“I can’t believe Rival’s is closed! They just fucking reopened!” A light-haired brunette named Kaylee complained as she paced back and forth in front of a sliding glass door. “Oh my god! Shut up! You can live without the saloon for a week while they remodel the … ugh …Just Trust Me by Rival’s Rapture
Story Tag: Titfight
Little Mermaid Titfight: Ariel vs Syrene by Luffy316
Ariel was widely known, but not always as the human princess that she would become. She had plenty of undersea adventures, exploring strange places and gathering her collection of human baubles. One thing no one would hear songs or see movies about, though, were her growth spurts. The merwoman wokeLittle Mermaid Titfight: Ariel vs Syrene by Luffy316
Showdown at the Saloon by Rival’s Rapture
If there’s one truth in sellin’ liquor to hard workin’ folks, it’s that bartenders with big bosoms mean two things: healthy tips and thirsty patrons. That draw held, even at a recently refurbished saloon, outside of Dallas, Texas. Where more money than you could shake a stick at was spentShowdown at the Saloon by Rival’s Rapture
A Rivalry By Suggestion by Rival’s Rapture
Day in and day out, Rachel and Thalia had heard it – the comments from their co-workers about how they two were locked in some form of unspoken competition of cleavage, each wearing more and more revealing outfits to work each day, meaning to outdo the other. The rumors had notA Rivalry By Suggestion by Rival’s Rapture
Where Waves and Breasts Crash by Rival’s Rapture
Preamble Ok, so! This is a rewrite of sorts, though it is so different than its original inspiration — that it almost isn’t. I guess you can all be the judge of that. To explain what I mean, someone I used to talk to all the time asked if IWhere Waves and Breasts Crash by Rival’s Rapture
To the Last Breath by Rival’s Rapture
One wave of crystal blue ocean water after another came rolling in and then without more than the most gentle of landings, rolled out. Each accompanied by no wind — no rain, only the most occasional sounding of bird, and footstep of jogger. Almost empty, the beach on which thoseTo the Last Breath by Rival’s Rapture
War on the 85th Floor by Rival’s Rapture
Chapter 1: Cramped between bed and brick, atop dirty clothes and only God knows, stood a short, young and shapely brunette woman. Her name was Jennifer, and she was in quite a bit of hurry, dashing this way and that — taking not her time, nor sipping slowly at herWar on the 85th Floor by Rival’s Rapture