Thyri's humble little shack out back

[yeishia]

*Gives a warm affectionate hug right back, lingering in the embrace and stroking your long lovely hair and down your back with my hands, straying dangerously near your pert butt, but remembering in time that we're friends.*

*giggles and blushes but doesn't move from your arms enjoying instead the moments of closeness between friends because it feels very right.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*giggles and blushes but doesn't move from your arms enjoying instead the moments of closeness between friends because it feels very right.*

* A soft kiss on the cheek, and a hand holding yours as I lead you to a place to sit ( a lawn chair out front, not what you might be thinking for the Little Shack.)

 

[yeishia]

*Smiles happy to share the afternoon in this special place with this special someone, while her body completes many chores in the real world*

Thank you Thyri.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Smiles happy to share the afternoon in this special place with this special someone, while her body completes many chores in the real world*

Thank you Thyri.

You're welcome, my sweet friend.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

 

[Annisthyrienne]

That's how my sister holds her gun, pulling the trigger with both hands.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

New story ideas

Twice Dead: In a zombie apocalypse future a female vampire finds herself in the odd position of having to fight to save humans to conserve her food supply from the ravening zombie hordes. In one such incident, she defends a survivor (could be male or female) from being overrun by hundreds of zombies by helping the survivor make a stand in a barricaded building. The price she demands for her help puts the survivor in a sticky situation. But after all, blood can be replaced; flesh, not so much.

In the days or weeks that follow, they each find out that there is something else that the other can provide. Each one finds the stimulation of someone else intelligent to interact with, (and sexy enough to find other interesting ways of interacting) to be something they missed ore than they thought. They end up caring about each other quite a bit.

Oh Sister, Mine.: This one came to me in a dream last night. I was one of five sisters in a Victorian era household. Mother is a laudanum junkie, and rather dull and depressed. My sisters are all young, a little wild and frisky. I am the one among them who prefers women to men, and because of that unusual proclivity I am rather quiet and reserved in my behavior compared to them. Three of my sisters either don't know or don't understand my tastes and tend to avoid me, making fun of me behind my back as they pursue their own amorous liaisons with young men. My other sister knows about me and although she chases her share of men too, she finds that rather than be repulsed by my preferences, she is intrigued by them. She delights in flirting and teasing with me to get me all aroused, but then hasn't the courage to go through with anything. After all, we are sisters. Neither of us would bend the boundaries of propriety that much, right?

Until the day she pushes me just a little too far.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

hop
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[Annisthyrienne]

*Offers the bunneh a chocolate fudge covered graham cracker.*









Yeah, I know it's not typical rabbit food, but who really likes to eat that stuff?

 

[palemoon2035]

Wandering through the woods. Unsure of my exact destination. Invitation in hand, grasping it so tightly I have crinkled and mangled in beyond recognition.

I know it is here somewhere.

Finally seeing it. The tiy little shack. So isolated, so peaceful....and so small. How could anyone live here, or even just hide out in this tiny little thing?

Peaking in through the tiny window. Seeing the wonderous space inside. Time Lord Technology! Here in the woods? I had no idea the Elvish had gotten their hands on such a thing. How beautiful! Looking around, checking for Daleks....just in case. Nope, this is just a nice little shack, with wonderous magic inside.

Knock, knock, knock!

Hi Thyri. I just wanted to stop by.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Welcome to my shack, Beautiful Moon! I have an extra seat if you'd like to visit. I live in luxury; a two hole throne! *Hugs her silvery pale sexiness in welcome.*

 

[palemoon2035]

Welcome to my shack, Beautiful Moon! I have an extra seat if you'd like to visit. I live in luxury; a two hole throne! *Hugs her silvery pale sexiness in welcome.*

*returnig the hug of my elvish friend. Taking a seat.* Such a lovely place for such a lovely woman. How do you...welll...what do you...I mean...it's just so small outside...and big inside.

And of course, how are you this evening?

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*returnig the hug of my elvish friend. Taking a seat.* Such a lovely place for such a lovely woman. How do you...welll...what do you...I mean...it's just so small outside...and big inside.

And of course, how are you this evening?

Oh, the space comes entirely from tasteful decorating. You can do wonders with a couple throw pillows in the right soothing shades.

Seriously, today was not a good day for most of it. I came home from work wrung out and hung up to dry, mentally speaking. But things got better, and continue to look up.

 

[palemoon2035]

Oh, the space comes entirely from tasteful decorating. You can do wonders with a couple throw pillows in the right soothing shades.

