Stella was so right about this, she thought as she exited the changing room, having soaked in the hot tub for half an hour. They’d both been stressed at work, and it had started straining their relationship. Stella had noticed though, and insisted on them taking a short holiday, just the two of them. So, they’d found a resort and reserved a weekend. Now halfway through Saturday Aniek was already feeling a lot better about herself and realizing just how badly the stress had affected her. “Hey there pretty lady,” she heard a familiar voice call her, her cheeks warming with a mix of embarrassment at the cringy pick up line and the affection behind it. She turned towards the voice and saw a beautiful blonde with drinks in her hands, a blue bikini top and a beautiful skirt swaying with her steps. It was deep blue at the waist, gradually turning purple as it fell towards her ancles. Her thigh flicked in and out of sight through the full length slit in the skirt, and she wanted to reach out
Plant'd, Chapter 1: Upcoming Attraction by Normandreas, literature
Literature
Plant'd, Chapter 1: Upcoming Attraction
The botanical garden center was larger than she’d remembered. Way larger. Then again, she hadn’t been there since she was eight. She hadn’t had a special interest in going either, but her little sister had pulled the idea out of thin air, Stella had figured it would be fun, and now they were here. They even dragged along three of their friends, though they seemed to enjoy themselves. “Oooh…” Olivia admired a field of roses, her blue eyes landing on the red ones close by. “I’d look amazing in a dress this color,” she said, probably imagining some elegant long dress, possibly with a future boyfriend at her side. “I thought you’d go for something matching your eyes?” Marly said, continuing a conversation Aniek hadn’t been privy to. “It’s called contrast,” Olivia said with a snark and a grin, earning a light laugh from the group. “So…” Elise said, dragging the word, “what’s next?” “What, bored already?” Gwen asked with a smirk. “Of flowers, yea” she said. “We haven’t even seen the
A Brides Tale, Chapter 2 by Normandreas, literature
Literature
A Brides Tale, Chapter 2
"Fuck, that itches" she groans and scratch her butt through the duvet. Though not entirely used to how large it got when her tail sprouted, she's not mad about it. She actually hopes it stays that way when she gets rid of the tail. She'd had a rather large ass before, but now it was massive and still well shaped. Her fiancé would love it. “If I get rid of it,” she mutters. Itch relieved, she moves her hand up towards her lower back and, unsurprisingly but disappointing still, finds her tail. Every morning, she retains a small hope it was all a dream, and every morning she's disappointed. "And the search continues..." she says and sits up, rubbing drowsiness from her eyes. Since her ex had somehow made her sprout a tail, she and her mother spent most of their free time searching the web for a way to reverse it. Old legends, stories, random fantasies uploaded by random people. They checked everything, and nothing’s come of it so far. She pivots and put her feet on the floor, the duvet
She looks in the mirror with a satisfied grin. Her make-up is on point, modest but smoothing her skin and amplifying her features. She combs her hair a few times, making sure it’s flowing nicely down her back. Lastly, she adjusts her black leather dress, so it covers her ass, but just barely. The entire office knows he’s a sucker for large breasts and plump ass, and she’s got both. “Hmm,” she utters, considering if there’s anything else. The dress is tight, revealing her hourglass figure nicely and practically pushing her boobs over the edge. Going for a strapless one was most definitely the right call. Choosing shiny pantyhose is also a nice addition to the look. “Why not,” she mumbles and pulls on her breasts, revealing the top third of her areola’s without exposing her nipples. She doesn’t want to appear trashy after all. She turns and head out of the bathroom, round the corner and turns towards his office. She crosses the empty premises, thankful none but him decided to work
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she shouts at the girl she thought she knew, her face growing warm. That girl however just shrugs and flicks her blonde hair behind her shoulder. “I mean, it’s been fun, but Henry’s a better fit for me.” “We’ve been dating for two years! And now you’re telling me you’re engaged to a guy you’ve been seeing, behind my back, for half a year?!” “Saying we were dating’s a bit of an exaggeration,” she says, her voice infuriatingly monotone. She wants to retort but can’t formulate a response to such a preposterous statement. Going on dates, having sex, going on holiday together… how was that not dating? “Well, bye,” the girl says and strolls past her, leaving her baffled. Two years she’s been with her. Two years investing in the relationship. Two years in which she’s given her heart. And that girl has just been stringing her along, using her as a plaything until something better came along. “Two years…” she growls, her nails digging into her palm. She turns
The Modelling Job, Part 2: The Purple Party by Normandreas, literature
Literature
The Modelling Job, Part 2: The Purple Party
He takes a large swig of his beer and sighs contently, his sheer luck still amazing to him. He’d been worried about the mind suppression reverting when some fans of her had kidnapped her and she’d been missing for a week. He didn’t want to imagine the trouble he’d been in if she reported what happened to him to anyone. But here she is, giggling and drinking, as dumb and horny as when the suppression completed. "Hey, it's time for the special bottle," she shouts as the recently emptied cider can hits the floor, emphasizing the last two words. "Sure thing," he says and opens the fridge, grabbing the bottle of wine she’d brought to the party. She’d brought it opened, claiming she’d needed to sample it. It was a celebration of her return after all. Judging by the remaining content though, she’d more than just sampled. He walks over to the other three with the bottle, taking in the sight of her wearing the purple dress. He’d wanted to tear it off as the party started, but she’d insisted
She winces as a sharp stone dig into her sole, and for a moment she misses her hooves. She stops, pondering the thought that had just went through her mind. She actually missed aspects of her cursed existence. Who would’ve thought. She lifts her foot and looks underneath, and finds a red line on the skin, but no cut. She should’ve grabbed a pair of the old woman’s shoes but that hadn’t occurred to her until her feet touched the cold ground, and she hadn’t bothered going back inside. Maybe she should’ve. She puts her foot back down and walks on, the familiar footsteps behind her resuming as well. The old woman had insisted on seeing her home, despite her saying she was fine on her own. No doubt the woman wanted to gloat a final time. “Almost home,” the familiar and hated voice sounds behind her and she looks up. The farmhouse looks as it did three years ago, except for some new portions of new straws on the roof. She thinks back to her first night in the shed, how she’d longed to be
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