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There were few things I enjoyed more than sailing the open seas. The glistening water, the smell of the salty air, the sound of waves forcing themselves against the wooden beams of my ship; Every part of the experience drove my mind completely mad. I was in love with the water, and likewise the water seemed to be in love with me. I never captained a craft large enough for multiple people, only ever having enough money to build my own small vessel. However, despite how crude it may have looked in comparison to the royal fleet, my ship sailed just fine. She cruised through the waters without issue, and when I dared to adventure father than the

She was perfect. Dear lord, this woman was absolutely perfect. Cathy Martel sat absolutely smitten as she listened to the woman across from her speak, her cheeks such a deep red they almost burned. Everything about her companion across the table was wonderful, and there was something about her eyes that made the usually stone faced professor’s heart skip a beat. She had long black hair and a sharp jawline, but her deep brown eyes were tender and kind. She had the voice of an angel, her laugh making Cathy’s stomach do flips and her cheeks nearly burst into flame. It was hard to believe she had only met this woman a few hours ago. I

Sierra sniffled some, rubbing at her nose as she fixed her dress. The day had gone about relatively normally, or at least as normally as a model’s could be. She had already seen three rounds of paparazzi and had a quick meet outside of her flat with fans. Her bodyguards had been present by her side the entire day while she tried to live a normal life. Though it wasn’t exactly easy to walk to a coffee shop and enjoy yourself with hundreds of screaming fans around. Still, the morning had come and gone, and around lunch she had returned home to relax. Lunch had been served to her, and yet again was she preparing for a photo shoot. Th

The college dorm room of Carrie Levving felt hot and stuffy. Really, it always felt like that, but on this particular day Carrie was not appreciative of the feeling. She already felt hot and sluggish, and had turned on at least three fans to alleviate her of the unpleasant feeling. Her flushed cheeks and attire proved that the fans, had not, made the room any cooler. Carrie was wearing one of the smaller shirts she had in her wardrobe and tight shorts, nothing beneath either article of clothing. She was not sweating but could swear that she would sooner than later. The only other piece of clothing Carrie had taken care to put on was thigh hi

Stacy felt all eyes on her as she strut along the stage, the tight leather pants hugging every bit of skin they could touch. Her fish net too with only a little bit of padding in the right places was beginning to feel more comfortable, and she was able to move around without any discomfort. She was the crowd's favorite dancer, and there was little denying it. She drew the most crowds, earned the club the most money, and had the best moves along a pole. She could drive a man mad and not even remove a single article of clothing. Which was what she was doing tonight. She could see the familiar face of her mob boss boyfriend in the crowd, two ot

Roy rubbed his reddened nose against a gloved ha d for the trillionth time that day, watching as yet again a glossy trail was left behind. Frowning in frustration, the man took out his already soaked handkerchief and gave a mighty blow, trying to clear all of the liquid out. Like before though, it only seemed to make his poor nose run more. It was just like Roy to push himself extremely hard. After all, he simply adored the princess of his kingdom, and was one of the higher ranked guards that got to regularly see her. However, pushing himself during allergy season was usually not the best of ideas. All of the pollen, dust, and other strong sm

Anne rubbed her red nose in the mirror, trying to conquer the steady stream that flowed from the bottom of it. She knew that this must have been the beginnings of a cold. A summer cold at that, meaning it was probably a head cold. Most days Anne could keep her nose under control. She might let loose a sneeze or two from her hay fever every now and again, but could keep up a straight face through work before making it home. Here, in the comfort of her four walls, she had all types of ways to induce the fits out. She had hoped today could have just been a regular sick day; But no. Of course not. Her district manager had been all over her case w

Bella heaved a sigh. She couldn't believe this. Not only was it bad enough that her friend's so desperately wanted to explore the old and creepy house on the edge of town; but now they wanted to play hide and go seek! As if her allergies hadn't been acting up enough. Summer vacation had brought out the worst of Bella's hay fever, and even on her meds she would still have bad allergy attacks if anything came remotely near her sensitive nose. Not to mention her extreme allergy to dust. This place practically leaked it. At the moment she was holding a used tissue, listening to the leader of their group, Evan, get everyone in on playing the game