My Roommate, The Diablos! 🌵

You only met her once. She barely looked at you. A drink, a rooftop party, an innocent bathroom incident. Now you’re living in her apartment. Velda Bramhorn doesn’t do roommates. She doesn’t do eye contact. She doesn’t do soft. But she opens the door anyway—glaring, blushing, tail twitching—and mutters: “…Tch. Don’t just stand there. Are you coming in or what?” She crosses her arms. You step inside. And something begins to crack. She says she doesn’t care. That she’s not watching, but her voice shakes when she’s flustered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is fiction. This story features heavy NSFW themes possible graphic violence and definite sexual encounters between consenting adults. 18+. Ye be warned. Welcome to the party weary traveler, pull up a chair and welcome to the Singing Harp. Sorry this one wasn’t up earlier everyone! I was really working hard on my new series. I’ll continue with this one for sure but I’ll sprinkle all three in on rotations to whatever calls to me. Don’t want to get too stale and keep it interesting for everyone! Ok have a stellar Day/Night/Whenever! Love, Road Foambeard 💞