I do find it a touch amusing that a site called DeviantArt is actively removing anything they consider deviant art.

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I like a little Spice to my fancy coffees. What do you add into your coffee?

I know, not a great collage, but I hope you enjoy it.

Here, I have these ones from the same artist.

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@Olo It reminds me of these Reno classics:
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Always a curious idea.
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AI environmental and physiological damage has been openly profiled. Not to forget how they “trained” it was open theft from actual artists and creators. It’s harmful whether someone wants to accept that or not. I am against it and frankly would hope supporters of the creators in this community would also be against it. But since its currently so easy for people to access I doubt the slop will stop any time soon.

So please if you do post AI slop, even if its only an added part of your work, tag it so people that don’t want to interact with it don’t have to.

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Hope you don’t mind me post this. I wrote it a while ago and since I haven’t shared anything here in a long while I thought, why not. Hope you enjoy it.

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Tina was glad to get home from work. It had been a busy day at work and she was ready to just relax at home. Heat up a frozen pizza, maybe binge some true crime documentary series. She stripped off the trappings of her work clothes, taking almost childish glee in tossing her bra off to a corner of her bedroom. She selected an old comfy shorts and tee pajama set. Tina tossed her hair into a couple loose pigtails just to keep it out of her way. She sighed happily as she started towards the kitchen area of her apartment.

Part way across her living room a strange buzzing sound gained her attention. She turned to see a large white circle just hovering there behind her. Curiosity made her step forward and lean in for a closer look. Then she screamed as massive fingers burst from the white circle. Tina demanded her legs bolt her from that spot but she wasn’t moving. Just screaming in terror as giant hands seemingly formed around her.

She was trapped. Massing powerful hands coiled around her entire body. A massive finger tip pressed over her mouth and stopped her screaming. A booming distorted voice spoke, “Shh now my pretty find. Or I’ll pull you through and keep you as my pet in a little cage. Quiet now and you’ll stay home, able to see your friends and family. Keep screaming and you’ll be a toy in my toy chest.”

The finger left her lips and without permission it and a giant thumb began fondling her breasts. Other digits molested her ass. More felt along her legs. Almost tauntingly the occasional touch would stoke her face in mocking affection. She wanted to run, attempt to escape. Or beg, plead for it to stop. Not to hurt her. Tina mostly felt small and helpless in the giant grasp of these hands. And a little surprised at the strange growing arousal that came with it.

The distant voice noted, “Oh yes you’ll do nicely.” Tina whimpered as she felt massive fingers pulling down her shorts. A finger on her lips and another warning, “Shush now. It’s hard enough not to just take you and keep you as a tiny plaything. Don’t give me an excuse.” Then she was lifted with ease into the air, while the other hand took her shorts.

The hand holding her up moved her with disturbing ease and dropped her on her couch. The thought that those floating hands could do whatever they wanted with her body generated fear mixed with a bizarre allure. Tina went to sit up when those titan fingers nabbed her legs and pulled them up. Lifting her bottom off the couch. The hands wrapped her entire legs and began massaging them as they admired them. The thumbs were extremely focused on the back of her thighs and the curve of her ass cheeks. Tina could hear the mocking tone in the distorted voice as it asked, “So little pretty, how was your day?”

Fear had her respond, “It was a busy day at work. I had to run all over the store.”

The teasing tone stayed as it said, “Awe, poor little thing. Work retail, do you?”

“Yes,” Tina whimpered as she watched those impossible hands change positions. They stayed coiled around her legs, but now the pinkies stroked deep along her inner thighs.

The gigantic thumbs capped over the bottom of her feet. They began grinding along the length of her feet as the voice explained, “I’m going into retail soon myself. An online store selling tiny people like you. Rich people will be able to own people again and they’re so excited. I wouldn’t worry about that, my pretty plaything. You’ll not be for sale. No if I pull you through you’ll be part of my collection. A personal sample.”

Tina hated the fact that those thumbs massing the bottom of her feet felt so good after such a long day. Worse how warm her body was getting from those pinkies stroking her inner thighs. She was terrified, helpless in the grips of a giant that just told her he was going to start selling little people. Yet feeling how gentle they were despite being clearly strong enough to tear her legs off. She could feel how thick the skin on the hands were, like a leather pad. Still their outer layer was soft. Warm in an uncomfortable, nice way.

