Stranger ringing my door.

Best I made that period (2)
We must not say every mistake is a foolish one.

I saw her for the first time while she was taking a shower. She was an adult, a young woman, and I was still just a child, a boy of eleven. It struck me how fat her lips were, and how fat her breasts. The lights in the shower lighted up her sun tanned skin. Her hair was brown as the eyes of a deer, and her eyes in this light were black as crystals, where they were normally brown as deers eyes.

I could just make out her nipple, as it peeked over the shower curtain. She looked at me, from above, with her fierce dark eyes.

I stood as frozen, and expected her to tell me to move, but she seemed to not mind a child my age, so she continued showering, making herself invisible behind the curtain, and started speaking to me in a relaxed voice.

‘Have you been to school today?’


‘How was it?’


‘What was hard about it’.

‘It was hard because I like a girl, and she is mean to me’.

I held my breath. The words had come out without thinking.

‘What did she do?’

I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I left the bathroom and went to my mother downstairs.

She was cooking dinner.

‘How was school today honey?’

‘It was okay.’

‘Just okay?’

‘It was fun’.

I sat down and she poured me tea.

‘We’re eating in fifteen minutes honey, so be sure to finish your tea. Is it good? Have you seen Ashley?’

I figured the girl upstairs must have been Ashley.


‘Ashley is the new babysitter’.

I wondered what our new babysitter was doing using our shower. But I couldn’t ask about it, because I had just told her I hadn’t seen her.

We had dinner and I watched cartoons, and that’s how Monday ended. I wasn’t going to see my new babysitter until weekend. By that time the surprising image of her body: the brown, pink and purple under the spotlights of the shower, had been forever ingrained in my body.

(Writings 8, June, 2013)
Best I made that period

She walked in and saw lines of fourteen year old boys, naked, making a bridge. They were ordered for skin color, from pinkish white to chocolate black.

She talked to the owner, after being handed a large feather.

‘You are doing well!’.

‘Thank you. Have you been here before’.

‘Two years ago. You didn’t have the boys back then’, she pointed at the naked bodies, lean, their skins unblemished. Some of them had mirrors behind them.

She was led around and stopped at a particularly well shaped boy. Without thinking, she lazily brushed his private parts with the feather.

As they walked on, behind them the boys’ penis quickly grew to its ultimate size, almost bursting, a little string of glistening pre-ejaculate coming out.

The boy himself remained perfectly quiet. Apparently he didn’t dare to make a noise.

‘You are ovulating’

‘Yes. Can you tell?’

‘I can tell by how the boys react to you’.

‘Do they attract a lot of women?’

‘You’d be surprised’.

‘It’s going to get messy though, right?’

‘Yes. It’s a beautiful site. Very endearing. They keep pumping it out at that age, it’s unbelievable’.

‘Don’t they need time for recovery?’

‘We get their heads so high, we make sure they barely need any’.


‘We have our methods. You learn a lot of tricks in this business. It’s also a matter of knowing a particular boy well. His method of processing information, how he thinks, his tastes, his fantasies, his insecurities, his dreams, his past’.

‘How do you keep them so submissive?’

‘They think they’ll die if they displease us’.

‘And is that true?’


‘Then why do they think they’ll die if they’re not obediant?’

‘We have weapons. They don’t. We are soldiers. They aren’t, and neither are their families’.

‘I would imagine there is a lot of spite in these families’.

‘Of course’.

‘Don’t they rebel’.

‘They are not soldiers. That’s their fault. Giving in to fear can come at a high cost. They are afraid of dying. We are not. We reap the reward for that’.

‘How have you overcome your fear of death?’

They were looking at some young girls behind glass now. They sat in positions that allowed for a good look at their bare genitals. There were decorations, like flowers, water basins, and animals, like snakes and butterflies.

‘By meditating’.

They looked at the goods, as they were shown to them. The girls all looked innocent, and were quiet. They looked at their admirers with quiet eyes.

‘This one. Put her on a simple chair’.

A few minutes later, the girl was sitting on the chair with her legs spread, holding her weight with her hands, her knees pointing up. Her admirer held the young legs up with her arms, her hands just above the knees, gently eating her up between the legs.

