Would you guys like that? The last rays of sunshine for the day streamed in through the half-drawn curtains and cast soft shadows across your form as you sat cross-legged on your mattress.
With your reach outstretched towards your laptop propped up on the chair situated at the foot of your bed, you clicked on the go live button and watched as a countdown appeared on the screen, overlaying your visage staring back at you as your gaze briefly flickered around to check your gear one last time.
One angle to catch all of your frame and one zoomed-in to capture a perfect close-up between your legs. Reader, soft! Author Notes: While not strictly a series, this is the second of probably four stories I plan to write for these three Previous Installment Seri e s.
You groan as you blink back into consciousness, the light too bright, and the the sound and feel of everything not as familiar as it should be.
You gasp and jolt up, memories flooding back to you now all at once. You're still in the tattoo chair, but it's been adjusted to a more upright position. A large, soft flannel shirt drapes over you, its sleeves hanging past your fingertips.