Seriously, today was not a good day for most of it. I came home from work wrung out and hung up to dry, mentally speaking. But things got better, and continue to look up.

*hugs and then cuddles up next to you*

I have had many of those days. I could use a nap...or even go to bed for the night.

I do love what you have done with the place. I think I will have you decorate my home someday.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*hugs and then cuddles up next to you*

I have had many of those days. I could use a nap...or even go to bed for the night.

I do love what you have done with the place. I think I will have you decorate my home someday.

I think it's the little heart shape cut into the door that makes the whole thing.

I had a great little visit in chat from my pretty angel, who somehow just knew exactly what I needed to feel tonight. Did you ever have someone come into your life that just makes it so much better? It's like the sun came out from behind the clouds when she became my friend.

I'm lucky to have such friends. And lucky to make new ones too. *Wraps my arms around you, nuzzling your cheek with my lips.*

 

[palemoon2035]

I think it's the little heart shape cut into the door that makes the whole thing.

I had a great little visit in char from my pretty angel, who somehow just knew exactly what I needed to feel tonight. Did you ever have someone come into your life that just makes it so much better? It's like the sun came out from behind the clouds when she became my friend.

I'm lucky to have such friends. And lucky to make new ones too. *Wraps my arms around you, nuzzling your cheek with my lips.*

*smiles...just smiles* I know exactly what you mean. I could not have said it any better. I cherish those friends of mine who can make a dreary day so much brghter. There are few and far between that I have met who are so gentle and caring. Just knowing they are there makes me smile. I am glad your angel was there for you today.

I do love the heart shape window. The perfect window for the loving owner of this shack.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Reaching into the cooler and pulling out a couple bottles of Woodchuck's Hard Cider, opening each and handing one to my newest friend.*

Cheers! I know this will probably make me drowsy, but it's bedtime anyway soon, so no harm.

 

[palemoon2035]

*Reaching into the cooler and pulling out a couple bottles of Woodchuck's Hard Cider, opening each and handing one to my newest friend.*

Cheers! I know this will probably make me drowsy, but it's bedtime anyway soon, so no harm.

Woodchuck! Woodchuck! Woodchuck! Oh, how Love hard cider! Cheers! I am so lad to have somone to drink this with. I will be off to bed after this bottle. Do take care. Sleep well!

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Woodchuck! Woodchuck! Woodchuck! Oh, how Love hard cider! Cheers! I am so lad to have somone to drink this with. I will be off to bed after this bottle. Do take care. Sleep well!

YAY! I haz a drinking buddy! And they said elves were weird for drinking fruity drinks. *Sneaks a kiss good night before you go.* Come back and visit me anytime. We'll enjoy a cold one together.

 

[palemoon2035]

*walks up to the door. Sets down a six pack of Woodchuck with a note attached*

Thyri,
I think I should help you replenish your stock.
Moon

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*walks up to the door. Sets down a six pack of Woodchuck with a note attached*

Thyri,
I think I should help you replenish your stock.
Moon

*I return to my Little Shack to find the thoughtful gift, reading the note with a smile. I place the six on ice in the cooler, prepared to share it with my new friend when she can stop by again.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Scrawled on the wall.....

(Excerpt from a story by email I'm doing with Kitten_claws82 about a female animal control officer in a rural Georgia county who is called out on a stray dog/livestock harassment call, only to be attacked by a werewolf that a farmer had cornered in his barn.)




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Abby's entire awareness narrowed to flashing impressions of the attack. Fur, fangs, and fury became her whole world. Despite her body's desperate struggle to fight off the beast, her mind entered an odd state of clinical detachment, analyzing the situation and providing a running commentary.

'This is too big and heavy a creature to be a coyote. Maybe too big to be a wolf too.'

She struggled to get the one shot off as she was knocked to the ground, but then the creature swatted the tranq gun out of her hands.
'Wait a minute! Wolves don't swat with their paws. This must be a bear!'

As her attack continued, lasting only seconds, but seeming an eternity as time slowed to sear the details into her consciousness, her mind continued the detached debate. On some level she knew it was because she was going into shock, but all she could do was try to fend off the creature's enormous strength.

'Bear.'

'Wolf.'

'No, bear.'

Then in sublime ridiculousness, her mind supplied the counterpoint of it's own argument in the exaggerated accent of her co-workers.

'Beah!'

'Wolf!'

'Beah-wolf!'

'Beowulf!'

