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AI art 'Magazine Cover: Nana-cha' with user description 'Continuing with the trend! Now is Nana-cha's turn. I wanted to keep the essence of each girl in their covers. Let me know what you think. Note: remember this trend was initiated by Octavian.'
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Magazine Cover: Nana-cha

cef_ultra
AI art "Random pics that doesn't fit in sets"
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Random pics that doesn't fit in sets

zuzul
AI art "⛸️ Figure Skating"
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⛸️ Figure Skating

peterco
AI art "Iommi Is Only Happy To See You"
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Iommi Is Only Happy To See You

dreamerofdreams
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elric7472
AI art 'The Quietest Sin' with user description 'The afternoon sun is bleeding through the high stained-glass windows, turning the dust motes into gold. It’s the dead hour of the day—too late for classes, too early for dinner. The only sound is the rhythmic, rhythmic thump of the librarian’s stamps and the occasional rustle of her skirts as she patrols the upper mezzanine. ​Vesper never cared for the curriculum, but she has a deep appreciation for the architecture of a secret. Tucked into the deepest corner of the 'Forbidden History' aisle, where the shelves are tall enough to swallow the world, she’s rewrite the rules of the room. The space between 'study partners' and 'accomplices' has completely dissolved into the heat of the afternoon. ​Every shallow breath is a war against the oppressive silence; every sliding silk strap feels like a thunderclap in the stillness. She’s turned this sanctuary of knowledge into a feverish, high-stakes game of hide and seek. ​Vesper: (Her voice a ghost of a whisper against your neck, cold and deliberate) "Shhh... do you hear her? Her heels are clicking on the marble, just one aisle over. She’s looking for a book that isn't where it belongs." ​Partner: "Vesper, stop... if she peers through the gaps in the shelves, she'll see everything..." ​Vesper: (Tracing the line of your pulse with a slow, teasing fingernail, her eyes dark with a predatory calm) "That’s why you’re going to stay perfectly still. No shaking. No gasping. Just the weight of my hand and the risk of being ruined in broad daylight. If you can keep your composure while she’s standing right behind that shelf... I might just let you see what happens in the final chapter."'
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The Quietest Sin

cef_ultra
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jlixard
AI art 'A evening at the hot legs' with user description 'Today is your day, @parda ! You’ve won a VIP Backstage Pass and will get to meet Priss in person after her performance. The show was absolutely top-notch, but the real highlight awaits you backstage. One of the "Hot Legs" staff members leads you to Priss's dressing room; you knock on the door. From inside, you hear a voice say, "Come in." You don't need to be told twice, and you step inside. Your breath catches in your throat—there she stands. Priss is leaning against a speaker cabinet in her sexy stage outfit: red high heels, hot pants, and a bustier. Your gaze wanders from her heels up to her face. She smiles at you seductively as she places her left index finger against her lips. Priss: You’re even more handsomer than I expected, Mr. P. You don't mind if I call you Mr. P, do you? Her charm completely floors you, and you can only nod in response. Playfully, she traces her finger across your cheek and down to your breast. Priss: Would you take off your shirt for me, Mr. P? She asks, biting her lip as she does so. She leans forward, resting her hands on her thighs for support. She likes what she sees; her eyes remain fixed on you. Priss: Let me dance for you a little. She presses a button on a remote control, and music begins to play through the speakers. She moves to the rhythm of the music, looking incredibly sexy as she does. Her eyes lock with yours—a silent promise of more to come. Priss: Come here and kiss me. You are all too eager to accept her invitation; your tongues entwine. With one hand, she unfastens her hot pants and skillfully lets them slide down her legs to the floor. With her other hand, she touches your erection, eliciting a moan from you. Priss: Mr. P, you’re driving me crazy. I have a different task in mind for that talented tongue of yours. She leans back again and guides you toward her center. Her beautiful pink pussy glistens with wetness; your tongue finds her clit and teases it. Her hands run through your hair, pulling you closer to her core as she moans in ecstasy. Priss: Please... lick my deepest depths... She gasps the words out, breathing heavily. You lift her leg, and she holds it steady as you bury your tongue deep inside her. She tastes so sweet—you have never tasted anything like it. Her body convulses violently as she climaxes. Her leg lowers; she unclasps her bustier and lets it fall to the floor. Her lips are mere inches from your ear as she frees your erection and whispers: Priss: Fuck me, Mr. P! You swallow hard, and the pressure she exerts on your erection intensifies. She guides it into position; you can feel her wetness against your glans. You thrust inside her, stretching her slowly before picking up the pace. The air is filled with your moans as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you both. As you switch positions, she kneels down and takes your erection deep into her throat—driving you wild with desire. Your breath catches repeatedly as you surrender to the pleasure. She climaxes multiple times in quick succession; the exhaustion is visible in her body. You, too, are on the verge of coming. She feels the pulsing deep within her pussy. Priss: Wait... let... me... take it all out of you... You pull out of her; her legs give way, and she sinks to her knees. Her tongue licks her juices from your erection, then takes you deep inside her throat once again. She sucks you with powerful strokes, driving you toward to orgasm. You tilt your head back as your hot cum shoots down her throat. She pulls it out, and you spray the remaining semen all over her wonderful face. Breathing heavily, she smiles at you. Priss: Thank you Mr. P. Parda: I should be the one thanking you.'
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A evening at the hot legs

gildenstein
AI art "Office Lady's gym photoshoot part 1"
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Office Lady's gym photoshoot part 1

salazar01
AI art "Yua, the Japanese Exchange Student"
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Yua, the Japanese Exchange Student

