Author: Alfie "Broke"
Letter 03: A question about veins
Letter 02: A question about gender
Letter 01: A question about underwear
Chapter 17: Morning After
The expression, slept like a log, came to mind. I stirred briefly in the morning, whining softly until I felt the warm reassuring hard muscled arm of my lover wrap around my waist and cuddle me. I fell back asleep quickly as I nuzzled the warm chest beside me. Though even the deepest sleeps ended… Continue reading Chapter 17: Morning After
Chapter 16: It’s About Time
As pleasant as the experience was to wake up cushioned and surrounded by warm flesh and a pillow of heavy breasts. I grumbled as I stirred. My jaw was aching, and I massaged it and stretched it out. My jaw had been clenching all night from the feel of it. And, if I had to… Continue reading Chapter 16: It’s About Time
Chapter 15: Jeena of Clayrend
It was another morning of stirring in bed, feeling warm arms around my body, kisses on my neck. I smiled feeling myself sandwiched between two warm bodies in bed as all three of us, Steinel, Rainere, and myself woke up. Steinel was the first out of bed, he groaned and stretched the colossal upper body… Continue reading Chapter 15: Jeena of Clayrend
Chapter 14: Bartering Agreement
Any kind of personal growth, in my experience, was always proceeded by a worry that one couldn’t possibly achieve it. But you always did of course. Perhaps the more confident never had this anxiety but I always found myself spiralling into anxious fits when I came upon a task, where utter panic overtook me. Until… Continue reading Chapter 14: Bartering Agreement
Chapter 13: Tribal History
It hadn’t really dawned on me how well I had been sleeping until this morning. Maybe I had skimmed the feeling, but that morning I laid in my bedroll and truly contemplated just how much better I been feeling of a morning then I ever had. For so many years of my life, waking up… Continue reading Chapter 13: Tribal History
Chapter 12: The Blacksmith’s Favor
It seemed, every opportunity the world had, it reminded me that my shelter was very much inadequate. Because I woke with a chill, shivering in the nippy early morning air. I had fallen asleep, letter still in my hands with my naked body outside the bedroll, but I shouldn’t have been this cold. My tired… Continue reading Chapter 12: The Blacksmith’s Favor