A/N: Well, it's finally here. The hard M-rated chapter that I mentioned. So if that's not your thing or you're bothered by lemons, skip this chapter. But also read the note at the end of this one.
Slow, steady breaths. Focus on something around you to take your mind off of what's coming. The wait is the worst part—once it's time, you'll be fine.
The mental pep talk that she had sometimes had to resort to for battles wasn't so effective this time around. Kyoko reached for a stick of Pocky—that usually helped ease her nerves. Her fingers brushed against seamless fabric where there should have been pockets, and she felt like kicking herself. Of course she didn't have any Pocky with her. It was in her clothes, currently lying on the floor of the bathroom.
The towel she was wearing was not designed with pockets for snacks in mind.
It was surprising and a little disorienting to her when she realized she liked girls. Back when she was in school, her classmates would talk about and giggle over boys, and Kyoko had simply had no interest in the subject. So romance was just something that she didn't think about. It wasn't until a few years later, as teenage hormones began to addle her mind and make focusing on hunts difficult, that she had begun to realize where her interests lay.
She started to notice attractive girls her age, or sometimes a pretty woman out in public, and the more she started staring at them, the more apparent it became. One day, while stealing junk food from a convenience store, she had lifted a nude magazine on a whim, and her body's reaction as she had flipped through it later drove any doubts out of her mind.
While it was a little confusing at first, it didn't frighten or disgust her. Her life had already been torn apart; compared to the shit she had been through, and continued to deal with on a regular basis, the realization that she was a lesbian was trivial. And, as much as she tried not to think about her father's teachings anymore, she couldn't help but remember how he had impressed upon his children that love was love, and was beautiful regardless of race, nationality, beliefs, or gender. She wondered if he had noticed which way she was leaning long before she had and made sure that she didn't despise her own nature when she became aware of it.
The real problem came about a year later, five months after she had moved to Mitakihara, when she found that inconvenient thoughts about her new best friend kept forcing their way into her head.
It was infuriating. She would be out at the park with Sayaka, or walking around the mall, or even in the middle of a fucking Witch fight, and she'd find herself thinking about Sayaka's perfectly curvy body, the bare midriff and toned thighs that her outfit revealed, and fantasizing about feeling how soft it would feel to touch her—
And then she'd angrily snap out of it and resent her uncontrollable imagination.
Imagine her surprise and glee when she found out that Sayaka liked girls, too. Kyoko had always been open with her sexuality, though she had kept her feelings for Sayaka hidden, so when Sayaka had figured out her bisexuality it was Kyoko that she had confided in. The news had been a little shocking; just as she had never considered the possibility that she liked girls when she was younger, Kyoko had never considered the possibility that Sayaka might like boys and girls. That didn't mean that she would ever feel that way about Kyoko, but a hopeless crush had turned into a possibility.
She was still deliberating on what to do about it when Sayaka had taken matters into her own hands and asked her on a date. That had been almost a year ago. Tonight, her fantasies were finally about to become reality, and she was petrified.
Kyoko had been eagerly anticipating this for months, but now that it was here she couldn't get her heart to stop hammering or keep her hands from shaking. She lay back on the pillow and pressed her palms against her eyes, willing herself to get a grip. This just wasn't like her—she fought Witches by herself and without the aid of strong magic, so why should she be afraid of anything?
The shower turned off and her heart rate spiked. So much for the mental pep talk. Any second now, Sayaka was going to walk through the door in a towel, and then she would take it off and Kyoko would see everything, and she'd have to take her towel off, and for Christ's sake she didn't know if she could do this.
It felt like every neurotic thought she could possibly have was stampeding through her mind at the same time. What if she hurt Sayaka? What if she was just really bad at it? What if Sayaka was completely ready to go and here she was, a bundle of nerves? What the fuck was she going to do?
The only thing she knew was that there was no way in hell she was backing down from this. She had been dreaming of seeing Sayaka naked and getting busy with her since before they had started dating. And what would Sayaka think if she chickened out of this?
There was a light knock on the door and Kyoko rolled her eyes in spite of her nerves. They were about to have sex, did it matter if she was decent at the moment or not? "Just get in here," she called.
The door opened and Sayaka stepped into the room, a sky blue towel wrapped around her and one hand holding onto it with a death grip. She was looking everywhere but at Kyoko and her face was beet red.
Okay, so Sayaka was nervous too. That was good. At least, she thought it was good.
The younger girl sat next to her on the bed, still looking away from her, and it felt like they had just hit a brick wall. Kyoko's hand sought out Sayaka's and she was a little heartened by how quickly Sayaka entwined their fingers.
