Dirty Sheets

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After watching Mistress Miaro Takes Over The World, Carrot and Ilsther have a little discussion, among other things.

Notes:
– M/F
– Vanilla
– Short!
– Apparently, I can only adequately describe one orgasm per scene.

Warnings:
– None, as far as I can tell. Oh, wait, I used the word ‘cock’, once.

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Carrot giggled as the closing credits rolled. “That was pretty good. I wonder if there are any plans for a sequel?”

“It wasn’t bad,” Ilsther said, sitting up and stretching. “Well, there’s certainly plenty of opportunity for one.”

“True. I have to admit I wasn’t sure I’d like it… But Mistress Miaro seemed awfully reasonable. I liked her rules, particularly ‘no whining’.” She sat up herself, leaning forward and catching hold of her toes.

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Author’s Notes:
– It’s been a very long time since I wrote anything involving either of these characters. So long, in fact, that I had forgotten Ilsther’s name and was unable to open the files where his name can be found. He got a new name, and second chance… For which he’s been very grateful.

Warnings:
– It becomes pretty obvious that I am not a guy (to me, at least) at the end. I’m kind of annoyed by that, but I have three people that could provide me with a guy’s perspective… Were I likely to work up the courage to ask them any time soon. I don’t think that’s going to happen, sadly.
– It’s long because they can’t just get down to brass tacks. ARGH. Also, context is nice, isn’t it?
– Just a little bit of swearing, but a whole lot of naked Khaarsa.
– Laughing, run-on sentences, and a considerate young man.
– M/F

That’s about it, really… So, you know what to do.

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She blinked as she looked down at the scale. Did it really say that? She stepped off and crouched down, pulling it away from the wall and making sure it was properly zeroed out. Then she stood up and stepped back onto the scale. The same number came up again, right there between her feet. Turning to the mirror, she looked herself over. The scale had already confirmed what she’d been suspecting — the fact that she hadn’t been out on the water, working hard, on a regular basis meant that she was gaining weight. She couldn’t say she was bothered by it, though… She ran her hands up her torso, cupping her breasts. She’d thought they’d seemed a little fuller… Uncomfortable waistbands were a bother, but an increase in her bustline? She savored the thought. Balance was what she’d wanted, when she’d talked to the surgeon. No, she didn’t want to be ridiculously endowed, just…balanced. Normal-looking, or as normal as she could look.

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