'Fuck, that's it! I'm fighting off Grendel here!'

Despite the seeming detached calm of her mind's argument with itself, her body fought desperately to save her life. The beast bit into her thigh. She could feel the fangs sinking in, feel the hot splash of sticky blood she knew was hers, and wondered if it pierced her femoral artery. From the way it was spurting, she thought it must have. Her fingers fisted in the beast's fur, feebly trying to pull it's head away from her tender flesh as she screamed in pain.

In the next moment, a new shock was visited on her suffering body. The beast pulled back, sniffing at her crotch in long deep huffs as it licked at her blood. Then in a sudden violent movement, it clawed away the crotch of her uniform, taking her panties too, leaving only shreds of cloth to protect her modesty. Her fear instinct took over and she peed herself, unknowingly giving a signal of submissive surrender to the wolf. She caught sight of the look in the beasts eyes as it met hers for an instant, and she knew! She knew it was going to bite her....again.....'down there'. She whimpered piteously, knowing she was helpless to stop it from happening. Her detached mind mourned the loss of her future sex life, ignoring the fact that she probably wouldn't survive the bleeding artery in her leg.

'Who will want to eat that pussy now, after this thing gets done with it?'

'Well, it's not like I was getting much action before. Not many girlfriends to go down in a small town.'

'No going down in a small town!' her mind chanted in a sing-song rhythm. 'No going dooowwwn-toowwn in a small town!' it seemed to mock her.

Abby's arms flailed out, one trying to wield off the attack, one grasping around blindly for the gun. The beast seemed to hesitate, and she thought she saw the bulky figure sway in the darkness, but it could be a trick of the light cast from the rolling flashlight. Fingers that were rapidly going numb from her loss of blood found and closed upon the gun. Muscle memory guided her grip, and her finger found the trigger. She was fading fast, her strength ebbing and her sight dimming, but she thought she managed to bring the barrel to bear.

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James Frederickson never heard a scream quite like that before, and he cursed out his fear for the woman in his barn. "Goldarnit! They ought not to ever have sent a feee-male to do a man's job!" he muttered as he opened the barn door, leveling his shotgun and peering into the darkness. His eyes barely had time to adjust to the dim light within, and all he could make out was something big and furry bent over some pathetically small figure barely outlined in the beam of the flashlight. He started to aim, but the beast was already moving too fast, and pushed him aside like he was nothing as it burst out the door. He scrambled to follow, raising the gun to his shoulder to fire one barrel, but the pellets went scattering harmlessly off into the night.

He damn sure wasn't going into the dark woods after that thing now, cows or no cows, he thought. He hurried back into the barn, following the whimpering moans in the dark to the crumpled body, curled partly into a fetal position. Her legs and crotch were a mess of blood and ripped flesh, what he could see of it. "Jeeeezus Kee-rist!" he moaned before kneeling at her side and stripping off his shirt. He spun it between his hands, wrapping it up into a padded tourniquet, then tied it tightly around the wound in her thigh, wincing in sympathy as she cried out. Attracted to a curious 'clicking' sound to his left, he glanced over to see her hand closed around the grip of the tranq gun, her finger repeatedly pulling the trigger spastically, even though the one shot had already fired long ago.

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Abby's vision swam as she lay there, but the pale concerned face of farmer Frederickson hovered over her. She was conscious enough to know it was bad when she saw the look of horror on his expression as he tenderly opened her legs to assess the damage. She cried out in pain, and passed out.

Briefly she came to only to find herself alone in the darkness, something tight around her hurt leg. Distantly she heard, "Get the damned am-boo-lance out hyeere quick, b'Gawd! That monster done tore out her lady parts and she's a bleedin' all over my barn floor!"

Abby's snarky detached mental peanut gallery supplied one more thought before she faded from awareness.

'That is decidedly NOT proper radio procedure!'

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Bright light. It pierced her eyelids, stabbing into her brain. She squinted and hissed through clenched teeth as she swam through the levels of consciousness to surface and gasp, nearly sitting up in the hospital bed. The tug of tubes and wire leads attached to her body were the only limiting tethers keeping her in the bed, and as she always used to do, when she became aware of them, she checked her movement. She'd always had a fear of needles, and the thought of tearing one of those tubes out of her skin horrified her.

The steady beep of monitors signaled the rise in her heart rate and breathing that came with the disorientation of waking up in a strange place. As she became aware of her surroundings, she realized she wasn't alone in the pastel colored room. A presence she couldn't see, just behind the surrounding curtain that enclosed her bed, began to step closer. A female, she knew, even before seeing or hearing the doctor who came around the edge of the curtain, smiling a strange quizzical half smile.

