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on: November 30, 2018, 09:32:02 AM
I have a new story I'm working on. Been a while since I've been here through (Real life bullshit), do I still post stuff here for brainstorming and stuff?


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Reply #1 on: November 30, 2018, 09:52:48 PM
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Reply #2 on: December 02, 2018, 01:17:47 AM
It's a story designed to have more plot. People after her, developing skills, and clearly sex, but not full on all the time hard core like you'd see on Litorica. If this is as good as I hope, I doubt it's going up on that page. I'm kind of wanting your guys input for part two as well, where I get in to ability mechanics and the like, to make sure it's solid.

Not sure if you like it copied and pasted here for easy editing, or a link to the google document. So here is both:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WQ1ojzwFYH2YFgRZcSk18VLtUtvWVtrdk2n6WHRmskE/edit?usp=sharing

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Natalee opened up her eyes to find herself staring at a pair of white ankle socks lying haphazardly upon her girlfriend’s side of the bed, the toes resting on the pillow while the tops snaked in a messy fashion down upon the mattress itself. A soft smirk, as a hand moved to rub the last bits of sleep out of her green eyes her mouth gaping to release that inevitable morning yawn to solidify her waking up. Natalee looked away from those socks to look at the digital alarm clock on the nearby in-table, 6:45. Amanda was probably finishing up her morning jog before coming back in for her shower, then work.

“Hmm...what are you staring at?” To the outsider, it would appear as though Natalee was saying this to no one in particular. Even Amanda would have either assumed her girlfriend was talking to her, or that Natalee was going crazy. Maybe she was? Natalee couldn’t really explain it herself, but she had always had a...fondness for simple objects, clothing in particular...socks especially. Of course, the redhead knew she was talking to just that - objects, but no one was around to hear her harmless conversations with such objects, so where was the harm? “I’ll get you a picture. It’ll last longer.” A wink to those still anklets, before she pulled herself out of the bed, making her way to the bathroom across the hall.

In all truth, Natalee always wondered if Amanda suspected. After all, with how often she would gaze at her lover’s feet, without really having a foot fetish, or how Natalee seemed all to fixated on the clothing Amanda would wear? Well, the signs were there, right? Then there is this, a pair of anklets..left to lie on her pillow? Who does that on accident? Granted, Amanda was a rather sloppy woman...not disgustingly so..but definitely the type to leave clothes lying on the ground, or the bed left unmade. But peeling off your socks and throwing them on the ground, and letting them rest on the pillow of your bed is a rather large step.

Before stepping out into the hallway, Natalee made a sideways glance to those socks once again, as if suspecting they were about to do something. Nah, it has to be some odd coincidence; and Natalee would have to leave it at that, she was not about to stop her girlfriend and ask if she had any suspicion on Natalee’s like for her socks. Just as Natalee grabbed her toothbrush and slathered on a bit of that mint toothpaste, she heard the apartment door rattle open, then close shut behind her, followed by the sounds of her love making her way to the kitchen of the rather modest apartment.

“Amanda?” A bit gargled, as she started to vigorously brush her teeth, taking a look in the mirror for a second, before sock covered feet carried that lithe form through the bedroom, and in to the small hallway, to peer down in to the living room, looking to spot the blonde.

“In the kitchen. Didn’t think you’d be awake. Class isn’t until like...eleven today, right? Figured you’d sleep in.” The blonde eventually did make an appearance, walking down the hallway to join Natalee in the bathroom. The blonde sported a very athletic figure. She wasn’t pencil thin, but was more than capable of taking on proper models in any sort of beauty contest. Her hair, when not covered in sweat and plastered to her face, was long and silk smooth, flowing down to rest upon her shoulders and barely an inch past. The blonde had vibrant sea blue eyes that seemed to catch anyone’s attention, complete with high cheekbones, a button nose, and a chin that was small enough to be adorable, but not too pointed to ruin such adorableness.

“1pm, actually. It’s my Advanced Python course.”

“You’re what now? I thought you were a coder, not a vet.”