Tina fought through the confusing mix of terror and desire to question her attacker, “Then what are your plans for me now then?”

She regretted that as the thumbs stopped massaging her feet. The voice chuckled and confessed, “I’m going to molest you. Strip you naked and savor that body of yours till I’m satisfied then leave you knowing I will and can come back for more at any time.”

Tina gasped as the fingers circled her waist and peeled her panties off her. They were tossed across the room with enough force to knock over a distant lamp. Tina gasped again as a giant finger pressed over her exposed womanhood. It began rubbing making her entire body jostle from the power of it. The voice taunted, “I see you keep your pussy well trimmed. Nice, but I prefer my toy’s pussy bare. You might consider that the next time you shave.”

Tina’s body was trembling. Fear certainly made her shiver. That however wasn’t the only cause. Her labia parted under the massive pressure exposing their sensitive lining to the pad of that huge finger. The texture of that giant fingerprint was hitting in a disturbingly arousing way. The upper edge was flicking her clitoris just the way she would have wanted from an invited lover. The might of those thrusts were landing as erotic in a strange part of her mind. She was small and helpless in the grips of those titan hands. Tina was terrified, and also intrigued. She knew if that giant kept fondling her so she would soon scream again just not from fear.

The hands let her go and she was hopeful they were leaving. Still a disappointed sigh escaped her lips. Then she yelped as they grabbed around her hips again. They slipped up her torso this time. Stealing her top and flinging it uncaring away. Tina was completely exposed now. She looked up at the floating massive hands just in time to watch them dive down at her. Ten powerful touches landed all over her. No where on her body was safe from their molesting. Breast rolled under colossal fingers. Her ass was passed back and forth to be mauled with impossible might. Her legs were forced to stretch both up and out as they were wrapped in stroking warmth. Her vaginal area was pressed with rolling titanic might, threatening to invade her.

Tina was a plaything to an unseen giant. Helpless. Adding to her nightmare was the realization this had awakened something lustful in her. Part of her was overwhelming her logic as those massive hands were having their way with her body. They assaulted her body and that twisted desire was assaulting her reason. She found herself worrying less and less with how those mauling titan paws puppet her body and focused her efforts on not allowing that lust to escape her mind. She worried if she climaxed that would encourage those hands to do more. If she experienced more she didn’t know if she could let them go.

Tina edged closer and closer to losing her mind to those affectionate titan fingers. Involuntary her body was starting to arch and roll along with her puppeteer’s touches. She struggled to resist nuzzling against the strokes to her face. She was starting to wonder if being taken would be so bad. Sure she’d miss family and friends. But as a pet she wouldn’t have to cook, possibly not clean. No bills, no work. and hours of giant body massages like this one. Tina knew soon she’d surrender and was struggling to find a reason not to.

Then the hands stopped touching her. She whimpered, “Huh, what?” Why was it that a guy would get her so close only to finish before she could?

She panted for breath while watching as the giant hands posed her legs spread. “Hold still,” the voice commanded. Fear, it was fear she would later tell herself as why she obeyed and didn’t roll off the couch and bolted for escape.

It was a new terrifying sight. It took a split second for her mind to translate what the domed thing with a hole at the end was. Then as more and more came into her world hovering over her Tina could only shake her head. Like a phallic shaped car was being driven out over her. The girth was wider than she was. The length was incredible. Then she was pressed under it. The weight wasn’t fully pressed down on her and she was thankful. Crushed to death by a giant cock sounds like a horrible way to die.

The mass began pumping over her. Pinned as she was, her body was still rocked wildly. The girth stroked along the insides of her legs. The mass nuzzled tight over her breasts. The power of the thrusts moved the couch under her. Despite the pads she had on its feet she could hear the couch legs digging into the hardwood floor. The distant voice sounded even further away, muffled greatly by the mass of manhood pinning her down, “Oh yeah! You feel so good! Feel so good!”

It bothered Tina that fear wasn’t the dominate emotion she was feeling as a giant raped her. So much power and size fucking her entire body. No, she couldn’t stop thinking how hot this was. Passion at being so helpless. Lust at being dominated by such an impossible amount. Like a hurricane was taking pleasure in just ravaging her. A mountain was fucking her. She pressed her mouth against the shifting shaft hoping the thick pillar of flesh would keep that wonderfully cruel giant from hearing her climax.