Abby's eyes locked on the figure of the woman, normally nothing especially remarkable, but she was unable to tear her gaze away. She watched and appreciated every subtle movement of those hips, the miniscule jiggle of those breasts - mostly hidden under the lab coat - and the sway of that blonde hair framing her face. Abby took it all in with a clarity she never realized she had before. The doctor wasn't exceptionally attractive. Abby appraised her frankly. The make up wasn't just the right shade for her eyes, and the hairstyle was last year's, the hips were perhaps just a little too narrow, and the breasts could be perkier. But she was just perfect, and Abby suddenly realized how much she wanted her.

That too cheery voice that they all used sounded way too loud in the room to Abby's ears. "Well, hello there! How are we feeling today?" Without waiting for an answer, the doctor leaned over, resting a hand on her forehead and using her thumb to lift each eyelid in turn, checking her pupils. Abby looked into the hazel eyes of the doctor, marking how pretty they seemed to her, and then her gaze darted down the revealing gape of the neckline of her blouse. Twin swells greeted her view, and she had the strangest urge to bury her face between them and bite that tender flesh.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' she thought. Hoping to distract herself from her wild thoughts, she answered the doctor's query without thinking. "Horny." As the doctor's quizzical eyebrow lifted in surprise, a slight smile playing at the corners of her luscious red lips, Abby blushed a deep crimson. "I-I mean, 'hungry'! I'm hungry!"

The doctor smirked knowingly. "Well, that's probably to be expected. You haven't had anything in four days, after all."

"It's been longer than that." Abby murmured under her breath, very conscious of the lingering scent of the woman doctor, heady and arousing. It wasn't even her perfume. It was her; female scent, her bath wash, her shampoo, and under that, her feminine scent. Abby didn't know how she could be aware of that. The doctor must have strong pheromones or something, she thought. Maybe she's ovulating, or about to start her period.

"Well can I have something then?" Abby asked, aware in her own mind of the double meaning that her base desires gave the words.

"Well, let's see. You've been unconscious since they brought you in here. You lost a lot of blood. And you just woke up. So what do you think? Do you really feel up to it?"

Her voice an urgent protestation, Abby replied, hopeful to convince the doctor and win her approval, "I feel fine, really!"

"Hmmm, alright then, let's have a look at your wound, and see how you're coming along. Then we'll see." Without waiting for further discussion, the doctor lowered the blanket, exposing Abby's gown-clad body down to her knees. She was clinical, but almost tender in the way she lifted Abby's hospital gown, leaving little of her modesty intact. The doctor seemed not to notice, but to Abby, this was far too intimate of a situation for comfort. She would not be able to conceal her growing arousal much longer. She tried to think of something else, hoping the doctor wouldn't notice any sign of the wetness she felt between her thighs.

A low whistle of appreciation came from the doctor's lips as she finally removed the bandages. Abby's eyes snapped back to her, unbelieving that this doctor would give her a whistle while looking at her crotch! Her mouth gaped open a little, about to make a remark, when the doctor continued in amazement. "I don't believe this! You heal faster than anyone I have ever seen, Ms. Jacobsen! I saw you when they first brought you in, and the initial reports of your injuries were that your....well, to be frank, your vagina and groin area....were mauled by some sort of animal attack, to the point of being nearly gone. Some of the paramedics claimed that you had been devoured. But your wounds are almost completely healed! Look, see for yourself."

As she spoke, Abby flushed. They were talking about her pussy being eaten by an animal, after all. Not exactly the way she'd always hoped it would be 'eaten'; not at all! At the doctor's invitation, she looked at herself closely, half afraid of what she'd see. She had been shaved completely bare, and at first, the sight shocked her so much that she wasn't sure what to think. But she couldn't help thinking that she rather liked the look. Other than the change in appearance, she noted that several red lines of scar tissue crisscrossed her upper thigh and across her vulva. But there was no indication of gaping cuts or bites as she thought there might have been. The attack must not have been as serious as she'd first thought, she decided. She had to be grateful for that.

The puffy lips of her pussy were marked by the same reddish pink lines, parallel faint scars marking the claws of the beast that had ravaged her. The animal expert in her compared the spacing and width of the markings to that of a bear, but it didn't match. It was definitely canine, she thought. As impossible as it was to be that big and strong, it had to have been a wolf.

