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- Joined
- Dec 8, 2011
Plotline: Victoria Brasshaw is the daughter of a general, who has far too much time on her hands, and enough mischief in her system to get her into plenty of trouble. One day, after wandering into the forest on her own, she encounters a female elf, a Princess at that.
Through many adventures, they find themselves forbidden to see each other, but that does not stop them.
Alone in a secret grove, they explore their passion, shielded by the trees.
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The mansion had been stiffling. Her tutor was a dusty, stiff old woman by the name of Agnes Weathersby. Droll.
She had given her the slip, and escaped by slipping over the fence. There was nothing but forests behind her home, and they were lush and inviting.
Victoria was 18 years old, a finely boned specimen, with womanly softness where it counted, and fragile limbs to accompany the curves. She had large green eyes, and high cheek bones, a delicate nose, and full, red lips. Her hair fell around her shoulders in copper colored ringlets, a shocking contrast to her pale skin.
She had begun to curse her corset when she came to a clearing in the forest. She wasn't sure what it was about this place, but it was breathtaking, and she stopped almost instantly.
Finding a log to sit upon, her full hoop skirt billowed around her, exposing her button up ankle boots and gauze like white silk stalkings.
She took out her pocket watch and gazed at the time. She had five hours until dinner was served, and she intended to spend it out here in the woods.
She had always loved the lush green of the forest, the way it smelled when the rain came, the mystery about the place. It felt magical here.
She hummed happily and stared up at the sky, feeling peaceful. Before she knew it she was nodding off.
Her dreams were full of strange imagery, sexually charged imagery. The sound of bells and clocks.
She dreamt of long, nimble fingers undoing her corset, sliding it off and lifting her shirt. She could almost feel the warmth, and it sent chills up her spine.
Her dreams were timeless, but outside her body, hours slipped by with ease.
Through many adventures, they find themselves forbidden to see each other, but that does not stop them.
Alone in a secret grove, they explore their passion, shielded by the trees.
~~~
The mansion had been stiffling. Her tutor was a dusty, stiff old woman by the name of Agnes Weathersby. Droll.
She had given her the slip, and escaped by slipping over the fence. There was nothing but forests behind her home, and they were lush and inviting.
Victoria was 18 years old, a finely boned specimen, with womanly softness where it counted, and fragile limbs to accompany the curves. She had large green eyes, and high cheek bones, a delicate nose, and full, red lips. Her hair fell around her shoulders in copper colored ringlets, a shocking contrast to her pale skin.
She had begun to curse her corset when she came to a clearing in the forest. She wasn't sure what it was about this place, but it was breathtaking, and she stopped almost instantly.
Finding a log to sit upon, her full hoop skirt billowed around her, exposing her button up ankle boots and gauze like white silk stalkings.
She took out her pocket watch and gazed at the time. She had five hours until dinner was served, and she intended to spend it out here in the woods.
She had always loved the lush green of the forest, the way it smelled when the rain came, the mystery about the place. It felt magical here.
She hummed happily and stared up at the sky, feeling peaceful. Before she knew it she was nodding off.
Her dreams were full of strange imagery, sexually charged imagery. The sound of bells and clocks.
She dreamt of long, nimble fingers undoing her corset, sliding it off and lifting her shirt. She could almost feel the warmth, and it sent chills up her spine.
Her dreams were timeless, but outside her body, hours slipped by with ease.