The Jersey Devil
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Hey everyone,
As new authors go it's always nice to provide samples of work, including finished pieces as has been provided thus far with some of my earlier work. BUT... I do have to ask...
...Do you have story requests?
I'm hoping to generate feedback, so even if it's just something quick to say like 'show me boobs!' I wanna hear it. I'd like to know what the general population of the TMF loves to read, including possible full length ideas.
Do you enjoy more upper body, a mixed blend, do you find yourself captivated by the idea of a full-length action and adventure sequence? Perhaps there are details missing from the mix... Let me know!
For the upcoming, and for people familiar with my Gargoyles story, I am hoping to include that into one of my more 'story driven' pieces, so any feedback you might have on that is also greatly appreciated.
I'm hoping to hear back soon... sorry there's no story, but since you were kind enough to read on through, perhaps you'd love to read a teaser for an upcoming project I have. Dead Space inspired. This isn't the final copy, and is quite some time in the works, but I will provide you with a brief snip from some more of the 'fetish' inspired part of the content.
Keep in mind, only a brief introduction with little backstory in this section, but seeing as this is a tickling story section, I figured it's only fair, right?
So... enjoy!
Resident Dead Space: Titan Atlas Project
The woman laughed all the same, only taking in the top view of Sarah's final act as the woman started to reel from her hangover. The headache-from the sound of it-was pretty fucking bad, or so Bella was led to believe, given the sounds that were emanating from Sarah's lips. Well she kept on trying to fucking pace me. Next time know your opposition before making an ass of yourself. Granted she wasn't acting like an 'ass', but Sarah certainly did bite off more than she was capable of chewing, for sure.
"Yeah I can see you're awake, now move your fucking feet girl... would be nice if I could move around too," she added... and instincts led to an actual 'genuine' encounter, in which the slightly less experienced brought a flurry of wriggling and squirming of nails down on the bottom of Sarah's naked foot. She wasn't holding it, save for gripping the ankle and coaxing it 'away' while letting go once it actually moved, but for that handful of moments in which Sarah was viably aware, she'd have to fight with her own desires personally. It was a simple, playful encounter in which Bella was seeing if her friend was ticklish.
Nah, not the motive... but that's the usual thing isn't it? People are ticklish, or mostly... and girl needs to move her fat ass so I can get up and stretch. Bella's motives were pure; Sarah was standing between her and her foul tasting nutrient coffee right about now, the only hangover cure she was interested in taking, short of maybe a stimpak or something... those usually hit right where it needed to go. "Come on, u-huhuhupppp... my legs hurt." the woman groaned, and if her tickle attack didn't work--which was a bit longer, at least a good ten, maybe fifteen seconds in depending on how long Sarah permitted it--she had the final resort which was to just 'heave' the woman's legs off with a single, solitary push.
Nothing hard or harsh, but enough that room was made, and Bella could stretch her legs out before she stamped them down on the floor, and stood up with what had to be the most epic bear yawn of the century.
Almost sounded like one too... a loud, rumbling feminine roar that had a nice Latin lilt to it... arms outshot and her whole body quivering in obvious bliss as noises sounded that were both terrible and wonderful all the same. Fuck, did she snap a spine in that stretch? Moving my neck around, sounds like I need a God-damn oil change or something. "Now that we seem accustomed to you passing out all over me, maybe your lazy ass-" slapping Sarah's butt, "--would be so incline to make some of that illegal fucking coffee and bring it over here before I suck down some more filling dissolving nutrient paste..."
--
"Urgh, I am, hold your -- n-no, no-ho wait, don't!" The wide-eyed expression, heedless of her hangover, was perfectly genuine. In that span of a few moments, Sarah had let her guard down. As it turned out, the young woman wasn't simply 'ticklish,' she was exquisitely, torturously 'sensitive.' The casual grip on her heel providing even the semblance of restraint, if only in image, plus those fingernails flickering playfully along her arch? She simply wasn't prepared, having honestly expected the other woman's casual attentions to end.
