Female/Female

As Dawsie leapt into a pair of sweatpants, I wondered into the living room. It was a mess. The aftermath of Dawsie’s brief inflation had left most of the furniture turned on its side, pictures hung crooked on the wall, books had fallen from their shelves and the contents of the living room cabinets were emptied onto the floor. The latter, I’m guessing, was the result of Dawsie’s frantic search for the antidote. The small vile that once contained the antidote lied sideways on the floor. Empty.

Ninja’s exist all over the world. It would be impossible to count the various clans in existence because of the sheer amount of them. This one particular clan of ninja was preparing to execute a mission to assassinate a greedy person who was exploiting the people of the village they protect. Very little intel is available on this individual so it makes the mission much harder to plan out.

I sat in my living room,wondering where this evening would take me. A friend of mine,knowing my tastes, had told another woman she might be helped, if she and I met.

Raisa is my name, and latex my game. Sorry about the old joke, but I couldn't resist.

I'm so excited by this oppourtinity, but am scared, too. Even though I like to think of myself as "bossy", I'm afraid of what I have in store. I guess I'm a person that never really wants to see another in pain-for real.

THE AWAKENING

I woke up surrounded by a group of incredibly huge-breasted women. Immediately I thought, "Uh-oh.... not again."

"He's awake!" said one in the front, a dark-haired beauty. The light dress she wore was tattered and torn, and she had obviously made some attempt to piece it back together. I sat up, and they all took a step back. The other women were similarly attired, in a variety of fashions. Some were in rugged camping clothes, others in city wear. There seemed to be fashions from all over the world.

"Where am I?" I asked.