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Probably one of the best I’ve ever read, it’s a short one-shot smut of an elven priestess who’s temple is ransacked. She’s taken away to be the slave of the main warlord, and there’s a tiny (teeny) bit of fluff as well.
It’s pretty dark and very well written, with a mature serious voice.
I’ve tried every search term and website…. Idk what to do :(
Sharla ran as fast as she could. Her legs burned and her long dress was torn but the countless branches she’d crashed through on her headlong rush through the forest. She’d been visiting her brother’s farm but stayed too long into the night. He had warned her of the dangers of the dark woods, but Sharla was stubborn and had refused his offer for her to stay the night. She wished now that she hadn’t.
She didn’t know what exactly she was running from, but she knew it was a race for her life. A beast was chasing her, the hulking mass she’d only seen a shadowy glimpse of dwarfed her petite frame. She could hear it snarling behind her, slowly catching up to the panicked girl. She let out a shriek as her foot tangled in a root that ran across the rarely-travelled path. She hit the ground hard, the air forced from her lungs, but that was the least of her worries. The beast was upon her.
Hello! How are you doing today? My name is Leo and i am looking for some new long term roleplay partners!
I usually write replies in 3rd person that range from a couple sentences to a couple of paragraphs on Discord. I like romance, adventure, humor, slice of life, and a lot of other themes in my role plays! I can rp in all settings, modern, fantasy, historical, or any kind of combination!
My main idea currently is about two best friends who are super close to each other since they remember themselves. They know each other very well and feel extremely comfortable with each other, even teasing or acting flirty from time to time. Even though they never had any feelings for each other, it probably looked like it with how close they were. I was thinking that we could take that kind of relationship to all kinds of places. Maybe they have to separate, and realize they DO have feelings for each other? Maybe one of them gets a partner, and asks the other for advice? Maybe the other one is jealous? I believe we can come up with a lot of interesting, silly and fun scenes and ideas!
If you’re not interested in this idea specifically i have others! For example one about an explorer discovering an amazon tribe, a laid back witch and her serious apprentice, and more. I’m also up to hear any ideas you have!
Thank you for reading so far! Feel free to DM me or add me on discord if you were interested!
This novella is now complete and has been edited, polished, and published on Smashwords. If you enjoyed it and would like to support my work, consider buying a copy and leqaving a review. As with all my works it will be half off for the first week for my readers. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1133805 The original draft will continue to remain free for everyone to enjoy.
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‘You don’t really want to know the answer.’ Those words echoed in Violet’s head for weeks after that night. It didn’t help that everything James did matched exactly with what Rita said he was going to do though. Violet had prayed for the whore to be wrong, but so far her words had been prophetic. Why shouldn’t they be – she’d been seeing James six months longer than Violet had, and was pretty much exactly where Violet was now, last spring. After she’d finished sucking off that anonymous John, they’d gone for a walk, and Rita had told her everything. How James had gotten leverage on her. How he’d turned up the pressure slowly but surely. How he’d eventually gotten tired enough of her that he’d passed her off to friends and teachers.
Aya continued staring out through the glass at the pale-yellow daffodils that drooped, lifeless, from their pot on the windowsill, evidently having suffered weeks, maybe months, of neglect.
“Aya?”
Dr Shepherd’s voice resonated through the small, dimly-lit room, making her body twitch slightly in response, snapping her back to reality. She shifted in her seat, readjusting the cushion behind her so that it fit comfortably against the small of her back.
“Sorry.” She cleared her throat, her voice having become hoarse in the moments since she had last spoken. “What was the question?”
As often happened, Aya’s mind had wandered off, one thought snowballing into the next until it was almost as though she had been transported to another world, lost in a sea of thoughts and indecipherable feelings.
“I said, do you feel like we’re nearing the real issue that’s causing you distress, that you’ve eluded to before?”
Although his voice was soft and unthreatening, Dr Shepherd emphasized the words slowly and deliberately, his brown eyes boring into hers, into her soul, Aya felt.
I slipped off the footstool, fell on my ass, and the bag of chip clips dumped off the shelf all over my face. I had a fleeting fantasy that a man was spunking my cheeks and not clips. I’m not gay. These are just domination fantasies right? 90 percent I’m sure I’m not gay. My vision was spirals. For second the kitchen lamp became the sun, and I was a 39 year old man with a family, beautiful wife, and nephews. Snap back to the real. Or whatever this is.
