Year: 2018

5 – Clea

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Kate woke with Damon still curled around her, his breathing so slow and steady that he had to be asleep still. She lay still for a bit, not opening her eyes, just trying to absorb every detail. Finally, though, the insistent demands of her bladder forced her to gently extricate herself. Damon mumbled something incoherent, reaching for her; Kate leaned down to kiss his cheek and murmured, “I’ll be right back.” She visited the bathroom, and returned to find that Damon had rolled onto his other side; she arranged herself against his back and slipped an arm over him. He…

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4 – Feeling the Waters (and Other Things)

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Kate blinked, opened her eyes… on sunlight? She was still curled up on the futon, though she had stretched out along its full length. The soft light blanket that had been on the back was now tucked over her. The heavy curtains across the patio doors had been drawn back far enough to allow a pleasant amount of sunshine in, though not directly enough to have woken her. She remembered the end of the movie, remembered her pleasure in it and the need to find out how it would end combating her increasing tiredness​—​it had been a long day, after…

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3 – Dinner and a Movie

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Since there was a possibility of some walking, Kate decided on pants instead of a skirt​—​specifically, loose flowing comfortable lightweight ones she’d bought in Tullovar, of deep purple shades, and a sleeveless top of misty grey, with sandals instead of her low-heeled boots. Around her waist she tied a fringed black shawl embroidered on the outside with knotwork patterns in half a dozen colours, both because she liked how it looked and in case it grew cooler later. She pulled her chestnut hair back in a tail, hoping it would stay there, and studied herself in the mirror. “Looking good,”…

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2 – Silver Linings

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Kate considered her reflection in the full-length mirror uncertainly. “Are you sure about this?” Magda nodded firmly, though her back was to Kate as she searched through her closet. “It’ll be fine, Kate. You came to visit because you needed a change, right? Well, going out for dinner is definitely a change. Honestly, you were practically living like a cloistered nun in Tullovar. It’s just a few of my friends, you’ll like them. If you relax and let yourself, anyway.” Kate sighed. “I’m sorry. Just nerves. It’s been a while. I’m a bit out of touch with what’s in style…

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1 – Fantasies

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Whatever bound her wrists above her head, it was as soft as it was strong. Possibly it was the same substance across her eyes, leaving her blind to her surroundings. Almost certainly, it was the same substance around her ankles, anchoring them to something on the cool hard floor so she was forced to stand with her bare feet the width of her shoulders apart. The air was warm enough to team up with her heightened adrenaline and encourage her to sweat, but the humidity was low and she could feel it drying on her exposed skin—which was all of…

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On Pause

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While I have quite a lot more to this story already in rough draft, just needing to be revised and polished, it’s going on pause for the time being. The response rate is so poor that I can realistically make better use of my time working on other projects. I will come back to this eventually, I’m having entirely too much fun with Jillian and company. If you see this and you’re interested, let me know, because that’ll change the priority level! Meanwhile, check out Prysmcat Books for my other work!

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2.10 After the Party

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“Flair,” Mistress said. “Could you do one last thing? After that, you’re free to go to your own room.” “Help Jewel get changed?” Flair asked. “Exactly.” “Of course, Mistress. Where will you be?” “Hm. I think the living room would be a good place.” “Right. C’mon, Jewel, dressing room.” The towel-wrapped toy was no longer in evidence in the dressing room. Jewel wondered what had happened to it. “Let’s get you undressed,” Flair said briskly. “I bet it’s going to be a relief to get out of this.” She unfastened the small hooks down the back of Jewel’s uniform and…

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2.9 Rescue

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A touch on her shoulder; she identified Nikandros’ musky scent, and whimpered. “Please…” “Please what?” He squatted in front of her, an interesting manoeuvre on his goat-like legs. “Tell me.” “I want… I’ve been so turned on for what feels like hours and hours, and I can’t do anything about it… I don’t know how much more…” “Hm. Well, obviously I can’t help with that directly, although under other conditions I’d be more than willing. Even asking Flair would be breaking the rules. But we certainly need to do something. We’ve been mercilessly teasing you, getting you all hot and…

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2.8 Photography

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She checked the buffet table, visited the kitchen so she could restock a few things that were particularly low, circled around the solar collecting used dishes to take to the kitchen, unloaded the dishwasher, all with no one paying any attention to her. That was a relief, since it was allowing her to calm herself again, but she found herself wondering what next. Not that she would have anticipated anything so far, so guessing was probably a lost cause. She was pretty much on her own at the moment, since when she looked around for Flair, the girl was now…

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2.7 Veggie Dip

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Dagrun was closer to the door, talking in that unfamiliar language to Nechtan the water-man and hairy Henry and Roshanak the Middle Eastern lady who looked like a spectacularly beautiful human with no strangeness visible. She remembered the feel of Henry’s fingers between her legs, how she’d stood obediently still to let him look and touch, and felt heat again—heat in her cheeks, as he grinned at her, but heat much lower, too, and it spread like wildlife. She offered the tray to Dagrun. “Thank you, little one.” Dagrun set her empty cup delicately on the tray and took one…

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