Suddenly the shaft pulled back past her breasts and stopped. She looked at the tip in confusion then felt foolish as a massive glob of white blotted out the world. It was thick and warm. Her eyes began burning. It stung the inside of her nose. Her mouth was tacky with the bittersweet goo. The fluid filled her ears muffling the giant’s satisfied moans. It was blasting her face and breasts in uncomfortably warm goo and oozing over her like a living second skin.

The weight lifted and the voice noted with a satisfied tone, “That was fun my little toy. Don’t worry though, I know how to find you. I’ll be back to play with you again.”

Tina managed to clear her mouth enough to ask the floating white hole, “I suppose you don’t want me to tell anyone about what you did to me.”

The voice chuckled and pointed out, “Who would believe you? Or do you plan on going out in public still wearing a giant’s money shot? No, I didn’t think so. Bye toy, for now.”

Tina watched through stinging eyes as the white circle disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. She looked at the evidence of the giant’s attack literally oozing over her and her couch. Then sighed. If she called the cops would they even believe her? If they took a sample what was the likelihood her attacker’s DNA was even on file somewhere? Tina shook her head and headed to the bathroom for a bucket and sponge. That much semen wouldn’t be good drying on her old leather couch. Determining she could shower after that was dealt with. No, she pouted, she could only wait for that monster to attack her again. Ignoring that new part of her that hoped they visited again soon.

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He has a bunch more under scraps.

I’m going to confess I enjoy the overwhelming power part of the fantasy. The “giant’s” control and dominance. Maybe that’s because I hardly every had any control over my own life. Someone always making major decisions on my behalf. Never really being listened to. As a “giant” a character is the one commanding controlling in charge. They can do anything they want because the “tiny” can’t resist their intense power.

But none of that is what I want in real life. I don’t want to dominate. I have no interest in abusing or tormenting a weaker being with fear. I think people should all be treated with respect. No matter their race, religion, sex, sexual preference, etc. Everyone should be equals.

Now, as for my stories being misogynistic. Yeah, many are. Again its the “giant” male power fantasy. Dominate and use at your leisure. And its all imaginary. You want to know how I write my “giant” people. I write them as villains. Even the main character “giants”. I can’t think of any story I have posted anywhere that the “giant/giants” are not that way. Don’t see it? Ask, I can tell you how or what villainous thing I’m keeping in the edge of my mind when I’m writing a particular story. I do this because despite liking the fantasy of being a cruel “giant” I don’t understand how people can do such things in real life.

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Hope no one minds, I had this idea worm its way into my brain and I had to get it out. Hope you enjoy.

I couldn’t find a way to add as a tag: Mild Drug Use References And Tiny As Drug.

Chapter 01: Discovery

“Arriving at the sixth planet inward of unsurveyed system 03785. Scanners show a mild debris field circling the planet within its single satellite’s orbit. Much of which is metals and other minerals. It’s unusual for such a small planet to have its own asteroid field.” Murre recorded as they approached the mostly blue planet.

Grilyn announced, “Electronic signals indicate life with a low level tech advancement. Putting up counter measures to keep whatever dominate life form from detecting us.”

Murre rolled his eyes. “Great, life forms. So much for getting a commission from this survey now.”

“There’s still a possibility. If they are listed below Alliance intelligence levels.” Grilyn suggested.

Murre pointed to the artificial satellites floating willy nilly about the planet. “They have accessed, if limitly, space.”

“Yeah but the readings I’m getting shows they are also pumping volumes of toxins and poisons beyond their planet’s ability to resolve. Heck, looks like they are still using combustion and fossil fuels. How smart could they be?” Grilyn pointed out.

“Yeah, but I still have to log it.” Murre said, sighing.

“Wait, let’s take a look first. Some plant and animal samples to get a reading on the planet first as Spire Corporation hinted at in such situations.” Grilyn aimed to tempt his friend and work partner.

“It was hinted at due to it being against Alliance law to do that.” Murre explained to his slightly shifty friends.

“Found a population center. Making scan of what appears to be the intelligent life.” Grilyn said ignoring his friend’s worry. “Oh wow, they look like us but so adorably tiny.”

“Really, like how tiny?” Murre questioned.