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Chapter#01, The Chosen.' with user description 'You hear a jingle; tiiil tiiil tiiil, a bell tied to a red thread. It is said that the red thread of fate is tied to the people who will change your life, in some way, whether good or bad. All the girls were chosen and are gathered in an astral plane where the goddess of dreams, 'Mirla,' dwells. Mirla: I have gathered everyone here today to commence the 'GAMES OF MORPHEUS,' where everyone will face different challenges, either individually or in teams. The tests will consist of physical endurance challenges, intelligence, psychological tests, etc. The way to win will be by the vote of our spectators. If a girl is eliminated, but someone sponsors her, she will be given another chance, but she will face a very difficult test. We are looking for the best of all, number #01. I hope this list is ready because it starts now...'
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Chapter#01, The Chosen.

dreamwalker
AI art 'Serendipity' with user description 'I was really aiming for something different, but this ones came out alright.'
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Serendipity

marduk89
AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.2: The Chang Case Part 3' with user description 'Case File 2.2: The Chang Case Part 3 Classified: For Official Use Only Brian J. Mason—I need to have Chris run a background check on him; that guy has more to hide than I’m comfortable with. I’ll deal with that later, though; first, I should speak with the three women. There’s a park located in front of the Genom building; I hope they’re waiting for me there—I desperately need some answers. A few minutes later, I find the three of them. The woman who was attacked by... what was her name again? Oh, right—Amber. She is sitting on a set of stairs, visibly shaken; her face is injured, and tears are streaming down her cheeks. The other two look dejected; the woman with long brunette hair is still rubbing her neck. She’s lucky Amber didn’t break her neck. They notice me as I approach them. Hana: Thanks for waiting for me. I honestly didn't expect you to still be here. I’m Hana Amano—a detective with the Homicide Division of the AD Police. And you are? Sobbing, the woman on the stairs answers first, followed by the dark-haired woman. Irene: Irene Chang. Linna: I’m Linna, and this is Priss. We’re friends of Irene’s. The long-haired brunette looks at me with disdain but says nothing. She’s reckless—and that’s dangerous. I shouldn’t underestimate her. Hana: Okay. Would one of you please explain what happened back there in the lobby? I didn't realize what was going on until Irene was already on the floor and Priss was being strangled by that Boomer bodyguard. Yes—Amber is a Boomer. It’s strange: when I mention that Amber is a Boomer, Irene is the only one who adopts a look of concern; the other two don't seem surprised at all. Hana: Irene, what did you want from Mr. Mason? Irene: He was my husband’s supervisor. Roy was at the facility that exploded, and... Her voice breaks, and she begins to sob as her grief overwhelms her. Irene: I... still... haven't... heard... from him... Her composure shatters amidst her tears, and she simply weeps uncontrollably. Roy? Roy Chang? I read that name on the list of victims. She doesn't know yet... She came here clinging to the hope that he might still be alive. I walk over to her and take her hand. Hana: I’m so sorry. Your husband didn't survive the explosion. I don't know the exact circumstances yet, but his name was on the list of victims. The expressions on the other two women's faces darken; Irene looks to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown. By telling her the truth, I’ve stripped away the very last shred of hope she had that her husband was still alive. Priss: Oh, just great, Ms. AD Police. I’ve had enough—I’m leaving. Priss pushes herself away from the pillar she’d been leaning against and walks away. I don't stop her, as I’m still occupied with Irene. Linna, however, stays behind and walks over to join us. Linna: Please don't be angry with Priss. She... hasn't had very good experiences—neither with Boomers nor with the AD Police. Hana: I understand. Linna, right? Did Irene do anything that might have given Amber a reason to use force? Linna: No, she just briefly touched Mason on the arm, and then... Hana: I understand. Thank you for the information. Could you please look after Irene? She really shouldn't be alone right now. Linna: Of course. I’ll do that. Linna helps the still-sobbing Irene to her feet, says her goodbyes, and leads her away. I stay behind for a few minutes to gather my thoughts. Finally, I head back to my car. I bring up my holographic interface to document everything, then I send all the data to Chris; I’m hoping he can find a connection. A few days later: I encouraged Irene to come to the gym with me, and today, she finally worked up the courage to do it. She still isn't feeling well, but it’s a start; I can’t even begin to imagine what she’s going through right now. After we finish our workout, we linger for a bit to talk about Roy. Linna: I understand—he wanted to make more time for you once the project was over. Irene: The project was important to him, but... She gazes pensively at the ring she wears on her right hand. I touch her on the shoulder, and she looks up at me. Linna: I’m here for you, Irene. Come on, let’s take a shower, and then I’ll take you home. Irene: Thanks, Linna. What would I ever do without you? I offer her my hand; she takes it, and I help her to her feet. We both take a long, thorough shower; she seems to enjoy washing away all that heavy emotional baggage. It takes us about twenty minutes to get ready and leave the gym. We still have to walk through a section of the shopping street to reach the parking lot. Irene considers whether she needs anything else, but she doesn't stop at any of the stalls. I let my gaze wander over the merchandise on display. Suddenly, something catches her attention. Irene: Uh, Linna—tell me, isn't that your car getting towed right over there? Linna: What do you mean...? You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.2: The Chang Case Part 3

gildenstein
AI art "Office Lady's gym photoshoot part 2"
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Office Lady's gym photoshoot part 2

salazar01
AI art "Office Lady's shooting behind the scenes part 3"
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Office Lady's shooting behind the scenes part 3

salazar01
AI art "Office Lady new exotic look for photoshoot"
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Office Lady new exotic look for photoshoot

salazar01
AI art 'Fairies Under Glass'
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Fairies Under Glass

littlebambou
AI art 'Silhouette'
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Silhouette

jlixard
AI art '🖼️ Unpublished pics, Pt. 2' with user description '@parda, I still know what to do! 😏'
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🖼️ Unpublished pics, Pt. 2

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