The girl tilted her head back, until it was horizontal, her eyes firmly shut. Now and then, her mouth opened. Sometimes only a little, sometimes wide, licking her lips. Then she tilted her head back and looked with unbelieving eyes to what was happening to her, scared, with a sense of defiance about her. Then she closed her eyes again, letting out a soft, childish moan. Later she had her head tilted all the way back again, eyes shut and the tongue licking the lips. Mostly she was very quiet, not daring to make a sound. Only her admirer could be heard talking,

‘you are a delicious little thing aren’t you. I’m going to blow your head up, you little demon’.

Then after a while,

‘you’re so pretty. You’re such a sweet child. You deserve to be rewarded. Such a wonderful, light complexion. Such sweet little nipples. I love to lick your little clit’.

She fingered her by moving the upper part of her index finger up and down, and addressed the owner.

‘How do you like that smell?’

Seconds later, the girl was lying on her back, on some pillows on the floor, her legs spread just a little, the knees pulled up, and her admire lay stretched on the clean, cold floor, her head between the thighs, her hands on the hips, one leg pulled up. The child head her head turned to the right, her elbows were on the floor, and her hands were on her knees, her feet rested on the shoulder blades of her benefactor. The child had a thicker pillow under the hips.

‘Can you tell her to grind a little with her hips?’

The two spoke a few words in a foreign language. Apparently it cost some effort to make her understand what she was supposed to do. Her admirer waited patiently, her tongue on the childs’ opening, catching her scent with her throat.

The owner got a little impatient, and the girl got scared. Finally she had to be forced to grind by helping her manually, and then she finally understood. The young muscles were inexperienced, but her masters still enjoyed it.

Then she sat in the chair, and took the girl with her. The girl sat on her lap, facing her, and she held her tight, one hand on her back, one on her waist. The girl had the hands on the back of her admirers head. Her knees rested on the chair. Her head tilted forward.

She was instructed to grind her master.

A major erogenous zone was discovered on her. The master paid close attention, to take note.

Apparently, the little girl loved having her belly rubbed over the soft belly of the older girl.

‘I can smell it too’, said the owner.

‘It’s amazing. She feels like a different person’.

Now the girl sat between her legs, the arched back turned towards her. The child looked to the right, the right shoulder pulled up, arms stretched and hands together, her right knee slightly higher than the left one. Her ass was pushed back, so that it touched the belly behind her. One hand was on her upper leg.

Hands stroked back and forth on her upper legs.

‘Oh, I’m enjoying this’, she said to the headmaster.

‘Take your time’.

‘Where did you pick this girl up?’

‘She came her for refuge. Her people is in conflict with the hordes’.

‘And getting slaughtered’.


‘She’s so well shaped’.

‘I’m glad that you like her’.

‘She would have made an excellent bride’, and to the girl, ‘you would have made an excellent bride. You’re beautiful.’

The girl remained quiet as always.

‘Don’t you want to say something to that?’, the owner asked, in a gentle tone as not to make her pannick.

Lips ran through her neck and hair.

‘What a sweetheart’, she whispered, ‘you don’t have to answer sweetheart’.

‘How do you like being caressed by this kind woman?’, the owner asked, ‘You know you are very lucky? Tell me it feels like. Does it feel good?’

‘She’s nodding’, she kissed the neck, bit on the strains of hair.

‘You like it when your belly is pressing against another belly?’

‘Yes you do’.

‘Say ‘yes I do’’.

‘Yes I do’.

‘What does it feel like?’

‘Like butterflies’.

‘And what more?’

‘It tingles’.


‘In my head’.

‘And we love making your head feel like that’, said the person behind her, ‘we like to make it feel like that all day long’, and to the owner, ‘god I want to kiss her face right now’.

She pulled her head towards her, and kissed the side of her face that was closest to her.

‘Do you like being kissed?’, asked the owner.


‘Tell me something about your childhood’.

The girl seemed to be thinking, but she was a little distracted, her face being kissed over and over. She seemed happy, and a little dreamy.

(Writings 10, July, 2013)

Role playing pen and paper

For beginning adventurers (level 0).

Work in progress.

Guardian on knight. Play him as extravert and theatrical
Leader of rogue group. Fast whispering

All rules are homebrewn and are introduced throughout the adventure, learnt through trial and error.

Players are advised to spend no more than five minutes on coming up with a name and short description of their pc.

Tell the players in the land the characters live in, people don’t have fixed names. Their names are given to them by the people around them and are usually based on characteristics of their appearance or past deeds.