“Like, five to seven ticks.” Grilyn answered. “Look, these ones look like Phins.”

“Phins have appealing females.” Murre shifted his seat to see the images on Grilyn’s screen. “Wow, they look just like them.”

“Poor things only have a digestive stomach. Oh Krone! No way.” Grilyn gasped.

“What?” Murre asked, trying to figure out what reading excited his friend.

“The Keratin in their skin is almost the same chemical mixture as fordehyde crystals.” Grilyn said with a strange smile.

“Fordehyde crystals? So does that mean what I think that means?” Murre asked.

“Yeah, exposing them to more sensitive areas of our skin or holding them in our Appendix stomach would have the same effect as fordehyde.” Grilyn happily explained.

“So would they be safe to interact with or should we note them as a biohazard?” Murre inquired.

“No, they’d be fine to handle. You’d have to have one in you or stroked along your genitals or eyeballs to get a reaction. Best part, since its a natural source there would be less side effects from coming off the high they’ll create.” Grilyn said in a leading way.

“Grilyn they are an intelligent race.” Murre reminded his friend.

“Not a listed intelligent race. Spire would pay top dollar for a natural For-keratin resource like that. Better, a customer could keep one or two as a pet and the Spire could sell accessories for them like cages and little outfits. They would be worth more than any of the other resources in this back water system. Our largest commishion ever better.” Grilyn tempted.

“But they are intelligent. If the authorities found out we didn’t report them.” Murre worried.

“Just classify them as semi-intelligent. Then, if the authorities have an issue with the collection and sale of them, it’ll be Spire that deals with it. Not us tired lonely survey jockeys making a labeling error.” Grilyn suggested.

“I would like a Fordehyde high with less eye pain the next day.” Murre could see the benefits from a slight miss labeling.

“Yes, I mean we should test a couple first.” Grilyn hinted.

“We do need to get some animal samples. And since they are only semi-intelligent.” Murre was quickly warming to the idea.

“I have found a sampling of Phin-like females away from any major population center. Fit and skin warmed by their own physical activity.” Grilyn noted typing the four targets location into the drone’s computer.

“None on the planet will see?” Murre was still a touch worried.

“No, well, maybe a slight few. But it’s not like they would be telling on us to the cops.” Grilyn snickered, launching the drone to catch their pretty samples off a mountain trail.

“Let me know when they arrive so I can hide us on the back of the planet’s moon. Hate to get spotted out in the open while enjoying the high.” Murre advised.

“Yeah, Alliance would get an automatic report about what’s here if we crashed on that planet.” Grilyn said with a laugh.

The drone brought back its collected treasure and Murre landed softly on the dark side of that small moon. With a touch of fanfare Grilyn said, “And our samples.”

Murre looked at the four lovely little creatures. Something about how scared they were of him helped block out he was about to break intergalactic law. Slender with different lengths of black hair like stereotypical Phinian females, only just a few ticks high. Grilyn said they were on a mountain trail. But from the heeled shoes and short skirts on a few of them it was likely a well groomed trail. This made Murre question how far they really were from a population center. But a strange arousal pushed that away for later.

“So, how should we do this? Flip a coin to see who picks first?” Grilyn asked in almost a whisper.

“Yeah, that seems fair.” Murre sighed back. One of the samples was chittering at him in scared tones and that in itself was giving him a high he didn’t know he wanted.

“Ship, flip a coin please.” Grilyn requested the onboard computer.

“Result is heads.” it replied.

“Great. But which of us is heads.” Murre noted fighting the urge to drool.

“Right, well, how about we flip again and I’ll be tails.” Grilyn panted.

Murre knew why his friend wanted the unannounced result. In a different situation he might have argued why he should have that option. But that would waste time and he wanted to wrap one of those scared helpless beauties around his penis. So he could test Grilyn’s theory. That’s what he told himself as his male-hood was becoming painfully stiff. “Computer flip a coin.” he said, not realizing how dry his mouth was.

“Result is Heads” It replied.

“Yes.” he cheered. Then he made his selection. The tallest of the group. Long appealing legs seem to make up the bulk of her limited height. Advertised out of her little white skirt with black socks that stopped just past her knees. She made such an appealing terrified sound as he grabbed her from the sample trey.

Grilyn immediately grabbed the one that had been pleading at them in that strange language. He was likely drawn to the fact the pretty thing had a larger bust stretching its tight white shirt then one would expect on a Phin like race.