In an uncharacteristic moment of vulnerability, Kyoko murmured, "I'm nervous too, Sayaka. Hell, I'm kinda terrified. We don't have to do this right now if you don't want to."
But her girlfriend, soon to be lover, vehemently shook her head. "I don't think it will be easier the next time we try. We're always going to feel like this until we just…move past it." Her lips twitched upwards in a tiny smile and she finally looked at Kyoko's face. "Besides, I don't want you getting killed in battle because you can't keep your eyes off my butt."
That tore a sudden laugh out of Kyoko, who didn't know that Sayaka had noticed her occasional distraction. "You really think I'm going to stare less after I get to see your ass up close and without that skirt in the way?" she shot back, and was delighted by the blush that lit up Sayaka's face.
"I'm going to have to figure out how to get my uniform to make pants," she said with a sigh, and the two of them broke down in laughter.
She was still nervous, so nervous, but she didn't feel paralyzed by it anymore. This was Sayaka she was with, not a stranger. The only person she had told the story about her family to. The only person she truly trusted to have her back in a fight. However awkward this was, Sayaka would be right there with her.
Kyoko's hand went to Sayaka's face and tilted her head into a gentle kiss. The tension drained out of them and she felt Sayaka relax into her. This, at least, was something they were already familiar with. As her girlfriend turned to face her more, her breast pressed against Kyoko's arm and the redhead's heart jumped. Some of the desire she had been feeling for nearly a year rekindled and she wanted very badly to touch Sayaka directly.
While it was tempting to just tug Sayaka's towel down, she had a little more tact than that and knew that Sayaka had been just as nervous as her. She could not fuck this up. Kyoko slowly pulled back and broke the kiss. She smiled at Sayaka in response to her questioning look (though it probably came out looking more like a grimace), and Sayaka smiled encouragingly back. Kyoko didn't know whether or not she was waiting on her to make the first move, but she didn't want to put that burden on Sayaka. She slowly pushed herself off of the bed, took a deep breath, and tugged at the corner of the towel that was folded into itself. She let the cloth fall to the floor as she stood rigid and still, listening intently for any sound behind her, not sure what she was waiting for but desperate for some kind of clue on what she should do next.
The bed springs creaked as weight shifted on it and she could tell that Sayaka was standing behind her now. Neither of them said anything for a moment, then Kyoko heard the sound of another towel falling to the floor and her heart skipped a beat.
"Kyoko…"
The simple utterance of her name carried more meaning than she would have thought possible. Reassurance, skewed a little by her own nervousness. Desire. And a plea.
She couldn't put it off any longer. Kyoko tried to still her heart, failed completely, and turned to face the girl that she loved.
Her breath caught in her throat and her heart gave a painful leap as her eyes swept over the body of the blushing girl before her. She took a long look, knowing that Sayaka was staring at her with just as much intensity. Her eyes had darted first to the Sayaka's breasts and their pale pink nipples, then traveled down her toned, athletic body to her curvy hips, took in the trimmed patch of blue hair just beneath her waist, and finally—her heart seemed to come to a full stop for a split second—the hint of pink lips hidden between her thighs.
Her mouth was suddenly very dry and her brain ground to a halt. Only one thought burned in her brain at that moment: she had no clue as to what she should do now. She knew the general idea of what she was supposed to do, but how should she start?
"You're—" Sayaka's voice cracked a little from nerves and she cleared her throat as Kyoko's eyes snapped up to her face. "You're…the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
Kyoko flushed with pleasure at the words, and a little of her cocky attitude cracked through the fear. "You're not bad, yourself."
The bashful look fell off of Sayaka's face to be replaced with exasperation and she folded her arms over her chest. "Gee, thanks, Kyoko. You really know how to make a girl feel special."
Kyoko chanced taking a step closer and Sayaka didn't back up. "What if I told you that I'd been thinking about being here with you like this for a long time? Or that I would get bummed out back before I knew you liked girls, because you were the hottest person I'd ever seen and I thought there's no way you'd ever want me like that?" She stepped closer and now she was right up against her and Sayaka had lowered her arms and God they were almost touching… "Imagine how it felt when I found out that you liked girls and maybe, one day, you would feel the same way about me that I did about you." She slipped her arms around Sayaka's waist and pulled her gently against her body. Sayaka's face was pink, but she seemed mesmerized by what Kyoko was saying. "I'm not going to pretend I'm not scared right now, but this? This is a dream come true."
And she pressed herself completely against Sayaka as their lips found each other. She could feel Sayaka's breasts against her own, her hip bones rubbing against Kyoko's, and wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything.