My name is David. Or Daniel? No. It’s Daniel. I’m twenty nine years old. My dad hates me and my step mom is sick. My brother just moved to Colorado. I live in Denver. I work warehousing for a fab shop. I love the hell out of sativa and whatever was in the hell pills Claire dropped into the Fanta. Oo. There’s still fanta. On the table. That’s a fuck shit easier than fresh lemonade. I’m not sure I could cut lemons anyways. And oh yeah. I’m way too high to go buy lemons. Fuck, my name is Chris. And I’m totally naked and have a raging boner. Dammit.
Several weeks passed since the night of the rave party and the traumatic events of that took place that night, and though some time had been put between then and now, the memory still lingered for all involved. Jake, through deep mediation managed to put the event in context, but nightmares plagued Bree day and night.
A simple knock on the door to her home that morning made her jump as she made her cup of coffee. She crossed the room to the door and opened it slowly, peering around the side as the outside world came into view.
“Jake? What are you doing here?” she asked with relief.
He smiled and handed her a pack of chocolates, looking at her tired eyes, her frazzled hair and sloppy attire. This was not the woman Jake knew, this was a traumatized woman who was suffering.
“I figured I owed you a visit. You come back to work today don’t you?” he asked.
She nodded, beckoning him to enter.
She sat on the lounge and let out a sigh, Jake sat opposite her on a soft, brown leather recliner.
“I just. I don’t know if I can go back there.” she stammered.
Jake nodded, letting her talk. He wanted to hear how she honestly felt with her most pure words; not polluted by verbal interjections or influence.
“I just can’t stop seeing him, that figure, those eyes. I can’t forget, I can’t even sleep with the fucking light off.” she cried.
Jake reached out over the coffee table and held her hands in his as she sobbed.
“I don’t know if I am ready Jake.” she said.
He stood up from the table, guided her to the centre of the room and sat on the shag rug. He gave it a pat, telling her to sit.
She sat beside him and Jake took out a small incense burner and lit up a stick, placing it on the floor in front of them. He placed one hand on his knee and took Bree’s hand in his other and closed his eyes. The incense burnt brightly and the sandalwood scent filled the immediate area.
“Close your eyes and think. Picture that night.” he instructed.
She attempted to close her eyes but her mind wouldn’t allow her to as if some self preservation was engaged in her brain to protect her from those thoughts.
“It’s okay, I’m here. Just breathe, feel the floor beneath you and let your eyes close.” he said.
Bree glanced at Jake who sat with his eyes closed, facing the front of the room.
“How could he possibly know that my eyes weren’t closed?” she thought.
Bree did as he said and took a deep breath, allowing herself to feel the shag carpet beneath her and the polished wood floorboards beneath that. Gradually, moment by moment, she allowed her eyelids to feel heavy and she closed them. She began to feel cold and the wind blowing against her. She opened her eyes to find herself standing outside the function room at the Capital Racing Club grounds. Standing before her, still holding her hand, was Jake.
“What? How?” she stammered.
“It’s okay. It’s a meditative trance. Don’t panic and just hold my hand. You’ll be safe.” Jake instructed as he led her towards the stairs.
“But why here?” Bree asked.
“You picked the location not me. It’s obviously still present in your mind and I want to help put it behind you.” he said, leading her up the stairs.
Bree looked at the storm blowing in, it felt so real. The cold hand railing beneath the palm of her hand, the biting wind, it was as if she were truly back there. They entered the function room and Jake led her down the stairs to the Finish Line Bar. As they entered, Bree stumbled and dropped to her knees, taking in the scene. Bagman held her against the wall, his grubby gloved hand around her throat with the other on her breast. Jake lie under a stack of tables as Andy fumbled with the lock of the shutter.
“That man. His hands, his eyes. I’ll never forget those eyes.” she whimpered as Jake helped her up.
They moved to the centre of the room behind Bagman and took in the scene.
“He had you against the wall. I was under some tables. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you safe.” Jake said calmly.
Bree shook her head at him.
“No, you did. You did your best but he overpowered you.” she replied as the scene slowly started moving.
Jake slowly pushed himself from under the tables and then it froze again.
“No. I could have done more, I just didn’t allow myself to. Look.” he said, pointing to the image emerging from the stack of tables.
Bree crossed the room, still holding Jake’s hand and she looked at him.
“You look….scared? And angry.” she asked.
Jake nodded, remaining calm.
“I’ve thought about it every day since. I’ve meditated, I’ve reflected and acknowledged the whole night. I was scared, but not of him.” he explained.
“Then what?” Bree asked.