Murre grabbed the other long legged one. He really liked shapely legs. Pretty like his first grab in a flowered light blue dress. At this point he didn’t even care about the Fordehyde effects he could get from them. Just holding one in each fist was a high on its own. They must have seen him like some sort of god.

Grilyn grabbed the last cutie in flat shoes and a white light shirt short pants combo. Murre was about to ask how they were going to get them out of their clothes when Grilyn just started cutting them off his second pick.

Murre grabbed scissors and slipped it up the blue dress of his second pick. The shiny metal blade scared it still. Undergarments took a more careful hand. He was wondering how to get the blade under the jewelry when it gave up hands in surrender and just removed them for him.

He looked over at Grilyn. He had fully stripped his second pick and was dangling it over his wide open mouth. It made such appealing terrified scream sounds. Its lovely legs kicked in the air wildly as its little hands tried desperately to find a grip to hold onto Grilyn’s fingers. Then he released it and the Phinian like beauty disappeared into his open mouth.

Grilyn hummed as if his new oral friend was delicious as his jaw worked up saliva around it to lube its trip to his Appendix stomach. Murre could see his friend was washing the tiny beauty about with his tongue. Playfully pressing its helpless little form against the inside of his cheek. The other three samples made the best scared chittering sounds as Grilyn played with his coming high. Then he tilted his head up and swallowed. A familiar gluck sound came from him soon after. His esophagus transferring the beauty to that secondary stomach like Grilyn had done thousands of times with Fordehyde crystals.

“Wait, can they survive in our Appendix stomach?” Murre suddenly worried.

“Oh yeah, plenty of air in there for such small critters.” Grilyn answered. “Just be careful tomorrow morning not to flush yours into the bio waste processor.” He added.

Then his eyes rolled back. His hit was taking effect. “Oh yeah that’s better than crystals.” Grilyn roared, leaning back in his chair.

Murre had to try that. He never saw Grilyn get so happily high so quickly. He forced the begging beauty in his mouth waist deep. Then the texture of its skin played on his tongue and he hummed in delight. So smooth and wonderful. His tongue explored greedily and found the small beauties female-hood. It made appealing frightened noses as his tongue overpowered its legs and stroked that little patch of hair and sensitive skin. Then it slipped into unhappy oh sounds that had their own appeal. It was getting aroused. He could taste it.

His own eyes rolled back. His tongue sought more of the creature’s natural lubricant. His body tingled like never before. Grilyn was fascinated. Watching the pretty new pet moan and gasp as Murre suckled on it for its pleasure juices. Oh it waved about in his lips. Arching its back appealingly. Her slender little hips began bucking in a way that helped with Murre’s oral harvest. Then his body rushed as the lapped pretty treat climaxed in his mouth.

That was better than a crystal high. It was like he climaxed too. He didn’t have to check to make sure he hadn’t as his maleness was painfully hard. What a delight these creatures were. No matter what Intergalactic law was he was not giving up his new pets if he could get highs like this from them.

He sucked the slender body into his mouth. Oh, how sweet the whole body tasted after its forced climax. Murre was immediately hoping he could train them to be accepting. A partnered created climax would likely taste even sweeter. Soaking it completely in his spit he swallowed the squirming mass. Popping open the path to his Appendix stomach. Oh it was such an ego rush feeling it wiggling helplessly as it thought it had been eaten alive.

Then it was where he needed her to be. He could feel her moving inside his safety stomach. The lining of that moist air filled stomach greedily sucking the chemical reaction being caused from her skin contacting his thin skin. Sharing that with his brain and making the Universe seem suddenly perfect.

Grilyn grabbed his busty pet and started cutting its clothes off. “Better get her naked before I’m too high to see straight.” He announced.

“Yeah, I’m already getting haziness at the edges of my vision.” Murre agreed, snipping his scared first pick’s clothes off.

“Computer, play my retrospective list.” Grilyn requested. Synthetic produced music began playing.

Grilyn wrapped his busty pet to his phallic and gasped, “Ahh oh, hmmm.” Murre looked. The little creature must have thought if she didn’t delight him then Grilyn was going to eat her too. It grind and rubbed its shapely little lovely body at Grilyn’s penis. The man closed his eyes, hand held her at his tip. The pet worked herself at the top of a male-hood several times larger than her entire body.