It brought out the giggles, and the scrunched up eyes... "S-stahap, I'll move, I'll moo-hove! P-Promise!"
The foot wiggled in Isabella's grip, but -- given the opportunity, let alone impetus, it did indeed move. And Sarah? Well, she was all grins, and tongue-sticking-out "Ugh, don't do that... ouch, my head..." as she scowled playfully at her friend and CO.
Everything about her body language, though... everything 'spoke' to the contrary of her choice of words. She didn't simply pull her feet away; her legs were entwined with Isabella's, and Sarah took the long way around to disentangling the two of them, making sure that there was plenty of prolonged contact as legs weren't so much 'extracted' as slid out, slowly, even in a slinky fashion.
At least, until she was heaved off the rest of the way, having taken too long... "OOF! Alright, alright... get your nutrient paste espresso, you..." She was still grinning, feeling almost insufferably good-natured now, though it wasn't entirely evident even to her as to why that was. Maybe once the pulsing in her temples subsided, at which point she had a conscious thought...
"Maybe pour a mug for me too... Damn. Don't know why I thought I could keep pace with a soldier..." She chuckled, a little ruefully, but there was still a pleasant tingle going on... along that foot, and in between her legs, and in her lower back. A bunch of little signals, quietly urging her to push for 'more, please?' with a side of 'feel free to shove a gag in my mouth if the screaming is too much.'
It was distracting... enough so that it actually took the place of the hangover itself in delaying her reception of Bella's request. That slap on the ass, though... it got a giggle, and an appreciative wiggle... God, don't turn into a dog already, Sarah... "What? Oh! Right! Yes, coffee... be back in a jiffy..."
Eyebrows furrowed, as she casually asked offhand, "So... um, where did you put my shoe?"
--
Like I said, a small sample. Since most of my stories are co-op role play style and driven it can at times be confusing, but as stories progress I'm hoping to post something a little more fluid for people to follow. Thanks again, and looking forward to your feedback!
As new authors go it's always nice to provide samples of work, including finished pieces as has been provided thus far with some of my earlier work. BUT... I do have to ask...
...Do you have story requests?
I'm hoping to generate feedback, so even if it's just something quick to say like 'show me boobs!' I wanna hear it. I'd like to know what the general population of the TMF loves to read, including possible full length ideas.
Do you enjoy more upper body, a mixed blend, do you find yourself captivated by the idea of a full-length action and adventure sequence? Perhaps there are details missing from the mix... Let me know!
For the upcoming, and for people familiar with my Gargoyles story, I am hoping to include that into one of my more 'story driven' pieces, so any feedback you might have on that is also greatly appreciated.
I'm hoping to hear back soon... sorry there's no story, but since you were kind enough to read on through, perhaps you'd love to read a teaser for an upcoming project I have. Dead Space inspired. This isn't the final copy, and is quite some time in the works, but I will provide you with a brief snip from some more of the 'fetish' inspired part of the content.
Keep in mind, only a brief introduction with little backstory in this section, but seeing as this is a tickling story section, I figured it's only fair, right?
So... enjoy!
Resident Dead Space: Titan Atlas Project
The woman laughed all the same, only taking in the top view of Sarah's final act as the woman started to reel from her hangover. The headache-from the sound of it-was pretty fucking bad, or so Bella was led to believe, given the sounds that were emanating from Sarah's lips. Well she kept on trying to fucking pace me. Next time know your opposition before making an ass of yourself. Granted she wasn't acting like an 'ass', but Sarah certainly did bite off more than she was capable of chewing, for sure.
"Yeah I can see you're awake, now move your fucking feet girl... would be nice if I could move around too," she added... and instincts led to an actual 'genuine' encounter, in which the slightly less experienced brought a flurry of wriggling and squirming of nails down on the bottom of Sarah's naked foot. She wasn't holding it, save for gripping the ankle and coaxing it 'away' while letting go once it actually moved, but for that handful of moments in which Sarah was viably aware, she'd have to fight with her own desires personally. It was a simple, playful encounter in which Bella was seeing if her friend was ticklish.