“And I thought you were a graphic designer, not a struggling comedian.” Natalee smirked, finishing her brushing and spitting in to the sink, rinsing the toothbrush and having a second, quicker rotation around those pearly white teeth. Upon finishing, both she and Amanda moved in to the bathroom, stopping as Amanda moved to plop down upon the bed and grab those anklets upon her pillow. Inwardly, Natalee smiled, seeming to find a solution to the reason those socks were left upon the bed. They were placed there to be grabbed after the run, apparently. There was a brief moment of relief, that clothing fetish was safe for another day.

“I thought it was funny.” Amanda scrunched her nose, using the heel of her left foot to pry off the running shoe on her right, then do the same with the other foot, without untying them. This was a peeve, and Natalee resisted the urge to immediately pick up that shoe and untie it for the blonde. “Guess I’ll work on my puns then.”

“No need, love. You are perfect the way you are.” Stepping up and leaning down to place a kiss upon Amanda’s forehead, then it was her turn to scrunch her nose, seeing a way to segway in her irritation. “Well, almost perfect.” A nod to the untied shoes that were taken off.

Amanda laughed, and Natalee joined in soon after. It was hard not to, really, Amanda’s laugh was adorable, and Natalee was convinced it was 100% infectious as well. “What is it with you and the little things?”

“The little things?”

“Yea. Untie your shoes before taking them off. Leave your socks with their pair. You don’t even care if they are just lying around in a mess, only that they are paired.” A smirk, before going on. “Make sure to fold your clothes before putting them away, or at least hang them up? It’s like I’m going out with my mother.”

“We all have a quirks, right?” A shrug. “You immediately put cooked meals in the freezer for a minute in order to cool it down so it doesn’t ‘burn your tongue.’”

“What!? It does! No one likes eating molten lava, Natalee!” Again that laughter, the blonde playfully pushing her love a bit in the process, before trying to put on a serious face. “Alright, fine. Fine! You have your weird clothing rules, and I get my hot food rules.”

“Done!” Natalee leaved Amanda to get dressed, walking to her dresser to prepare to do the same, pulling out a pair of white panties, a pair of loose blue jeans, a black T-shirt with various pink flower petals floating upon it, and a pair of ankle socks. After placing them upon the bed, she began to strip out of her night clothes, looking to her lover after getting stark naked. “I assume you a heading in to the office?”

“Yea. It’s gonna be an easy day, could probably work from home but I figure the equipment in the offi-” Amanda started to look up, having finished gathering her set of clean clothes - those anklets included - to take in to the bathroom to prepare for her shower, however an attempt to make eye contact with her girlfriend made her realize that redhead was completely naked, her small breasts - perfect for groping and playing with - made all the more visible by the morning light seeping through the bedroom window blinds, and the cool air conditioned area already making those nipples just a bit more poignant. Amanda decided to avert her gaze just a little bit, before venturing further down to see that shaved mound between her legs, perhaps the best part about her girlfriend - her lips...both of them. “Ahh...not sure if I can deal with that this early in the morning.” A nervous giggle “Else I might change my mind, and work from home.”

Natalee blushed. Hard. That’s when the awkward silence hung for a bit. Neither Amanda nor Natalee would ever consider themselves ‘sex maniacs.’ There was no need to have it once a night, and if a week or three was missed every now and again, it didn’t bother either of them. Still, moments like these? Well….they did things, as they would to any natural person young and in love with the other. “Guess these means I can’t join you in the shower?” Natalee broke the ice, moving to put on her panties, and then her jeans to at least cover up the lower half of her body to help Amanda out a bit.

“‘Fraid not. A-at least, not this time. Work, life and all. If I get caught up in your body, we are going to get caught up in bills.” A smirk, Amanda standing up taking the few steps from the bed in to the bathroom, preparing to close the door before the blonde popped her head out again, blue eyes staring down the half naked redhead on the other side of the room. “Doesn’t mean I can’t get caught up thinking about you though.” A wink, before dipping her head back in the bathroom, then shutting the door.

The deep blush remained, and Natalee finished getting dressed before walking over to look at those untied shoes, spotting the pair of worn knee high socks inside of them, and huffing. The redhead leaned down to untie them, staring at the perfectly white poly-cotton leggings of those crumpled knee highs, noticing the sweat stains around the toes already starting to dry up.