It suddenly hit her that the doctor was leaning in close again, watching her face for the reaction to what she saw. Abby didn't know what the doctor expected to see, but she blushed with the sudden awareness that the doctor was watching her look at her own cunt admiringly. And more than that, it was right there for her to see as well. Abby's eyes locked on those hazel orbs of the doctor, falling into their depths. When the hot flush of arousal could at last be tamped down, she quietly spoke, her bottom lip trembling with desire, "So how about it, Doc. Can I h-have....something?"

The doctor straightened abruptly, suddenly unsure about the predatory look in those eyes that looked at her. She wasn't at all sure that they were talking about just food now. Nervously she nodded, avoiding looking at those eyes again. "I guess as long as you're feeling up to it, there is no medical reason to withhold it from you. I'll pass word along to the nurse." She backed up to the foot of the bed, reaching for the clipboard to make a note on the chart. Abby noticed the doctor's hand trembling as she wrote. For Abby, a strange feeling of elation surged through her. Like she'd won at some contest she didn't know she'd been engaged in. She watched every move the doctor made as she moved about the room. She could smell something too; some strange and enticing new spicy scent. It reminded her of the smell that the dogs gave off when she captured them and put them in her transport vehicle. It was fear. But it had never smelled this good before.

"Oh and I'll, uh, tell the nurse to replace your dressing for that wound too....that is, when I go to the nurses station down the hall. And I'll, uh....I'll see you soon, Ms. Jacobsen. When I make the next rounds. It's good to see you up and feeling better." It seemed like she finished speaking all in a hurry, suddenly eager to leave the room, Abby thought. And in the next moment she was alone, staring at the closed door the doctor had retreated through, wondering what had just happened.

It was several moments later that Abby gasped as her body stiffened and she came. She hadn't even realized she'd been touching her pussy.

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The cool blast of air conditioning felt good on her skin as Abby entered the Gold Star Health and Fitness club. She was here to meet and make an appointment with the personal trainer that had been recommended to her by the physical therapy counselor she'd met with just prior to her discharge. Abby wasn't sure she needed rehab; she felt fine. But they insisted on it as a condition of her release, and she had to be signed off by a certified trainer before being allowed to return to work according to county regulations. So she'd come here this Friday afternoon, thinking she could talk the trainer into signing her paperwork without the need for any real sessions if she could convince them that her leg was healing fine.

Abby approached the desk hesitantly, noticing the too pretty Olivia Newton John look-alike who sat behind the counter. "May I help you?"

"Abby fished in her purse for the crumpled form that they had given her at the hospital, smiling a slightly flustered smile. She'd never been the most organized person. "Yes, I hope so. I'm supposed to meet one of your trainers here. Her name is Melissa?" Abby's voice rose on the last syllable, making it a question even though it wasn't. She hated how her nervousness made her do things like that.

'Olivia' - eighties style headband and all - smiled her Pepsodent smile and nodded. "She's here. I think she's with a client, but I can page her for you." Abby smiled politely and nodded. 'Too perky.' she thought silently as 'Olivia' sent her cutesy-pie voice over the loud speaker, beckoning Melissa to come to the front desk. Abby turned away, wandering to the entrance to the main workout area. It was before the after work crowd that would be showing up soon. At this hour, there weren't many people in the club, just a few die-hards who already looked too bulky to be attractive, even if she had been into guys. Her eyes roamed over the expensive looking machines. The maze of cables and pulley systems, mirrors, and chrome fixtures bewildered and intimidated her more than a little. She was out of her element here, and it must have showed.

"You can go on in and look around if you want. I'll tell her you're looking for her." 'Olivia' chirped in her sing-song voice. Abby nodded and drifted further into the gym to get a better look. She paused to watch a mid-fortyish man watching his chest muscles flex as he pulled down on some handgrips attached to cables that lifted a stack of weights behind him. He seemed so obsessed with his own physique, oblivious to anything else around him. She couldn't help the smirk that came to her lips. It seemed men were always staring at a chest, one way or another, she mused.

She reached out to casually touch the side rail of a treadmill stair-stepper machine when a tap on her shoulder made her jump and turn quickly, startled. She suppressed the urge to curl her lip in a snarl at the pretty blonde who had come up behind her, and wasn't sure where the urge came from. The tight leotard and leggings hinted at some sort of Aerobics or Pilates instructor, Abby guessed. But she couldn't help noticing the damn nice figure that whatever sort of workout it was gave the younger woman.

