This is a little microsite containing some 3D printing models to share. Maybe some other stuff. You’re welcome to copy and remix the models. I would appreciate if you credit me and/or keep the signature present in the model. But, you don’t have to.
Also, ask me anonymous questions if you want.
New to the story? Read on. Or, jump to the latest chapter. Author’s Foreword I’d say I don’t know if this is erotica, or it’s a love story. In truth, it’s both. It’s also my fantasies and my experiences, mixed all together. I’m not going to tell you which is which. I hope you enjoy reading it, for the story, for the emotions; and if you find it hot enough to get you off, then so much the better. ...
New to the story? Start here. Or, jump to the latest chapter. Chapter 1 Valerie sobbed behind the wheel as she drove home down the darkened highway. The sun had already set despite the long summer hours- she had worked late, again, and it hadn’t been a good day even before that. She felt scared, and, worse- hopeless. – “Val, we need to talk about your behavior in the Monday meeting,” her manager, Bren, had grated at her that afternoon from the other side of a conference table earlier that day. ...
New to the story? Start here. Or, jump to the latest chapter. Chapter 2 “Whole milk mocha,” Dana ordered tersely across the counter. She’d been coming to this café for a few weeks now, and she took her usual place next to the window. She the only customer this morning, partly due to how expensive and yet poor quality the coffee was, but mostly because she had arrived at open, while the sun still crawled its way up from the horizon. ...
New to the story? Start here. Or, jump to the latest chapter. Chapter 3 The sliding glass door was easy for Dana to shim open; the simple slide lock was a polite suggestion of “do not enter” rather than any kind of real security. The empty wine glass perched halfway off the edge of a side table took her by surprise, however. She was nervous and less graceful than she knew she could be, and it was the slightest bump against the table that left her frozen in terror as the glass smashed to bits on the apartment’s polished concrete floor. She held her breath, expecting to see the bedroom light flick on- to see her cue to turn and run. ...
New to the story? Start here. Or, jump to the latest chapter. Chapter 4 “No plan survives first contact with the enemy.” Dana wasn’t sure whether the predator-prey connection she had with Valerie counted as the girl being her “enemy-” but she supposed it must, because her plan had just fallen apart completely. It wasn’t that anything had gone wrong, per se. Dana had driven Valerie back to her home without a problem. The girl’s Subaru was stashed in the detached garage, out of sight. The battery was disconnected just in case someone did try to use the car’s old “connected safety” system to try and track it. ...
New to the story? Start here. Or, jump to the latest chapter. Chapter 5 Valerie wasn’t sure how long her alarm had been going off. She’d gotten back to her apartment late Sunday afternoon- had lost most of the day- and was so drained and groggy that she collapsed into bed. Her phone was on the charger where she’d left it Saturday night, before… everything that had just happened. She fumbled with it and turned off the alarm, old habits dragging her out of bed even though her mind felt like it was trudging through knee deep mud just to perform “getting ready for work”. ...
New to the story? Start here. Or, jump to the latest chapter. Chapter 6 Six months ago. Valerie stepped through the door, into to the apartment that she and Heather shared. She was shivering from the cold and the fog outside. The apartment was dark, and silent- normally Heather would on the couch, murdering a bottle of wine while watching something inane on the TV. Instead, Valerie found a scribbled note on the coffee table saying that Heather had caught a flight back to her mother’s place in Idaho, to stay “for a few days”. ...
New to the story? Start here. Or, jump to the latest chapter. Chapter 8 okay. Valerie sent the first message quickly, rapidly typing out the four letters and hitting send before her mind had a chance to reconsider yet again. She immediately tapped the message and her finger hovered over the delete button while she agonized. The Read indicator showed up a moment later. – She had been staring at her phone for a long time, the glowing rectangle face-up on her coffee table showing a plain black-text-on-white PDF. In fact, staring at these words on her phone had been all she’d done during every spare moment since Dana had sent them to her the night before. ...
New to the story? Start here. Or, jump to the latest chapter. Chapter 9 The doorbell was insistent and ungraceful, someone pushing the button over and over again while simultaneously hammering on the door, rattling the security chain. She dropped her phone in surprise at the suddenness of it, but recovered it quickly and slipped it into the pocket of her pajamas. She cracked open the door, security chain still fastened. The next few moments were a blur, motion and pain and disorientation happening too quickly for her to understand the sequence of events. She had barely turned the handle and opened the door the inch or two that the chain allowed when it was forced open completely. The corner of the door narrowly missed catching the side of her head, but the security chain’s anchor, ripped free from the doorframe, slashed a line of pain across her forehead. ...
New to the story? Start here. Author’s Note A couple days after originally publishing this chapter, I revised it a little bit. Nothing has been changed, I just added a little more context about her university experience. The expanded sections are bolded, in case you, dear reader, would like to re-read just those. Chapter 11 More than anything else, Valerie was confused by the man’s words and his treatment of her. She didn’t believe his assurance that he meant her no harm- He’d already drugged her, and her cramped and bruised body seemed to pass the bar for “hurting” as far as she was concerned. The car hit a small bump that knocked her up and down against the unpadded trunk floor, and she whimpered, and tried without success to find a position that was comfortable. ...