A story focused more on plot than fetish fun.
As it turned out, Grandma had to go back to her house anyway. Not forever, not even for more than a week at a time, but for Briana, any loss of Grandma time was awful. She loved her Mom and Dad with every iota of her Little heart, and was no question in Briana’s mind …
Ava’s wrists ached from the pressure she was putting on them – she ignored the discomfort and kept up her quick strides. Her irritation at Briana was ridiculous, she knew. Slightly nosy curiosity and an offer to help Ava pack had to be the mildest way someone had pointed out her disability. She could easily …
There had been time for a nap, but not with Melody. Briana hardly had time to say goodbye to her disgruntled sibling – let alone her parents or grandmother – before Kiara had her bundled into her car seat in the back of an elegant black Chrysler. When she woke to a dry mouth and …
Kiara’s arrival day wiped Briana out enough to send her to her crib before her already early bedtime. Getting a brand new aunt would have been enough for one day – she was exhausted from the additions of being Melody’s emotional support, and feeling like she had to be wary of her Littleness around Emeline. …
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1 After Christmas Briana had never seen her family’s living room so full and so quiet at the same time. The space was a good one for being noisy, running as it did from the front door to the kitchen – easily half the length of the house. Though there was technically a foyer by …
The sound of Roan’s messy accident had faded away, but the smell was only growing stronger. Time seemed to slow and attenuate as it did in Faerie. Roan tried to will herself to vanish, perish, or anything else that would get her out of her current situation. An incongruously happy sound shattered the illusion of …
Keeley’s night had been one of the roughest she’d known – including those during her worst benders. As her sunburn settled in, every waking moment was painful, itchy agony. Dreams were no escape either, the three headed bird person was waiting for her there. On another occasion Keeley might have felt bad about how many …
Keeley woke the next day to find out that Vidette was on baby duty, and that her naughty babysitter had been up all night. It was tempting to be a brat and wake Trish up. Keeley still remembered being dragged out of bed at the start of her trip and decided to spare her girlfriend. …
The days – or rather days worth of time – rolled by in Faerie without variation. Every waking period was sunny and warm, with enough wind to make sweating pleasant instead of sticky. Sleeping periods were cooler, but still brightly lit. At most, the sun might disappear behind a cloud. Flowers bloomed continuously in the …
Physical exhaustion was unable to save Keeley from what she would come to call Burning Dreams. Not that she’d expected the Playa to be quiet at night, but expecting a festival atmosphere and sleeping through one were different things. Keeley’s dreams were a blender-mixed amalgam of action movies, memories of rave parties, and the story …