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[XP] [Les] Me, Myself and Oh! [selfcest] [short]

“Six dorrah.” the old chinese man urged, pointing his knobbly walking stick at the mirror.

Six dollars for a full length floor mirror, possibly an antique, definitely a period-accurate reproduction at the least, its immensly flat, rectangular and shiny surface framed by golden dragons, intermingling and flowing along the edge.

“Six dollars?” I asked skeptically, running my hand over the decorations. “Is this real gold?”

“Ya, real gold. Six dorrah.”

Deep in Chinatown, the small shop was full of things like this mirror: Way too nice, and _way_ too cheap.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“Nothing wrong with it, too big for shop.” he urged, waving his walking stick around the small shop. He wasn’t wrong, the mirror took up a not inconsiderable amount of space in the already cramped shop, but even so…

“For pretty lady, I make it five dorrah.”

“How would I even get it home?” I asked, touching the silvered glass of the mirror. When I did, I swore it rippled like cold water, but nothing could be seen on its flat surface.

“Five dorrah include tax and shipping.” the old man urged, and I pulled a fiver out of my wallet. What’s the worst that could happen? Read more »

[XP] The Beta Codes [Str8] [sci-fi] [fantasy] [nc/reluc] [bodyswap]

“Check it, dudes!” Steve exclaimed, barreling into the room. “Got the beta codes!”

“Nice, bro.” Lance offered, eyeing the box he was lugging around warily.

“What’s the rest of the stuff?” Chris offered, pointing to it.

“Some kind of VR peripheral that goes with the game, or something. Like a Kinect, I think.”

Steve unwrapped the box and pulled out three of the four sensor bars in it, giving one each to Lance and Chris, perching the final one on top of his own monitor.

“Who’s the fourth one for?” Chris asked. “Your girlfriend?”

Steve nodded as Lance smirked and mimed a whip crack. “Better to give it to Lee, dude. Girls suck at games like these.”

“First of all, fuck you.” Steve offered flatly. “Second, I seem to recall Linda whooping your ass all the way up and down Rainbow Road the last time she came over.”

“Pshaw”, Lance offered, “Mario Kart is kiddie stuff.”

“And _third_ of all, fuck you again.” Steve pressed on. “She wants in on this, and I’m not getting in the fucking doghouse for Lee.” Read more »

[ff] Sisterhood pt. 2: Midsummer [twinc]

The cove was quiet and secluded, edged by a golden sand beach sandwiched between the emerald green plain of wild grass and the sapphire blue water of the lake. The midsummer sun hung low in the sky, and as it began to set it turned the sky to ruby red, and the lake to a great sheet of beaten copper.

“This is such a great place!” Lily said as she collapsed on the grass, next to the small tent she and Ella had spent the better part of the afternoon pitching. Ella had made her way down to the shore, and stood looking out over the lake.

“No argument from me.” she opined, and skipped a small smooth pebble she found out across the water. She got five skips out of it, before it floundered and sank.

Lily sat up and started unlacing her hiking boots. “Right? Nobody even knows about this place.”

“So how did you find it?” her twin sister asked as she came back up from the shore, and sat down to do her own boots as well. Read more »

[Str8] Mile High Club

Business class is – something else, that’s for sure. It doesn’t hurt that the front of the plane is me and a boozy businessman, two rows in front and fast asleep. My boss could have sent me _down_ on business class as well, but at least I’m going home in style, freshly signed million dollar contracts in hand. Ah well, at least the flight attendant is cute. He looks like he might be gay, though, but that smile of his… I’m almost sad I only get nine hours with him around. Flying sucks, yeah, but with him around, not so much.

“Another glass of wine, please.”

When I speak, he’s quick to come to my attention, too. Gotta appreciate that in a boy. He brings the plastic bottle of white, and pours carefully.

“Celebrating something, are we, miss?”

He’s got a cute little grin, making his words endearing, rather than challenging. I take a light sip, and give him a nod.

“My boss liked my work on the contracts so much he sent me home on business class. That’s worth celebrating, right?”

He smiles to me with a light nod.

“Well worth celebrating.” Read more »

[Les] The New Girl 2: Electric Boogaloo: Sarah’s Story [Ff] [fswitch] [oral]

See comments for meta info.

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“Come on, bitch, live a little!” I said, digging my fingernail into Annie’s side. “Forget about your dick ex-husband, forget about his stupid fucking cunt girlfriend, and let your fucking hair down for a change.”

Annie was such a whiny bitch sometimes. Wah, wah, I walked in on my new husband fucking a bridesmaid after the ceremony. Who gives a shit, dump that sack of crap and get with a real man. Or better yet, a real woman. Finally, with her paperwork settled, I managed to get her out for some fun. As always The Pink Cavern was hopping, but instead of looking at the easy pickings college girls down from sorority row, Annie just sat with her face buried in her fucking vodka cranberry. Of course she’d gone with the conservative look tonight; a black silk shirt and pressed slacks to match, but at least she had the good sense to wear some cute underwear, her blue push-up bra, and the lacy thong that went with it.

