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The Secret Scroll
Story written on January 7, 2008 by wolvie.
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Chapter
One
One
Where could she be? thought Gabrielle.
She was only supposed to be gone for a candle mark or two. And that
was four candle marks ago! Oh, well, I suppose, she got sidetracked
by some bandits or something. Nothing out of the ordinary…
she thought, as she returned to the parchment, she was working
on.
She was only supposed to be gone for a candle mark or two. And that
was four candle marks ago! Oh, well, I suppose, she got sidetracked
by some bandits or something. Nothing out of the ordinary…
she thought, as she returned to the parchment, she was working
on.
It was a warm evening, early autumn, and with the
fire burning, it didn’t feel cold at all. Gabrielle was lying
on her back on her bedroll, dressed only in her shift, tapping her
quill against her cheek. Hmm, let’s see now… Where was
I…? Oh, yes:
fire burning, it didn’t feel cold at all. Gabrielle was lying
on her back on her bedroll, dressed only in her shift, tapping her
quill against her cheek. Hmm, let’s see now… Where was
I…? Oh, yes:
The strong, callused hands of the
warrior, continued to caress the bard’s rear, while the
bard’s hands wandered up and down the warrior’s back,
eventually ending up in the warrior’s long, raven
hair…
warrior, continued to caress the bard’s rear, while the
bard’s hands wandered up and down the warrior’s back,
eventually ending up in the warrior’s long, raven
hair…
“Huuhhh,” the bard longingly sighed.
If only there was some way of letting her know, how I really
feel about her, then maybe some of all these fantasies, could come
true. Maybe I could accidentally leave one of the stories just
‘lying around’, where she would find it or something.
Even though, my stories don’t contain names or places, or
even genders, it’s pretty obvious, who I’m writing
about. A fierce warrior and a friendly bard? Come on, you would
have to be pretty stupid, not to figure it out.
If only there was some way of letting her know, how I really
feel about her, then maybe some of all these fantasies, could come
true. Maybe I could accidentally leave one of the stories just
‘lying around’, where she would find it or something.
Even though, my stories don’t contain names or places, or
even genders, it’s pretty obvious, who I’m writing
about. A fierce warrior and a friendly bard? Come on, you would
have to be pretty stupid, not to figure it out.
It would be so simple: I would leave on some
pretence, leaving a scroll on the ground in such a way, so as to
make it easy for her to read it, and when I came back, she would
meet me with open arms and a big kiss and… and, uh… Yeah,
right, Gabrielle. If it’s that easy, why haven’t you
done it already?
pretence, leaving a scroll on the ground in such a way, so as to
make it easy for her to read it, and when I came back, she would
meet me with open arms and a big kiss and… and, uh… Yeah,
right, Gabrielle. If it’s that easy, why haven’t you
done it already?
You know why, she mentally chastised
herself.Because you don’t want to return to camp to find
her angry or disappointed… Or maybe she would just not be there
anymore! And that would be the end of your dreams… your hopes…
your life! She shook her head to clear it. No, I’m
not going to think about it anymore. Let’s see…
herself.Because you don’t want to return to camp to find
her angry or disappointed… Or maybe she would just not be there
anymore! And that would be the end of your dreams… your hopes…
your life! She shook her head to clear it. No, I’m
not going to think about it anymore. Let’s see…
The warriors hand continued to caress
the bard’s rear, eventually letting a finger slip inside the
bard’s breeches and down between the cheeks. The bard moaned
in delight, as their lips met in a fiery embrace, taking their
breath away…
the bard’s rear, eventually letting a finger slip inside the
bard’s breeches and down between the cheeks. The bard moaned
in delight, as their lips met in a fiery embrace, taking their
breath away…
Hmm, this it getting real good, thought
Gabrielle, as her left hand unconsciously started traveling down
the length of her left thigh. Soon, she had forgotten about her
story all together, losing herself in the images produced by her
ravenous imagination…
Gabrielle, as her left hand unconsciously started traveling down
the length of her left thigh. Soon, she had forgotten about her
story all together, losing herself in the images produced by her
ravenous imagination…
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