“Shut up.” Natalee murmured, indulging in one of her fetishistic fantasies with the clothing again. “Of course I blushed. She’s my girlfriend, and I was naked.” After the shoes were untied, Natalee lifted up those socks and placed them upon the bed, sighing heavily as she moved to get up. Then blushed even deeper, as if something was said to her no one else heard, looking down to those lifeless socks. “What do you mean make sure you are on her when I fuck her tonight? Holy shit...you’ve got some guttermind.”

A laugh, then she caught herself in her one of fantasies, correcting herself. “Well..I suppose I have the guttermind for pretending to think you said that?” A smirk, then a shake of her head. “Sometimes I scare even myself.” Natalee moved over to the bathroom across the hallway, knocking on it twice. “Hey love, you get the mail on your way in?”

“Shit. No.” Amanda’s voice heard over the sound of the shower running in the background, followed up with “Sorry. I blame it on the 5.5 miles today. Trying to increase my runs to 7 miles.”

“Don’t worry about it. If watching that toned, sexy body walking in every morning after its exercise means having to get the mail a few times? Fair trade in my book.” The lack of an answer given made Natalee only smile harder. It was far too easy to put either one of them in utter silence due to blushing, but that didn’t seem to make it any less satisfying. “I’ll be back.”

On her way through the living room, green eyes glanced at her computer noticing the four monitors had not gone in to sleep mode. A scan at all four monitors eventually revealed the reason as to why, the bottom left one still showing the window of the MMO Natalee wasted time in. With it as the active window on the screen, Windows refused to allow any of the monitors to enter sleep mode. A quick move over to the computer to click on the background of the screen - so as to allow sleep mode to turn on, and Natalee prepared to resume her trek to her apartment mailbox on the first floor.

At least, she would have if eyes didn’t also see the window with her coding project still open. Her project final, still a month and change away from being due, but close enough to consider working on it. The project was simple enough on paper: A Tic-Tac-Toe game that has a very basic algorithm to allow the computer to play the user. The game worked as is, but play was predictable and pathetic, it needed work. A look at a bit of the logic in coding, and Natasha found herself mumbling even as she pulled away, her mind now focused on trying to work on the problem mentally.

The mumbling continued even as Natalee reached the end of her hall on the fifth floor, pressing the down button for the elevator. “What if I build an empty dictionary? Place all of the user’s moves in it, and then some sort of logic to have the computer determine from that dictionary, where it should move to either better chances of winning, or prevent the player from winning?”

There was silence again, cut off only by the ding of the elevator arriving, and sock covered feet stepping in and pressing the first floor. Blue eyes looking down and just now realizing she didn’t have shoes, and at the same time, not seeming to care. “Yea. I know it’s not a great answer, but at least it would give the computer logic to block the user from winning, right? Right now it just...randomly picks a free spot, not taking into account that the user might have two in a row, and will win next move.” Those blue eyes fixated upon the anklets upon her feet suggested that she was in those fantasy moments again, talking to her clothes, seemingly her socks the most, on her Tic-Tac-Toe project. A heavy sigh, as the arguing continued. “No. I know the use of a dictionary would make it so that the computer would have the information to always block the players winning move. But it’s better than never blocking, right? I mean, we’ll have to put percentages in somewhere to govern some sort of perceived randomness, but it’s something, right?”

“Hmm..” The elevator reached the ground floor, the light impact of the elevator slowing to a halt was felt, and the doors began to open, Natalee speaking out to a piece of her clothing one last time, blue eyes looking forward now, giving no hint as to what piece that might have been. “...yea, you’re right. Maybe building an Array is a better answer…”

“Morning Charlie.” Blue eyes fell upon the middle aged man behind the counter, the manager of the modernized apartment building. Natalee didn’t know his exact age, but figured he wasn’t that much older than her based on his looks alone. Natalee was about to hit twenty three in a few months time, and Charlie barely looked like he was breaking into his thirties. The man looked like he worked out, and based on those chiseled looks, had to assume either he had a significant other, or had women lining up to be one.