Murre pouted some as his new pet was clearly frozen with fear. He wrapped its wonderfully long legs around his shaft and pressed its perky little mounds into his sensitive skin. Slowly he dragged its little helpless body up and down his length. Oh he was getting so high from the two sources. That mixed with the sexual dominance he had over his sex puppet just made even being away from civilization for weeks at a time just marvelous.

There the friends sat for a long time. Absorbing the reaction inside them while their phallic were stimulated and absorbed a reaction externally. Murre thought how pretty the colors of the music was as he stroked his beauty slowly along his erection.

The notice advising it was late made them look and snicker at each other. Grilyn smacked his mouth and accepted, “I guess we should get to bed for a while.” Then pressed the tired busty beauty. Quickly he stroked his shaft with her stimulating form. As he reached climax he pressed it over his tip. As his friend made an amusing expression and grunted ah sounds Murre found himself watching the small creature’s limbs flailing about in hopeless attempts to escape the semen flood. It was a delightful sight.

As Grilyn staggered towards his bunk Murre sped up his own stroking. He had to feel his new pet squirming at his own tip as his seed was bursting all over it. Its legs felt amazing along the sides of his shaft as he body mated the pretty little thing. Up he placed it, he especially wanted to see what his semen would look like all over its pretty face.

Murre wasn’t disappointed. The delightful thing wiggled for all its worth. Those smooth legs made to wrap around his girth stroked and rubbed in enthralling ways. His shaft twitched hard as his semen burst in thick globs over that little Phinian like face. She clearly didn’t like the look and effect of him claiming her sexually like that, but he did.

He now staggered to his room. He placed his pet in the sink and washed up. Hoping the overflow would be enough to rinse her for the night. Plopping her into a high walled sample tray with a dry cleaning cloth to dry off with and use for its bed. He now finished cleaning up his groin from that fun. He flopped on his small bed realizing how inebriated he was from those little beauties. How better surveying will be with a few of them on board.

He rolled over trying to remember for the next morning to classify the population of that world as only semi-intelligent while privately contacting their Spire rep to tell them what they really found. He smiled, they’ll want samples too. They could get them samples too. He closed his eyes. That helped stop the walls from breathing. The hum of the ship and the relaxed state of his body was perfect for going straight to sleep.

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@the-big-g So good, I’m already on to a second cup,

@Marry
Well good I’m glad your a successful artist. I’m sorry for upsetting you.

To clarify its just been a recurring thing lately anyone saying they’d like to discuss ideas about my stories that have also mentioned they were artists immediately started trying to sell me a commission once we started talking privately. I was just being up front as a few started attacking me for just not wanting to buy art from them. Wanted my boundary to be out in the open.

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@Marry

Like I’ve said, I’m on here if you’d like to chat. I can’t promise I’ll use your suggestions but I will read them with an open mind.

I do have to say, just because its been happening a lot to me lately sorry if I offend you, but I’m not interested in hiring for any art commissions. Not saying you were going to, its just I’ve been PMed by several people lately trying to sell me art. And some were not accepting of me saying I wasn’t interested. I just want to be clear so there isn’t any misunderstanding with anyone.

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@Marry

Thank you, I’m glad I was able to write something you enjoyed.

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@OptimisticSizes

Archive of our own.

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I have the standard advice of write what you know and write what you like. If there are scenarios you enjoy or don’t see as often as you’d like than write those. Its your story.

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@OptimisticSizes

I’m on here, feel free to contact me. I won’t promise I’ll use your suggestions but I will look at them with an open mind.

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@OptimisticSizes

Yeah, if I continued this I think random visits would be the way I’d go. As for his collection, I guess I could hint at it with missing person reports on the news and the like. Maybe I should think on this more.

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@OptimisticSizes

Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

I think if I continued this I would hold of on him taking her. Having him take delight at tormenting her in her home. Having his way with her at his leisure but possibly not at hers. Leaving her never knowing when he could show up or who he is.

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@sloppy_amy
Glad I could holed your attention that deeply. Hopefully your not holeding on to your anticipation for a follow up as sadly I don’t have a sequel thought up at the moment.

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@sloppy_amy
Well thank you. I’m glad I could entertain you through the hole story.

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