"You're the one looking for Melissa? I think I saw her headed back to the locker room. Just go through those doors right there, and turn left for the Ladies." Abby mouthed a silent 'thank you' to the attractive woman, trying to dazzle her with her best smile. It must have had some effect, judging from the return smile and the sparkle in those eyes, Abby surmised. Maybe some workout sessions here might not be a bad idea after all, she thought as she followed the directions through the doors at the back of the gym.

She found herself in a labyrinth of tile covered walls, turning this way and that, winding back around on themselves to provide privacy for the locker room occupants without the use of actual doors. She followed the sign to the left indicating the ladies locker room and showers were in that direction. Her path opened onto a large room with rows of lockers creating several short corridors. Abby tentatively walked along the end aisle, looking down each row for the woman she'd come to meet, wondering why building designers thought people wanted the sense of daring that came with the thought that anyone could walk right in while they were undressed or showering.

Her musings were interrupted a moment later when she thought she heard a sound from the back of the room. Abby rounded the last row of lockers to an open shower area, moist with heated steam. The sight that greeted her made her stop dead in her tracks.

There, leaning against the tiled walls, steamy water spraying over her, was the most drop dead luscious sexy woman Abby had ever seen. And kneeling in front of her, her back towards Abby, was a young brunette, naked to her waist, her face buried between the other woman's thighs. It wasn't just the sight that stopped Abby cold. It was the veritable wall of arousing pheromones. Her nose twitched, testing the hot steamy air, even as her eyes widened, taking in the sight.

A lascivious moan echoed from the shower walls. Abby's mouth gaped as she backed slowly against the wall of lockers behind her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the smoldering sultry gaze of the woman in the shower. They pinned her to the wall of lockers at her back. Abby felt like those eyes could look right inside her soul, see her innermost desires and secrets. Strangely, she felt like a rabbit under the watchful eyes of a wolf. She gave a shudder, a soft moan of her own slipping from her lips.

Abby's consciousness recorded the vision before her, searing it into her memory. The woman's toned body leaned slightly against the shower wall, her hips and vulva thrust forward lewdly. She had her fingers fisted in the hair of the young woman on her knees, holding her tightly to her pussy, grinding against her mouth and tongue. Abby's heart raced as her eyes riveted on a droplet of water that slowly slid down the perfect swollen breast, circumventing the nipple before sliding down the gorgeous undercurve below. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched, enrapt, slipping her hand down the front of her skirt and inside her panties. Those wanton moans and guttural grunts bespoke of the sweet pleasure the woman must be feeling; a pleasure Abby envied with all her being.

 

[palemoon2035]

Making my way through the door into the home of one of my favorite elves (elvin? elvish?). I was never good with the terminology. Reading the story she posted.

Oh my. Amazing! Thank you so much for sharing!

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Making my way through the door into the home of one of my favorite elves (elvin? elvish?). I was never good with the terminology. Reading the story she posted.

Oh my. Amazing! Thank you so much for sharing!

Thank you, Moon. I get lost in the story when I really like it, and forget about the length. In this story, Abby is a lesbian, but in a small rural town, she has to keep it hidden. Her co-workers are constantly hitting on her. But this transformation is about to bring out her more aggressive instincts. Melissa, the personal trainer is the werewolf who attacked her, unbeknownst to Abby. But in contrast to Abby, Melissa has let her wolf nature take away her inhibitions more and more. She's bisexual and her animal magnetism draws both genders like flies. Abby is about to have her world rocked like never before!

And I usually prefer elvish, like amish, but with cuter ears and less facial hair.

 

[palemoon2035]

Thank you, Moon. I get lost in the story when I really like it, and forget about the length. In this story, Abby is a lesbian, but in a small rural town, she has to keep it hidden. Her co-workers are constantly hitting on her. But this transformation is about to bring out her more aggressive instincts. Melissa, the personal trainer is the werewolf who attacked her, unbeknownst to Abby. But in contrast to Abby, Melissa has let her wolf nature take away her inhibitions more and more. She's bisexual and her animal magnetism draws both genders like flies. Abby is about to have her world rocked like never before!

And I usually prefer elvish, like amish, but with cuter ears and less facial hair.

You inspire me, my elvish friend with no facial hair. *giggles*

I think I will need to get more lost in my next story rather than worry about just getting it up to be read.

I have had two amazing, incredible roleplays via IM that just went on and on because we became so immersed in our characters and back story.