“Hey Natalee, how’s it going? You're not heading out are you? Cause if you are...uh…” A brief nod offered, then another, then Charlie tried to use his brown eyes to ‘point’ to Natalee’s shoeless feet. Eventually Natalee got the hints, looked at her feet, wiggled her toes inside those anklets a bit, then laughed. “No. Got the morning to myself. Just getting the mail.” A left index finger moving to tab a forefinger on her forehead. “Still too early for me, I guess.”

“Coffee at the bar if you need it. We got the shipment of are regular stuff in, so it isn’t the shit we had last morning, thank God.” Charlie kept his gaze upon Natalee even as she moved to the line of iron containers each marked with the numbers of their respective apartment rooms. Natalee didn’t mind, lifting up her key to insert into the keyhole and twist, pulling the door open to look inside and see a modest stack of envelopes coupon packets and other junk mail. The top being a simple white envelope with some sort of wax stamp sealing it shut.

“Nah I’m good. Thanks tho-Ahhh, damnit.” Charlie watched as Natalee pulled her right hand out of the mailbox, leaving the hand to dangle in the air behind her head and shake it profusely, as if trying to fling away whatever it was that got her. Eventually, the hand was pulled back in so that green eyes could gaze down upon it, her left hand grabbing her right arm by the write to keep it still while examining. “Ahh...God damnit..”

“You ok?” Charlie put down what was in his hands and moved from behind the counter to approach the woman, his eyes focused on the same hand to see if there was anything he could do to help. “What happened? Cut yourself?” Charlie sighed, then clicked his tongue against the front of his teeth before saying “I told him. I fucking told him that the guy putting in these new mailboxes did a shit job or something. The metal didn’t look tapered off, like there were sharp bits in there. Ugh...I’m sorry…”

“No. I’m not cut. I just got….I don’t know...shocked?” Natalee didn’t agree with her own assessment even as she said it. It didn’t feel like a shock at all. The effect was warm, and engulfed her hand entirely. While it did indeed feel strange and unusual, the reaction was made solely out of shock, not out of pain. “I’m fine. Whatever it was, it’s subsided.”

“Wear shoes next time. You probably got shocked from all the static buildup from the carpet.” A smirk offered, though Natalee only returned with a half assed smirk of her own. “Had to be, huh?” A shrug, then a genuine smile to Charlie, which in turn made him smile all the more “Thanks for the concern, though. I’m heading back up.” The redhead already turning her back to the manager and heading to the elevator. “Got to figure out what to keep, and what to toss.”

“Need anything, don’t forget to call.” Charlie waved, even though the woman’s back was to him. Despite this, the redhead waved back before the ding of the elevator was heard, and she stepped in to disappear behind the closing doors.

Green eyes fell upon the odd wax sealed envelope first, taking note of the odd symbol stamped within it. It looked like a lopsided ‘V’, with its point pointing down and to the left , rather than straight down as a normal V would have, and the angle seemed far more convex, making it look thinner. On the right top of the V, were it normally would end, the design continued on, eventually forming a rather elegant looking spiral that covered the entire top of the odd looking letter.

“What the fuck is this?” Said to no one in particular, as Natalee broke the seal, and pulled out what looked like, for all intents and purposes, a simple card, of the same elegance one might see when being invited to a wedding. The front of the card reading in a very victorian cursive:

To Artivicar Natalee Stillman
Daughter of the Grand Artificer


 ‘What the fuck’ was mouthed again, as the elevator continued to ride up to the fifth floor, green eyes only looking up long enough to see she had just reached the second before going down to the odd card. ‘Artificer Natalee Stillman? Daughter of the Grand Artificer?’ Even before opening the card to read the rest, there were two questions burning in her mind: What the fuck is an Artificer, and who the hell is Natalee Stillman?

As the elevator dinged to suggest it hit the third floor, Natalee conceded the idea that she might be Natalee Stillman, having never known her mother or father, and her adoptive parents: Mr and Mrs. Klein, having told her that she was orphaned at childbirth, and that even they didn’t know who her birth parents were. Still, that was a bit much to take in, wasn’t it? Twenty two years of not knowing a thing, and suddenly, now, a card suggesting her last name was Stillman, not Klein?

