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This idea was beamed into my mind like a prophetic vision; pairing my favourite oldies together…

Ramb x Seam Ramble Under The Cut 💜🧡

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The divorce of Emperor Ampelian and Imperial Consort Davi of Karulia is a disaster. Faced with his chancellors voting against him and his mistress, Lady Isla, Ampelian forces the vote through during a lunch recess, and imprisons Davi in the Gardenia Wing. With his petitions for their return going unanswered, Davi's father Duke Tiago makes a last-ditch effort to save them by hiring the dashing sky-pirate Captain Topaz Bandrake. Topaz and the crew of the Treasure Chest must break into the emperor's engagement party and rescue Davi in the middle of the night. But it appears Topaz has other ideas, as Davi's abandonment tugs on his heart in a way he's never felt before...

Content: 

-Trans man x nonbinary transfemme -Dashing sky pirates -Espionage -Love at first sight -Sloppy kissing -Vaginal fingering -Hand jobs -Breast play

Please be advised that content in Pirates and Poise is of an adult nature; this is meant for readers 18 and up.

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Do I have to use paid tiers? Should I? What would I even use them for?

I want to share the erotic short fiction no magazines will touch and storefronts sequester in the shadows so no one can find them. Don't really care if I get paid here. Would be nice, obviously, but these are more fun things I don't know what else to do with.

The horror shorts will be fine on Draft2Digital, and I may use that for Weald and Wen when it's ready too--with an announcement and whatnot on my site to show where all it's available.

But the erotica is a fun playtime I want to share because apparently people like how I write those.

I just dunno what I'd do with these tiers.

Nothing like a tasty bit of medfet and femdom goodness, right?

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"Well aren't you just the prettiest young thing. Does your mommy know you're here, sweetie?"

The sultry voice was oddly out of place, here under the fluorescent, sterile gleam of examination-room lights. At the sound, Judy – the willowy blonde nurse to whom those words were addressed – flushed. Her fingers tightened imperceptibly on the clipboard as she drew herself up to the full, impressive height of her five whole feet. And as she turned her grey eyes over to the buxom, orange-jumpsuited woman who had addressed her, a note of hesitation entered her voice.

"I- You… You shouldn't talk to me like that." The pen in Judy's hand trembled… wavered… trembled again. "I'm just- just here to give you your annual physical. That's it, Miss… um, Miss…"

"Aww, does this cute little nurse not even know how to read?" A glint of amusement sparkled in the prisoner's eyes. She lifted her manacled wrists to gesture at the name stitched onto the straining fabric around her bosom – and as she did so, a wry chuckle escaped her lips. "It's Farnham, by the way. Gloria Farnham. But you don't really care about that, do you?"

Nurse Judy opened her mouth to protest, but her seated patient smoothly spoke her into silence. "Of course not. You're just here to do your job, of course. Do what they tell you. Try your very, very hardest not to mess up. Because that's the only way an adorable little nurse who's just getting started will ever get ahead, isn't it? Isn't it, sweetie?"

The blush was glowing now in Judy's cheeks – crimson against the white of her uniform. "Ah, well- I mean- yes? Procedure- it- it's very important I do everything just right-" "And I'm sure you are doing it all – so adorably well," murmured her patient, whose gleaming eyes were following every tic of emotion on the nurse's face. Farnham may have been the inmate, but there was nothing remotely submissive about her. Her entire aura reeked of power, of confidence, of… control. And against that, poor insecure Judy was quickly finding it a very tough time indeed.

Maybe the comforting solidity of routine could help. "I'll, um- I'll need… your height? I- you should- um, stand, please…"

But it was as if the patient could read her very thoughts. Farnham had already risen and was standing, with an unperturbed smile, against the measuring tape. "Oh-! You- you already did–" Judy faltered out meekly. "Oh, never mind-"

Down went that figure, recorded by Judy's shaky digits. She took a hasty breath while her patient slid smoothly back down onto the examination table. Then, her fingers discarded the clipboard, reaching as if for reassurance for her stethoscope. "I- um, I'm going to need to check your, um… breathing? You- you know- tuberculosis is a real, erm, problem-"

"Oh, check out my chest all you like, nurse," purred her patient, thrusting out her womanly bosom in evident amusement. "Go on, sweetie! You can't be more than what… twenty-one? Twenty-two? And I bet you've never even touched a woman like this." She bit back a smile as the nurse's gloved hands approached, trembling with sudden violence. "You know you want to, sweetie. Go on… touch them…"

"Ah- no- no that's not-" But Judy's fingers were already pressing deep into that jumpsuit, driven home not of her own volition but by the patient's own manacled – and surprisingly strong – hands. "See? It's okay, baby," soothed Farnham, as softly as to a restive child. Her wrists tensed, forcing Judy's hand even deeper into her formidable cleavage. "All okay. Go on… listen to my breathing, sweetie. Mmm… so soft and warm and steady…"

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If only poor Judy knew what lies in store for her! If you want to check out the rest of this steamy two-part tale, check out my Ream. We've got it plus lots of other yummy AB/DL fiction just waiting for you!

There is no god in the forest. There's nothing in there but animals and trees. Sometimes there is a deer, which is sometimes a wolf, and sometimes a fox. But there's no god. The town of Foxton is everything a town should be: devout, proper, and orderly. Everyone goes to morning service to hear Speaker Burton deliver the word of the Light Above, and then the ladies go to brunch to discuss town news. Lucy Keating tries to fit in, but living under Mother's disdainful gaze after Grandpa Sandy's death, she doesn't feel like she's living. After two men are killed by wolves on the night of the Flower Ball, fear and faith rattle the community. There is something in the forest hunting the people of Foxton, but it can't be a god. It must be a monster--or are the people turning into monsters? What is Lucy turning into?