Nah, not the motive... but that's the usual thing isn't it? People are ticklish, or mostly... and girl needs to move her fat ass so I can get up and stretch. Bella's motives were pure; Sarah was standing between her and her foul tasting nutrient coffee right about now, the only hangover cure she was interested in taking, short of maybe a stimpak or something... those usually hit right where it needed to go. "Come on, u-huhuhupppp... my legs hurt." the woman groaned, and if her tickle attack didn't work--which was a bit longer, at least a good ten, maybe fifteen seconds in depending on how long Sarah permitted it--she had the final resort which was to just 'heave' the woman's legs off with a single, solitary push.
Nothing hard or harsh, but enough that room was made, and Bella could stretch her legs out before she stamped them down on the floor, and stood up with what had to be the most epic bear yawn of the century.
Almost sounded like one too... a loud, rumbling feminine roar that had a nice Latin lilt to it... arms outshot and her whole body quivering in obvious bliss as noises sounded that were both terrible and wonderful all the same. Fuck, did she snap a spine in that stretch? Moving my neck around, sounds like I need a God-damn oil change or something. "Now that we seem accustomed to you passing out all over me, maybe your lazy ass-" slapping Sarah's butt, "--would be so incline to make some of that illegal fucking coffee and bring it over here before I suck down some more filling dissolving nutrient paste..."
--
"Urgh, I am, hold your -- n-no, no-ho wait, don't!" The wide-eyed expression, heedless of her hangover, was perfectly genuine. In that span of a few moments, Sarah had let her guard down. As it turned out, the young woman wasn't simply 'ticklish,' she was exquisitely, torturously 'sensitive.' The casual grip on her heel providing even the semblance of restraint, if only in image, plus those fingernails flickering playfully along her arch? She simply wasn't prepared, having honestly expected the other woman's casual attentions to end.
It brought out the giggles, and the scrunched up eyes... "S-stahap, I'll move, I'll moo-hove! P-Promise!"
The foot wiggled in Isabella's grip, but -- given the opportunity, let alone impetus, it did indeed move. And Sarah? Well, she was all grins, and tongue-sticking-out "Ugh, don't do that... ouch, my head..." as she scowled playfully at her friend and CO.
Everything about her body language, though... everything 'spoke' to the contrary of her choice of words. She didn't simply pull her feet away; her legs were entwined with Isabella's, and Sarah took the long way around to disentangling the two of them, making sure that there was plenty of prolonged contact as legs weren't so much 'extracted' as slid out, slowly, even in a slinky fashion.
At least, until she was heaved off the rest of the way, having taken too long... "OOF! Alright, alright... get your nutrient paste espresso, you..." She was still grinning, feeling almost insufferably good-natured now, though it wasn't entirely evident even to her as to why that was. Maybe once the pulsing in her temples subsided, at which point she had a conscious thought...
"Maybe pour a mug for me too... Damn. Don't know why I thought I could keep pace with a soldier..." She chuckled, a little ruefully, but there was still a pleasant tingle going on... along that foot, and in between her legs, and in her lower back. A bunch of little signals, quietly urging her to push for 'more, please?' with a side of 'feel free to shove a gag in my mouth if the screaming is too much.'
It was distracting... enough so that it actually took the place of the hangover itself in delaying her reception of Bella's request. That slap on the ass, though... it got a giggle, and an appreciative wiggle... God, don't turn into a dog already, Sarah... "What? Oh! Right! Yes, coffee... be back in a jiffy..."
Eyebrows furrowed, as she casually asked offhand, "So... um, where did you put my shoe?"
--
Like I said, a small sample. Since most of my stories are co-op role play style and driven it can at times be confusing, but as stories progress I'm hoping to post something a little more fluid for people to follow. Thanks again, and looking forward to your feedback!