At the ding of the fourth floor, Natalee put away her curiosities and opened up the card, reading it aloud, as if allowing everything else to hear as well:



“My Dearest Natalee,

How I would love to take the time to write a proper letter, and try to explain what must be a confusing and shocking revelation to you, I fear I do not have the time. I must keep moving, and also make you aware of the dangers pursuing me are beginning to catch wind of your existence as well, that I have a daughter, and you are she. Rest assured, dearest Natalee, that such explanations do lie in this card, just not in the mundane writings you are reading now.

I have arranged such workings that on your first..”

Ding. Green eyes look up as the doors elevator opened up, and her floor was revealed, noticing Amanda standing on the other end, dressed in black khaki’s, and one of her novelty T-shirt with a black base, and a series of white markings on the front that at first glance look nothing more than some result of a drunken artist. Natalee knew however, that upon looking at it for a bit longer, and the hidden message was revealed. The phrase: “Fuck Off.” It caused Natalee to grin. “Your work must be casual as fuck to let you wear that...or you work with idiots.”

“Why not both?” A devilish grin upon Amanda’s face as she stepped in to the elevator just as Natalee stepped out, the two exchanging a lasting kiss along the way. “See you in a bit, love. Probably will be home shortly after you finish your classes for the day.”

“Sounds good. I’ll look in to dinner.”

“Ohhh...don’t.” That devilish grin still there even as the doors closed, Amanda ended with, “We both know you're a terrible cook.” Natalee managed to fire daggers at her lover before the doors sealed completely, a brief snicker before walking back to the apartment.

After sliding the keycard through the reader, Natalee pulled down on the handle and bumped the door open with her rear, stepping in to let the door swing shut behind her then throwing the small pile of mail upon the counter of the open kitchen. Green eyes looked to the stranger letter still on top, but didn’t bother to pick it up and continue reading again, convinced it was just a misaddressed letter, or some weird prank. Instead, sock covered feet carried her back in to the bedroom after the trek through the short hallway, stepping in to notice the knee high socks Amanda wore on her run still strewn loosely upon the bed, now accompanied with the other clothing she ran in, and the towel she used to drive with, scattered among the ground.

“I swear to God, it’s times like this, that she knows.” Natalee said, feigning an angry sigh, but not angry in the least as she looked at the mess, admiring it. The sports tank top and shorts were form fitting, and the running shoes were top dollar as well, Amanda didn’t skimp out on her running attire in the least, and Natalle didn’t mind because it painted a stunning imagery of the clothing at work, the attire working perfectly with that amazing body, making it all the more stunning. “I feel like I’m cheating sometimes, you know?” Green eyes looking to those white knee high socks once again, this time taking note of the small puma figure at the top of the toes. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Amanda, to death.”

“Still, you girls are a form of sexy all its own.” Natalee moved to pick up those puma knee highs, moving to place them at the top of the dirty clothes hamper with the rest of the running attire following shortly after. “That can’t be wrong, right? Amanda? Sexy. Amanda’s clothes? Sexy. Put them together? You are only going to get more sexy, right?” Natasha nodded to herself in affirmation, before walking back out into the hallway, towards the bathroom to see if anything else was just thrown loosely about.

“Couldn’t agree more, really. You two humans are perfect for each other, Mistress. It’s too bad she doesn’t see us in the same way you do.” Natalee froze in her tracks just then, hearing a voice in her head that seem to carry with it an english accent. It wasn’t unfamiliar to her, for Natalee created that voice herself, often imagining it being used as the voice of a piece of clothing she wore, when she was in one of her fantasy states. Much like the ride down the elevator. The catch was, she didn’t think that. That statement was not something Natalee mimicked as something spoken...it was actually spoken, by something else. “She’s close, Mistress, if you will permit us to say such. Amanda suspects your interest in clothes, more so in socks, but it really isn’t something you humans talk about openly, is it?”

