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Author’s Notes:
‘Mything You’ is my story for Literotica’s 2019 Geek Pride event.
All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.
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Mything You
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Chapter 1
“Christie! Your EpiPen! Where is it?!?” Sam asked his girlfriend desperately as he frantically dug through her enormous shoulder bag. He had no idea why she needed such a large bag as it seemed cavernous even with all the crap she stuffed in it.
There was a sewing kit to make repairs to their costumes should a wardrobe malfunction occur, not that it ever had. He found her makeup kit which would put most Hollywood cosmeticians to shame. A paperback, two packs of tissues, Christie’s cell phone, keys, and other items he couldn’t identify getting in his way in his panic-driven search.
At bahis siteleri the bottom of the bag was a carefully packed lunch to protect her from her severe allergies.
Just no EpiPen!
The small, plump woman was sucking in smaller and smaller amounts of air as her body went into severe anaphylactic shock.
Sam looked into her eyes and saw her shake her head slightly.
She’d left it at home. Again.
Sam habitually carried her spare, but today they were in full costume for the Fan Expo. His ratty charcoal grey robes, skin-tight black full-body leotard, and plate-mail gloves made him look like one of the Ringwraiths from Lord of the Rings, but it had the drawback of having no pockets. Christie’s huge purse also contained his wallet, keys, and his cell he’d used to call for help but NO GOD DAMNED EPIPEN!!!
“Where canlı bahis siteleri are the paramedics?!?” he screamed at the crowd gathered around him. They glanced around, but none answered his desperate question. He surged to his feet, and his 6′ 4″ height let him see over most the surrounding group. The convention center was packed with people, many in costume and the aisles were clogged.
He sank back down to his knees and dropped her purse next to him. He took Christie’s cool small hands in his larger ones. She looked into his eyes, and he could see she was slipping away from him.
“No! No! Christie! Stay with me!” he begged, looking into her soft brown eyes. Those eyes, only this morning, looked at him with so much love it warmed his entire body. Now, icy cold fear hooked its fingers into Sam. canlı bahis He was losing her. He didn’t know what to do!
Once more, he scanned the crowd around him, looking for someone to rescue his love from this cruel fate.
Then it was too late.
Sam knelt on the floor of the vast convention center, surrounded by hundreds but feeling utterly alone, silent tears running down his cheeks.
His beautiful Christie was gone.
Chapter 2
“I smite thee verily! Consider yourself smote, Anesh!”
Dice rolled across the table, and when they stopped, a burst of laughter rang out from the gathered players, drowning out the single voice of outrage.
“Three! You rolled a three. You smite nothing with a three!” Anesh crowed.
“Rick, I told you the Gods of Chance would not favor you playing your Paladin as Chaotic Evil!” Shelina chastised the man. Her D the costume and how her body shape accentuated it! If she could get her hands on more pieces at this level of quality, her body would enhance the costume as much as it enhanced her.
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