The man who attempted to murder princess Brandine of Brismark has escaped. The Duke of Emerald Forest is calling for help. What do you do?

1. Go visit the Duke.

Tell: You have no idea how to get there. You roughly know the domain he presides over.

DM As of now, the players are not going to get anywhere near the Duke.

2. Inquire about the backstory


Tell: No one seems to know who this man is and why he attempted the murder. / The duke cheats on his fat wife. / The duke likes to hunt in the forests with an impressive band of horsemen.
Later that day you find yourself talking to a bunch of rough guys, wearing cloaks and daggers and having a lot of fun. After explaining to you how much they hate the aristocracy, because they are hypocrites, they ask you what you think of the Duke. The rest of the group suddenly falls silent and listens with stern looks.

2a. Immediately say that they don’t like the Duke.

2b. Get out the situation because it is too threatening

Pc’s save their asses.
2c. Anything else.

Intelligent pc’s, tell: It quickly becomes clear that the group doesn’t like you anymore.

Stupid pc’s, tell: It becomes clear that the band of rogues is trying to surround you. They casually hold their hands behind their backs or in front of them, they’re not holding weapons. What stance are you assuming and where are you moving?

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The best the group can do here is escape. If they don’t escape one of them get a knife held under their chin. They are surrounded so no witnesses can see what is happening. Unless they accept the invitation to get lost, they will be killed.

The pc’s should have learned not to talk to multiple persons at once and not talk in unfavorable situations. If they have failed this lesson the lesson the next time they will die.

The group is too powerful and the players are met with a threat after the first successful attack, a knife under one of their throats. They are surrounded so no witnesses can see what is happening. Unless they accept the invitation to get lost, they will be killed.

If they survive, tell: the band of rogues retreats to one of the many nearby taverns, one of the more squalid ones, built half underground and somewhat sunken to one side over the ages. In the distance, a group of horsemen approaches, sounding a bell. Bystanders make way upon hearing the sound. Some of the horsemen are talking to pedestrians. You recognize this group as a patrol unit belonging to the authorities, tasked with maintaining order. One tall guy in plate armor smiles from his high place on his dark, energetic horse. ‘How are you today sir? Everything alright?’ (Sound: http://goo.gl/PT9eUF)


The players will be killed by the rogues if they talk to them all at once or in a bad situation.

a. Tell the band of rogues you dislike the Duke

Tell: Some of them seem to be willing to accept you within their midst after seizing you up, the general consensus is that you’ve proven yourself unworthy.

b. Prove your bravery by killing a bystander.

Tell: You’ve clearly earned their respect although the atmosphere is tense now. They still aren’t willing to accept you because they don’t believe you’re against the Duke.

c. Lie to them about some evil the Duke committed on you after the last meeting with the rogues.

This works if the lie is convincing enough.

d. Tell them honestly that you were for the Duke, but that they seem more interesting.

Tell: The band seems to be appreciating your honesty. One of the more talkative ones, a tall, extremely strong man, walks up to you. He seemed very jovial, almost theatrical, talking to his mates, but now he seems very serious: ‘What do you find interesting about us?’ / ‘What don’t you like about the Duke?’

The rogues will talk about their ideas on anarchy. If they think the pc’s understand the ideas, they’re accepted.

e. Notify the patrol.

f. Ask them their names.

Tell: ‘We don’t have names.’ ‘You mean, you have a name?’

z. Do anything else

Tell: nothing happens.

1. Offer up your services for free

The adventurers have to talk to the Duchess. If she likes them, they’ll get the job.

1a. Flatter her.

Flattering works well. They get the job is they flatter her about her hair. She is overweight. She has just gotten a haircut with horrible results. Her husband is taking an interest in younger women.

1b. Impress her.

The Duchess pretends to be interested but in reality she is only interested in herself. She quickly loses respect.

1c. Ask her questions.

She just rambles on and on. It will hold her interest but won’t be enough unless there is enough flattering involved. She will tell about her hair and husbands infidelity.

2. Offer up your services for a price
The price offered is 50 gold. The adventurers only get the job if they manage to get the price up to 500.

3. Inquire about the backstory

No one seems to know who this man is and why he attempted the murder.

Mission to find the man who attempted the murder.

The players can enter this mission
a. Being for the Duke and against the anarchists
b. Being against the Duke and for the anarchists
c. Being neutral towards the Duke and for the anarchists

(June 28, 2014)