“...ok...what the fuck is going on?” The knot forming in Natalee’s stomach was heavy, and was growing heavier by the second. Her mind racing with thoughts, determining if she should turn around or shouldn’t, if she was in danger or not. Simply out of pure precaution, fingers moved about rather shakily for something to grab a hold of, something to swing. “Who’s there? What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t read the note, did you Mistress? We suspected you wouldn’t, even told her that. ‘No.’ She was adamant. ‘This is the only way. I can’t risk a meeting with my daughter, not now.’ Honestly, we don’t see why she couldn’t have just projected the information straight in to your mind. Clearly she had the ability to make us the messenger, surely that wouldn’t have been a…”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Forgive us, Mistress.” Then a long moment of silence, Natalee taking that time to finally get the urge to turn around, green eyes peering out into the hallway to try to catch a glimpse of whoever was in her apartment. “We are rattling on. We can explain everything, and we will, bound to you as we are. However…”

“...however, what?”

“Well...you didn’t read the note. So the buffer explained within of our sudden existence hasn’t been seeded.”

“...what the fuck...your point?”

“The point, Mistress, is you are not ready to see us. The moment you do, you will scream, or faint. Or scream then faint. Or faint, wake up, then scream. We could silence you, and we suspect you’d enjoy that a great deal...if it wasn’t for the initial shock and fear that would interfere.”

“Alright. Alright. How about this?” This was terrifying in its own right, having no idea where this voice was coming from, and feeling as if it was directed right inside her head. There was no physical voice being carried for others to hear or eavesdrop on. Which meant, as impossible as this sounds, there wasn’t somebody in here at all, but rather something. “I..um...I won’t scream. I...I promise. I mean, I know I can’t promise something likely involuntary, but I will gag myself...or something; but only if I can ask some questions first.”

“Fair enough, Mistress. As we are bound to serve you, know that we can not, nor ever will, lie. Though it isn’t our place to issue demands, we must ask you to consider a few things. First of which is that the questions asked must not be of a complex nature. “Who are you?” “Where are you?” “What are you doing here?” and other questions requiring a detailed answer must wait. Second, we are bound to believe your offer to gag yourself should you feel the need to scream.  However, as this situation necessitates, we will do so ourselves should it be required. We can only asked for our Mistress’s forgiveness should it come to this.”

Natalee, keeping her back to the wall of the short hallway, slowly inched down it into the open living room, spotting her cell phone next to her computer. The idea was to call someone - though probably not the police - for assistance. Perhaps Charlie would be enough to keep whatever was happening at bay, without fully confessing that she was going bat shit crazy, hearing voices in her head. “Alright. Ok. Are you here to hurt me?”

“Of course not, Mistress. We are to serve as your familiar, your companion, your construct, your focus. Whichever title suits you most.”

“Are you here to hurt Amanda?” The end of the hallway reached, green eyes looked around for any evident danger, before sock covered feet tiptoed quickly towards her Samsung Galaxy, rapidly trying to place her thumb print on the screen to unlock it and prepare to call for help.

“Again, no, Mistress. In fact, we were created with something from your lover Amanda. Because of this, her love for you has been imparted upon us as well, only strengthening our desire to serve, protect, and befriend you.”

Natalee stopped fidgeting with her phone upon hearing both answer resultings in a no. The logic in her mind telling her she has no rhyme or reason to place trust in this voice, but yet another part of her stating exactly the opposite. What was being said was genuine. The phone was left to fall back in to sleep mode again, green eyes looking down the hallway, as if having a feeling that’s where the voice originated from, the bedroom. “Why are you here?”

“Forgive us, mistress, but that question is far too complex to answer given the rules of this quid pro quo situation. Rest assured, we will answer it, but only after a formal meeting is made.”

