Beartholomew stirred as his Little rolled over in her sleep. She mumbled something sleepily, likely dreaming. As always, he was curious about what her dreams held. Unfortunately, he knew little about the Stuffie-Art of Comfortication. Even if he thought his Knight, Alanna, would allow him to enter Briana’s dreams, he lacked the ability. For a …
“It’s not that she’s necessarily unsafe at home.” Veronica said. “I would just feel better if she had a babysitter for overnight.” Monserrat considered the woman in front of her. She was pretty intimidating, to be honest. Not physically, but she had a lot of sheer presence packed into her gothic fem presentation. It didn’t …
“Mommy, I don’t want to wear a diaper to the party.” Camila said, stamping her foot. She wasn’t giving much of an impression of being adult, she knew. It was hard not to be little around Betty though, especially after their afternoon diaper check. At least they were in Betty’s single-room, so they didn’t have …
Alanna watched her Little, Briana, as she fell into a deep sleep. She smiled fondly, the dark brown embroidery of her lips curling. It had been strange at first to be called as the stuffie to an adult baby girl. Mere days into her life with Briana, Alanna realized that her Little had as great …
The next morning, Camila woke up sore. Checking her phone, she realized she’d slept in until after eight. Luckily, her first class wasn’t until ten. It was a weird feeling, for years now she’d woken up at seven even on weekends. Resting lazily in bed wasn’t an option though. Camila had to pee, badly. Soft …
Camila’s heart pounded in the basement of the Delta Lambda Gamma house. She’d just signed a scary NDA along with the other four girls that were pledging. The non-disclosure agreement had come with a hefty deposit into her bank account, to be forfeit if she revealed the sorority’s secrets, of course. But she already knew …
“You should share your location on your phone for these jobs.” Clarissa’s voice was a little crackly over the phone. The gated community Monserrat was driving into apparently had crappy cell coverage. “Oh yeah, and why’s that?” Monserrat asked. “For safety reasons, obviously.” Clarissa said. “I’m your safety buddy on these jobs.” “Uh huh.” Monserrat …
“I get everything you’re saying, Mr. Nguyen.” Monserrat said. “But I can’t really take your word for it one hundred percent, because Fabiola isn’t here.” “Just call me Nick.” He said. “You’re never going to hit that pronunciation anyway.” “Sorry.” Monserrat winced. “I thought I was pretty close.” “You are about as close as white …
“Tell me again how it isn’t prostitution.” The voice on the phone was more than a little sarcastic. Not that Clarissa had a lot of tones that weren’t sarcastic. Monserrat glanced in irritation at her phone, hanging on the dash of her car. With an effort she forced her eyes back on the road. “Because, …
“Hi, I’m Camila Guerrero. Pleased to meet you.” She shook the hand of the girl in front of her, with her best winning smile and making sure to make eye contact. “Doria.” Said the bored upperclasswoman. She was making Camila feel mighty shabby with her designer dress and literal diamond necklace. Not a pendant, a …