She carefully chose exactly what she wanted to wear for him. She always did! The sparkle-encrusted pasties covered her nipples, and nothing but them. She couldn’t help but smile as she admired her form in the mirror, and how her high-waisted pants hugged her hips. Turning slightly, she sneaked a glance over her shoulder at … More Spikes
It had often been said, and was indeed true… Hende was not the strongest figure to look, but her strength came from her heart. To watch over that which was most important to her gave a sureness to the aim of any blows from the staff which she carried as she protected the forest. … More Warrior
The hissing jumble of snakes intertwined in her hair should be all the disclaimer warning that any unsuspecting soul should need. Burdened with a curse to turn all to stone who set eyes upon her, she wanders the land alone, save for the constant disapproving cacophony of her serpentine companions. Credits: Willow bento head … More Gorgon
Sometimes a SIM has such atmosphere to it, it lets words spring forth! This was taken and written on Cherishville: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Villa%20Baldeney/183/182/26 She sat and let the hammering of the rain silence the shouting of her confused thoughts. The autumn winds carried the drops under the shelter, but she didn’t notice how the damp cold … More Rain
The assassin stood at what he felt was a safe distance. He had heard whisper that this might be where she was to be found, but had scarce believed it. She stood alone in the forest clearing, statue-like, eyes closed and head tilted upwards, at the very moment when the sun started to rise, sending … More Reputation
They had both dressed for the occasion… each wearing power suits, of sorts. He reclaimed his chair, and didn’t wait for her, his hand reaching quickly for her wrist and pulling her gently to his side. She grinned down at him unsurprised that her attire should provoke an instant response. Standing beside him, she did … More The best seat in the house
She marveled at how the shoe looked on her foot, turning it this way and that, admiring it. A grin spread on her face at how perfect they were for her mood tonight. Satin ribbons hugged and bound her shapely ankles perfectly… feminine in the neatness of their bows. Although she sat to await the … More The fire has been stoked!
He had been with me through the day, ever-present in my thoughts no matter what chore I had been undertaking. I knew the hours were passing, the heated anticipation of his home-coming charging my skin with electricity with each passing moment. No concrete plans had been made that morning over breakfast, only that we would … More Too late?
She perched on the edge of the chair, careful not to disturb the sleeping cat. Twisting her ankle this way, then that, she admired the shining toe of her boots as it contrasted with the knitted fabric covering her leg. Leaning forwards she slowly pulled the laces tight, fastening each bow as she let a … More Ready and waiting
Sigeburg couldn’t help but smile as she let the shadows in the dusk-laden forest hide her. She slowed her breathing, as her training had made habit, calming herself and reducing the noise she bled out into the night. Her keen hearing suggested there were no more than two figures following her, yet they were as … More Patience!