Chaotic Coffee Klatch (tea also available)

Thank you for the kind welcome!

This reminds me about a time I went camping with a group of new friends and we told ghost stories around the campfire. The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with cheap plastic serrated knife. It was something about the August air, or the fact that none of us really knew each other very well. Or maybe it was the copious whiskey and weed. After a couple hours of trying and failing to creep each other out, we devolved into a game of erotic stories in the round.

and wouldn’t you know it, no matter who started the round…erotic tentacles kept being brought back into the tale.
Much laughter.

I ended up being one of the last two people awake. Me and the hentai obsessed tentacle boy. Meanwhile in my mind I was running through scenarios of stretching my own tentacles slowly across the campfire and dragging him back to my tent… sigh
what a thrill
Now that is camping!!! 🔥🔥🔥
 
Thank you for the kind welcome!

This reminds me about a time I went camping with a group of new friends and we told ghost stories around the campfire. The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with cheap plastic serrated knife. It was something about the August air, or the fact that none of us really knew each other very well. Or maybe it was the copious whiskey and weed. After a couple hours of trying and failing to creep each other out, we devolved into a game of erotic stories in the round.

and wouldn’t you know it, no matter who started the round…erotic tentacles kept being brought back into the tale.
Much laughter.

I ended up being one of the last two people awake. Me and the hentai obsessed tentacle boy. Meanwhile in my mind I was running through scenarios of stretching my own tentacles slowly across the campfire and dragging him back to my tent… sigh
what a thrill
You’ll fit in perfectly
 
Thank you for the kind welcome!

This reminds me about a time I went camping with a group of new friends and we told ghost stories around the campfire. The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with cheap plastic serrated knife. It was something about the August air, or the fact that none of us really knew each other very well. Or maybe it was the copious whiskey and weed. After a couple hours of trying and failing to creep each other out, we devolved into a game of erotic stories in the round.

and wouldn’t you know it, no matter who started the round…erotic tentacles kept being brought back into the tale.
Much laughter.

I ended up being one of the last two people awake. Me and the hentai obsessed tentacle boy. Meanwhile in my mind I was running through scenarios of stretching my own tentacles slowly across the campfire and dragging him back to my tent… sigh
what a thrill
Also ain’t nothing wrong with tentacles 😂
 
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