“She’s actually pretty nice, …” Annie offered. Of course she would say that.

“Apart from the homewrecking?” I pointed out, and she gave me a lazy shrug. Read more »

[Les] The New Girl [trap]

“Come on, bitch, live a little!” Sarah said, nudging me in the ribs as she waved at the two girls. “Forget about your dick ex-husband, forget about his stupid fucking cunt girlfriend, and let your fucking hair down for a change.”

Sarah had a mouth on her like nobody else I knew. Tall and quick, but slender as a broomstick and an unrepentant and completely open lesbian, when bullies tried cowing her in high school her fists were of little use, so she learned to use her mouth instead, and she did it well.

“She’s actually pretty nice, …” I protested weakly as I sipped from my cranberry vodka.

“Apart from the homewrecking?” Sarah suggested as she gestured to the bartender for some jelly shooters.

“Obviously.” I said with a shrug.

Somehow Sarah had talked me into going out with her tonight, to The Pink Cavern, the town’s foremost lesbian bar. It was more of a club, really, and the bright lights and hopping music had a tendency to ensnare cruisers from Sorority Row who were either oblivious to what the place was, or looking for a thrill. Tonight was no different, and on the dance floor a small clump of coeds in short skirts were dancing along, strong drinks and handsy moves lavished on them by the regular clientele. Read more »

[Str8] Our First Time [XP; short]

As he drops his pants, I can see through his boxers that he’s already erect. I clutch to his jacket as I scramble backwards along my bed. It smells of books and patience and knowledge, all captured in the quiet tweed.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“You know what’s wrong.” I say. I want to scream it. He knows. He _should_ know. He _KNOWS_.

Sheepishly he sits down at the edge of the bed, turning his manhood away from me. A sweet gesture, but now? Too little, I fear.

“I know.” he says with a gentle smile. “I thought you wanted this, though?”

“I do.” I say, gripping his jacket tight to cover my naked body, “But I don’t.”

“I’ll go gently?” he promises. “You can tell me to stop at any time?”

Slowly, warily, I lower the jacket.

“And you’ll stop?” I ask, and he nods.

“I’ll stop.”

I nod as well, and let the jacket fall away.

He gives me a smile as he kisses my knee.

“Is this okay?”

I nod.

He kisses my knee again, on the inside this time.

“And this?” Read more »

[ff] Sisterhood [twinc]

Lily looked sleepily up into Ella’s wide open sky blue eyes.

“What now?” she asked, stifling a yawn.

“He’s _such_ a fucking jerk.”

Lily yawned openly. Ella waking her up in the middle of the night to complain about her latest boyfriend was hardly news to her, and interesting it was not.

“What did this one do?” she said with disinterest as she rolled over to her side, away from her sister.

Ella huffily snuggled up with her. “He wanted to know if I’d have a threesome with you and him.”

Lily yawned again. “The baseball captain? Of course he’s a freak.”

“You don’t know the half of it”, Ella sallied, “I haven’t even gone to second base with this guy.” She kissed Lily familially on the shoulder. “I mean, if we had been going out for a while, and actually doing it and stuff, I guess I might have asked you, but just like that?”

Lily shrugged. “It’s too much.”

“_Way_ too much.” Ella agreed, wrapping herself and her sister up in the covers.

Under the covers, Lily turned around to face her sister. Read more »

[XP] Hate fuck [ff] [bdsm] [fdom] [fantasy]

“Bed so soon, sweet one? Or did you want – something else?”

The pillow soared through the air with a swish, and hit the tall woman true, right in her dark pink-skinned face. As the pink, frilly throw fell to the ground, it revealed a wicked grin playing over her ruby red lips, her glittering emerald eyes framed by jet black eyebrows falling hungrily on Alice. With a throw of her long, lazily curling hair, she stepped up to the bed, narrow hooves on the end of long, slender legs clicking against the hardwood floor.

“You would like it rough, is that what you are trying to tell me?”

When she grinned, her white teeth shon like pearls between her pillowy lips, and the way she crinkled her button nose made Alice want to hit her with a brick.

“What I’m trying to tell you”, Alice said with all the patience she could muster, “is that I would _like_ for you to _fuck off!_” Read more »

[Ff] The curious apprentice [Fdom] [fantasy] [reluc] [bd]

Tonight, finally, Apprentice Myra’s impatience got the better of her. As night gathered, the young apprentice slipped down the allies between the tightly packed houses of the Mages College grounds, in search of Mage Kaley’s door. In her green linen apprentice robes, nobody batted an eyebrow as she passed them; apprentices like herself were relegated for their first few years to delivering packages, gathering reagents, copying ponderous tomes on all manner of terribly boring subjects and other busywork, until a mage saw fit to take an interest in them and share with them their speciality.

Myra had come to the college some five years past, at the age of twelve, and had done more busywork than she could stand. To be sure it was unusual for an apprentice to be picked up before the age of seventeen, but it was unusual for an apprentice to labor for five years without a mage taking an interest as well, so it was clear to her that the time had come to be proactive. Read more »