Merelan
Lady's Love
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OOC:
If you are interested in playing you must ask Intriguess, this was originally her thread. You best go read them, called testing the waters. There is a delight to be had just in reading them, if I do say so myself. The best way to find them is to go search for stories written by intriguess. She rewrote the threads into story form and published them here at Lit. A talented lady indeed.
I was honoured and blessed to be a part of it. While at a business seminar recently, there was a boring speaker, surprised? But while he spoke I dashed off a little tale.
My character was Amber, and in this thread she has somehow been returned to the "real" world and is lost and confused, thinking her time with Violet, in her world, was all a made up story.
Intriguess is Violet, need I even mention that? Godess Supreme of the World she thrives in.
One main rule was that if you are male and cum inside one of the ladies, you are sent back to your world. But there is plenty of fun to be had. For the entire world revolves around sensual delights and pleasure. No pain, no sickness.
I hope this little tale amuses you, even if you don't join us, please feel welcome to read along.
I mostly hope this little tale draws intriguess back, so she might "rescue" Amber.
IC Amber
It haunted her dreams, and followed her for weeks. Whenever she shut her eyes, or turned a corner, she would appear.
It wasn't a phantom, really, but a memory come to life it seemed. It was disturbing her mind, her sleep, Her very thoughts would jump from what she was doing to those fantasy days she had once written of.
It made her toss and turn, twisting in the sheets. The heat of the summer only adding to her pain. She awoke most nights from brief minutes of sleep, in a sweat. Shaking, as if her body was on fire, but an inner fire. Forcing herself to bed at night she lay there, waiting to see her again, to feel her hands on her, her touch. How had this happened? A creature from a story she had written was haunting her suddenly. A year ago dashing off the little tale she had published it. Not knowing where it had come from, and letting it go swiftly, like the small check it had earned. But now the main character was following her.
Amber felt as if she was losing her mind. It was as if the woman, Violet was real, and trying to reach out to her, she called to her, seem to search for her. Only to be whisked away in a great wind as Amber awoke, or was called back to reality.
Sometimes when she walked into a room she could smell her even, or feel her presence, as if she had just left.
Once upon a time Amber had been lonely and between jobs, just released from hosiptal, with no memory of her accident she had dashed off the story and there it went. And here it was again. This time not words on paper, but a haunting, a driving to madness.
Amber was lovely and warm and sweet, could have any number of boyfriends, or girlfriends for that matter. But what she wanted was peace. To be left alone with this phantom she had created. No one she dated compared to Violet. How could they, this otherwordly creature. Conjured up no doubt by drugs and sickness, she was perfect, gorgeous, sexy, wild and untouchable.
In the late nights Amber would forego trying to sleep, and go for walks, swearing she was not alone. But lack of sleep soon took it's toll, and she lost her job. Haunted by this woman, she did not care. Knowing she was going crazy, she welcomed it. For it would mean she could cross over into this woman's life. Live in the natural, sensual world of Violet. Where nothing was as it seemed and all was obediant to her needs.
It was one of those late nights she wandered into the wrong part of town, without knowing she had trespassed on some night ladies area, and they mistook her shapely form and tight clothes for an intruder. Surrorunding her they lashed out. But not one blow did she feel.
For there in a haze, a dim lioght growing brighter was her Violet, parting the girls with a wave. They disappeared. Amber's eyes shut and she fell to her knees, the soft grass cushioning her fall.
In a half faint she opened her eyes. Grass? her fingers twinging in it, she felt it live. Looking up she saw her love, and her hand stretched out to her, but this time there was contact. Her rough, dirty hand taken in Violet's smooth one, and she was lifted to her feet. Their eyes met and she felt the tears flow.
If this was madness, so be it.
If you are interested in playing you must ask Intriguess, this was originally her thread. You best go read them, called testing the waters. There is a delight to be had just in reading them, if I do say so myself. The best way to find them is to go search for stories written by intriguess. She rewrote the threads into story form and published them here at Lit. A talented lady indeed.
I was honoured and blessed to be a part of it. While at a business seminar recently, there was a boring speaker, surprised? But while he spoke I dashed off a little tale.
My character was Amber, and in this thread she has somehow been returned to the "real" world and is lost and confused, thinking her time with Violet, in her world, was all a made up story.
Intriguess is Violet, need I even mention that? Godess Supreme of the World she thrives in.
One main rule was that if you are male and cum inside one of the ladies, you are sent back to your world. But there is plenty of fun to be had. For the entire world revolves around sensual delights and pleasure. No pain, no sickness.
I hope this little tale amuses you, even if you don't join us, please feel welcome to read along.
I mostly hope this little tale draws intriguess back, so she might "rescue" Amber.
IC Amber
It haunted her dreams, and followed her for weeks. Whenever she shut her eyes, or turned a corner, she would appear.
It wasn't a phantom, really, but a memory come to life it seemed. It was disturbing her mind, her sleep, Her very thoughts would jump from what she was doing to those fantasy days she had once written of.
It made her toss and turn, twisting in the sheets. The heat of the summer only adding to her pain. She awoke most nights from brief minutes of sleep, in a sweat. Shaking, as if her body was on fire, but an inner fire. Forcing herself to bed at night she lay there, waiting to see her again, to feel her hands on her, her touch. How had this happened? A creature from a story she had written was haunting her suddenly. A year ago dashing off the little tale she had published it. Not knowing where it had come from, and letting it go swiftly, like the small check it had earned. But now the main character was following her.
Amber felt as if she was losing her mind. It was as if the woman, Violet was real, and trying to reach out to her, she called to her, seem to search for her. Only to be whisked away in a great wind as Amber awoke, or was called back to reality.
Sometimes when she walked into a room she could smell her even, or feel her presence, as if she had just left.
Once upon a time Amber had been lonely and between jobs, just released from hosiptal, with no memory of her accident she had dashed off the story and there it went. And here it was again. This time not words on paper, but a haunting, a driving to madness.
Amber was lovely and warm and sweet, could have any number of boyfriends, or girlfriends for that matter. But what she wanted was peace. To be left alone with this phantom she had created. No one she dated compared to Violet. How could they, this otherwordly creature. Conjured up no doubt by drugs and sickness, she was perfect, gorgeous, sexy, wild and untouchable.
In the late nights Amber would forego trying to sleep, and go for walks, swearing she was not alone. But lack of sleep soon took it's toll, and she lost her job. Haunted by this woman, she did not care. Knowing she was going crazy, she welcomed it. For it would mean she could cross over into this woman's life. Live in the natural, sensual world of Violet. Where nothing was as it seemed and all was obediant to her needs.
It was one of those late nights she wandered into the wrong part of town, without knowing she had trespassed on some night ladies area, and they mistook her shapely form and tight clothes for an intruder. Surrorunding her they lashed out. But not one blow did she feel.
For there in a haze, a dim lioght growing brighter was her Violet, parting the girls with a wave. They disappeared. Amber's eyes shut and she fell to her knees, the soft grass cushioning her fall.
In a half faint she opened her eyes. Grass? her fingers twinging in it, she felt it live. Looking up she saw her love, and her hand stretched out to her, but this time there was contact. Her rough, dirty hand taken in Violet's smooth one, and she was lifted to her feet. Their eyes met and she felt the tears flow.
If this was madness, so be it.