“Right..right. Sorry.” Desperately, Natalee wanted to find other questions to ask, to delay the inevitable: the satisfaction of whoever They were, coming out to greet Natalee, and her not screaming as a result. There was nothing, however. The two biggest questions were asked already, and any others on her mind would be denied an answer for being ‘too complex.’ A heavy sigh, and Natalee leaned up against the armrest of the couch, lifting up her left foot to pull off the ankle sock, bunching it up in her hand and holding it near to her mouth. Disgusting? Probably, to onlookers. Natalee often wondered if Amanda would think the same as well, if licking or kissing a new or used sock was disgusting. Honestly, depending on the use, Natalee would agree...but this anklet lightly worn as it was, had barely a hint of sweat on it, besides, it’s not like she hasn’t done this a few times before, and it would satisfy the ‘no screaming’ bit.  “I guess...if you can’t lie, that’s all I need to know. Now, show yourself. I’m prepared to force myself in to silence if need be.”

“Very well, Mistress. We are coming.” When Natalee heard soft movement in the bedroom, she already started to shake her head slightly, muttering the words ‘no’ and it can’t be over and over again. This was a dream, and Natalee was going to wake up at any moment with Amanda either at her side, or back any minute from her morning runs. No one could be in this apartment save for herself, and certainly no one was in the bedroom. This was impossible.

When the redhead witnessed her girlfriend’s running attire tumble down to the floor, as if disturbed by something underneath, she shook her head even more. Natalee felt her heart beating a mile a minute, and eventually started to hear it as well. Nobody was in her room, but something surely was. Logic was already working over time. Natalee had picked up Amanda’s knee high socks and put them in the been, and then shortly after her running attire. Socks first..then attire. For the attire to simply tumble to the floor like that…

...something had to have moved them from underneath..pushed them out of the way.

“This is a dream. It’s a fucking mouse. This isn’t fucking right. This can’t happen.”

Yet it was happening, and all attempts at cold hard logic simply faded away the moment she could see just the hint of those toes, filled out as if feet were within them. Natalee could feel her vision start to tunnel now, her heart racing faster and faster as those knee high socks stepped out into the hallway, all on their own, like in her dreams. Even those leggings were pulled up to right under the knee of her lover, were she to wear them. Lithe, toned, beautiful. Like in her dreams.

“Holy fuck. What the fuck. I’m dreaming.” Natalee’s mind tried to impress upon her that this was the only option. This can’t happen in real life. Yet it was. If this was a dream, why was Natalee panicking like this? If this was a dream, Natalee knew this could happen, wanted it to happen. There was no fear, no doubt. So if this was a dream, why was her heart racing a mile a minute, and her body feeling light?

“It’s not a dream, Mistress. Please don’t fight it. We understand this is hard to take in but…”

“It’s a fucking dream!” Natalee at least had the composure to bite down on that ankle sock within her hand, muffling her desires to scream that over and over again, looking at those worn puma knee highs that were still walking towards her. “..is an’t ee aphening.” The sock gag garbling her cries out as she staggered a bit, finding purchase upon the armrest of the couch.

“...Mistress!” The last thing Natalee saw was those knee highs breaking in to a sprint, as the redhead simply collapsed upon the couch, feeling her head bounce upon the soft cushions of the furniture. The ankle sock in her mouth slipped out to lie lifelessly upon the cushion as Natalee felt herself succumb to the fainting. The last thing seen out of the corner of her eye was the living footwear clammering up on the back of the couch, standing over her.
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Reply #3 on: December 03, 2018, 12:15:01 AM
Im sure its gonna be a fun read. Especially after days withoutany content around here.


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Reply #4 on: December 03, 2018, 10:20:24 AM
Maybe next time you can refer to the characters with their names more often cuz sometimes you mixed up the blue eyes/green eyes thing and it confuses me. As for the rest, its looking pretty good...and hot of course.
I hope the running outfit gets more involved. Cant wait for the next part.


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Reply #5 on: December 03, 2018, 10:07:51 PM
Awesome stuff! Being more narrative focused as opposed to sex focused is great, you have alot of cool things happen regarding characters and their dynamics/relations in your other content so it would be exciting for you to flush that out even more.


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Reply #6 on: December 05, 2018, 08:21:54 AM
I used 'green eyes' a disgustingly bad amount of times in that writeup. :/. Ironically, I was trying so hard not to repeatedly use the character names, that I just ended up repeating some other aspect of them. It's been fixed, thanks for the mention. Hopefully in a few hours I will have a link to Chapter 2.

Edit: Link to chapter 2 thread here
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