we will tally them soon for a level 2/3 vote later on.

Here is a snippet from 'SPANKDOWN', released on 4th November.
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The woman dwarfed Jack, long, muscled arms crafted onto shoulders carved out through hundreds of hours of gruelling shoulder presses, a back like twin pillars of bronzed marble. Her long hair was black and glossy, and a frame that originally had been lithe in her long-gone rookie years now burst with rippling hills of oiled muscles, glutes vacuum-packed into yellow latex short shorts that defined every delicious crevasse and curve of her ass.

She turned back to glance at the clock high up on the wall that she probably could have touched without even having to jump, and Jack rested his eyes on the most over (or popular) wrestler of their generation:

Charlotte ‘The Danger’ Danzine.

Even relaxed she radiated a certain something not easily defined; A magnetism lurking inside deep brown irises; thick lips proudly thrown out that demanded to be seen, with sharp cheeks that gave an air of beyond the ordinary, almost alien-esque in her beauty but humanized by a soulful smile that filled you up like a balloon on the rare occasions she deigned to use it.

Jack felt doubly nervous having barely said a word to her.

She caught his eye and he found his face warming, his gaze scarpering away to the clock.

One minute.

When he glanced back she was still looking, this time with a smile flickering at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flicked down to his pink booty shorts.

“Nice ass hot stuff…. All the boys back home must love it”

Jack made to throw back one of the witty retorts that he had practiced in the mirror ever since he was a kid, but a horde of butterflies had taken residence in his stomach and fluttered up his throat, inhabiting the part of the brain where speech was supposed to function. A short nod was the best that he could muster.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe think up a better comeback when they hand you a microphone,” she said tersely, although the curves at the edge of her lips remained, and with that she turned back to the ring entrance.

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Keep your eyes peeled! - TSG123

(P.S.- a Futa Mom's Punishment IS being worked on in the background by the way, and thanks to all who voted for the 'feminizing' storyline!)