Jake shook his head once more.
“We aren’t here for me, we are here for you.” he explained as the scene began to move once more.
Jake’s form emerged from the tables and sprinted at Bagman, delivering a flying kick to the back of Bagman’s head. As he stumbled, Bree watched herself fall to the floor, his knife falling from it’s sheath and her keys tearing off her skirt. Bree then grabbed the knife and looked to Jake.
“That look there. That was the look of strength. You didn’t look for help, you looked for acknowledgment.” Jake said as Bree looked at the determination in her own eyes.
Bree brought the knife down on Bagman as he spun to her and the scene froze as the pair circled around the room and stood between the figures, the knife embedded deep in his shoulder.
“Look at your eyes, that isn’t fear. That is strength, the desire to live and the will to survive.” Jake explained.
Tears welled in Bree’s eyes and rolled down her tired face.
“Don’t let that night rule you. You are stronger than you know.” he explained.
The whole scene flashed in bright white as another lightning stike filled the room, Jake and Bree now standing atop the balcony once more in the wind, Jake’s form leaning on the the rail and staring at Bagman. Bree watched as he embedded the knife in the tree and took off into the darkness.
“He left the knife behind?” she asked.
“Yeah. I think it was a sign that he wasn’t done with us” Jake sighed, the image starting to blur as he let go of Bree’s hand.
They opened their eyes at the same time and Bree looked to Jake who was holding the large knife in both hands.
“What, why have you got that?” she asked, shuffling aside, scared momentarily.
“I took it before the police found it. It could be useful if he shows back up.” Jake smiled, holding it out in open palms.
“You want it?” he asked.
Bree grinned.
“Well it could serve as good bit of home defence.” she smiled.
They both stood up and Bree sat the knife atop the fireplace.
“Thank you Jake.” she said, wrapping her arms around him.
“No worries, just know that I’m always around if you need to talk.” he said.
“That and more.” she winked, grabbing him on the buttocks.
When I was 28 I met Ellie through Reddit and we spent a few months as vigorous fuck buddies.
She was 5’4 to my 6′. Strawberry blonde to my brown. She was very pale. Her eyes were the thing that struck you immediately; very insightful. But they liked to roam too. And you wanted them to roam.
She claimed to have been a chubby college student (she was 27 at this time) and that she kept the weight on her ass. I never saw photographic proof of her college days, but I can attest to how perfect her ass was.
After a long week of ups and downs, a particular Friday came and found me pretty depressed. Having struggled with depression most of my life, I was used to coping. However, this time I was particularly down and frustrated.
“Thank you again,” Sylvia said as we exited the main hall of the Comic-Con.
My cousin’s girlfriend, Sylvia, smiled at me as I carried her four bags. She had cleaned house on all the things she wanted to pick up while here.
“Yeah, thanks again,” Christie said.
Christie was Sylvia’s best friend and was my cousin’s best friend’s girlfriend.
“Max and Wayne would have never come with us,” Christie said.
“Please getting Max to do anything that interests me is a chore,” Sylvia said as we headed for the parking garage.
We all loved Overwatch the Blizzard game and had come dressed as our favourite characters. I came as Doomfist, Sylvia was Mercy, and Christie was Mei.
My cousin Max only played the shooting and sports games. He saw Overwatch as a lame knockoff.
“I love Max as my cousin, but he’s a piece of shit, as a friend or anything else,” I said.
Max had screwed me a couple of times, and as such, we weren’t on the best of talking terms. He still tried to be the want to be gangster that he listened to in the music or saw on television. I had grown past all that, but he always tried to pull me back. So I distanced myself from him, but we were still family, so we had to keep in touch now and then.
Too get the boring stuff out of the way, I’ve been fucking a frat for a bit. We decided to arrange a gangbang on v-day for all the single member who were interested.
Ten guys showed up, I had school obviously since it was a Monday, but I got off at around 3 so we still had plenty of time for fun.
They didn’t all show up at once because of different class schedules, so at first it was me and three guys. It wasn’t overly frantic or needy, they basically sat on the couch and chatted as I blew them while we waited.
As more guys showed up things got more intense. They started spitroasting me, and one guy used a permanent marker to write things like fuckmeat, whore, cumdump, etc all over me.
Once everyone was there they thought it would be funny to put on Shrek. I have a huge monster porn kink, and last time I was there I’d confessed to cumming to Shrek porn before. They found this hilarious, and everytime a male character came on screen (no matter the species) they would all talk about how they thought I’d want to fuck it.