wannabe_wonder_woman, Author at NSFW story

[M/F] [MedievalFantasy] [Gentle] [Honorable] [Protector] [Veteran] [Knight] Rowland and his Princess, from HIS perspective [Vanilla] [Legal] but [Age Difference] Not a repost. Hoping to have a male voice actor to volunteer/ narrate to post to Gone Wild Audio.

Rowland waited for a long moment before easing open the door to her bedchamber. “Princess?” He questioned quietly from the door, seeing her curled into her favorite oversized chair that sat perpendicular to the hearth.

There was no answer. He came closer, and saw that she was dozing under the window, where moonlight was streaming in. The moonlight diffused little shafts of light to show that her chin was cozily tucked into the corner of the chair and her hair fell in loose waves and curls skimming her shoulders and arms down to her stomach.

A tug of affection made the right corner of his mouth tip up when he saw her pale fingers grazing the corner of a book that had clearly fallen into her lap as she fell asleep. The sight of her fingers on the book reminded him of a memory that haunted him still, two years after it had happened. Read more »

[M/F] [MedievalFantasy] [Gentle] [Honorable] [Protector] [Veteran] [Knight] Rowland and his Princess, from her perspective [Vanilla] [Legal] but [Age Difference]

She woke with a start. A tiny noise of fright escaped her. A large figure was looming in the shadows of her bed chamber. Then she saw a familiar crest in the dim light on a silver cloak pin.”Rowland??”

He had turned at her squeak and stepped over to her. He was holding her favorite warm, caramel brown coverlet and approaching her calmly.

She pressed her hand to her heart. “You gave me a fright.”

He lowered the coverlet onto her shoulders like a shawl. “Apologies, My Lady. You were shivering as you slept.”

“Thank you,” she pulled the soft fabric closer to her. It soothed her immediately. She covered her mouth as she struggled to hide her yawn. “Is everything alright?…Gods… It is dark out. What is the hour?”

He stood a few feet away respectfully, half in shadow from where he stood, where light from the moonlit window and the dim embers from the fireplace could not reach. “Apologies again, My Lady. I wanted to wish you many happy returns before leaving, as I would not be here when you woke.”

She gaped at him. “W-w-what? What do you mean “not be here”? Read more »

[M/F] [Biker] / [Girly Girl] [Consent] [Rough] ish with a little [Degradation] [Beer] and [Cigarettes] used by Main Character. Feedback? Be gentle please… It’s my first time. Sorry if I forgot any tags. Also, any real bikers feel free to make gentle corrections…

“The fuck?” Ryder glared at the figure in the doorway of the bar.

The figure moved forward. His nostrils flared. There was silence in the bar now.

A young woman with a pale pink crop top and white jeans that had sparkling silver bedazzled gems at the hip that hugged her curves strode in. Her long hair was dark and wavy with frosted pink ends. She wore little make up, but what of it she did wear, it too, had pink hues. Even her toenails were pink from what he could see of them from her white wedge sandals.

“Honey, you in the wrong bar. Denim and Diamonds is on the other side of town,” Ruben finally spoke up, referring to the country western dance hall. Ruben was the oldest biker in the bar but still had some manners.

“No,” she hitched her hip. “I’m not.”

Ryder frowned even deeper. The voice was familiar. He stood, crossing his arms over his chest. “Listen, Princess.” There were a few chuckles at that. “This is a private clubhouse. You need to leave.”

She arched a perfect brow at him. “Ryder Remington. Still working on your Batman voice?” Read more »