Before this night, Kyoko had revealed to Mami what she and Sayaka were planning, not because she wanted to brag but because she had to admit that she didn't know what to do and was nervous. Mami had only had a few brief relationships, but she was still the best to go to for advice out of their group of friends.
Mami hadn't wanted to fill her head with specific instructions because, as she said, every person responded differently in intimate situations and it was best for Kyoko and Sayaka to figure things out for themselves. Out of the few pieces of advice she had imparted, one was fairly generic but still provided an important foundation for Kyoko to build on:
'Don't worry about what you should do or how well you're doing—just do whatever feels natural.'
'Okay, natural…'
Right now, all Kyoko wanted to do was touch Sayaka. She took a cautious step forward as if worried that Sayaka might flee like a startled animal, but her partner just gave her a nervous yet gently encouraging smile. Feeling a little bolder, Kyoko reached out and ran her hands up and down Sayaka's sides. The girl took a shuddering breath and closed her eyes. Kyoko kept skimming her fingers along Sayaka's skin, going a little father each time, moving closer to the outer swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips but not yet touching.
All of a sudden her hands were caught in a gentle but insistent grip. Sayaka guided her hands to her breasts, which were heaving with the quickened pace of her breathing. Her fingers splayed around the curves of Sayaka's breasts, making the most of the first time she experienced the tactile sensation. The squeezes were gentle, exploratory, and Sayaka responded by shivering and wriggling almost imperceptibly.
Kyoko was aching to be touched, not just like she was touching Sayaka, but to feel those slender fingers parting her folds and sliding into her. From the less and less subtle reactions she was seeing from Sayaka, she guessed that her lover felt the same way. But this was all new to her and she wanted to make it last.
She was so busy paying attention to what she was doing that she didn't even notice the hands that slipped around her until they clasped at the small of her back. The electric jolt that shot through her nervous system at the contact left her heart pounding. Sayaka opened her eyes again and smiled at her before leaning forward and pressing their lips together. Kyoko's eyes drifted closed. The hands on her waist slid lower, sending a wonderful shiver through her as svelte fingers played lightly over her ass.
'Just…just do what feels natural. Right. I can do this.'
With her heart pounding against her ribs, Kyoko guided Sayaka over to the bed, their lips not parting until their hips bumped into the mattress. They stood uneasily for a moment, not sure who should take the next action, before Kyoko climbed onto the bed and lay facing Sayaka, one leg propped up and hips angled slightly so that she was a little covered from her girlfriend's view. Even so, Sayaka took what felt like a very long time to follow her onto the bed, wide eyes roaming over her body until Kyoko felt an uncomfortable mixture of embarrassment and pride.
The confidence that had flared while she and Sayaka kissed and touched each other was quickly wilting under the inaction. Much more of this and she'd lose her nerve altogether.
Sayaka finally climbed onto the bed but hesitated while hovering over Kyoko, finally choosing to straddle her hips. For one bizarre moment, Kyoko had the absurd thought that Sayaka was confused about the difference between having sex with a guy or a girl, but then she was leaning over Kyoko and nipping at her neck while squeezing her breasts. The discomfort Kyoko had felt started to fade and she tilted her head to the side to allow Sayaka easier access to her neck. To her surprise, though, Sayaka didn't stay there but instead began sliding back along Kyoko's legs, her lips trailing from her neck to her collarbone, then the valley between her breasts.
Her surprise turned to alarm as Sayaka kissed a path quickly down Kyoko's chest, stomach, and hips, ending up at her thighs within moments. She prized Kyoko's legs open and stared at her core for several long, embarrassing seconds before starting to kiss her way from her knee up her thigh.
'Oh god, she's… Okay, I can do this. I can handle this.'
But as soon as Sayaka's lips touched the point where her thigh met her pelvis, right next to her mound, Kyoko involuntarily jerked away from her and turned her hips away. In an instant, Sayaka was on the other side of the bed with fear written all over her face.
"I'm sorry, Kyoko!" she babbled. "I didn't mean to—I should have asked first—"
"Hey, whoa. Slow down." Kyoko hesitantly crawled across the bed to sit cross legged in front of Sayaka. "Look…this whole…" she gestured vaguely at both of them and the bed, "…this, kind of has me freaked out."
"Do you…not want me to touch you?"
"No!" she half shouted, making Sayaka jump. "No, I do. I'm just…Christ, I don't know. If there's anyone in the world that I would ever want to see me naked and touch me like that, it's you. But I'm just…I don't know. Aren't, uh, aren't you nervous at all?" she asked, feeling disgusted with herself for how pathetic she was being over something that she had dearly wanted.
Sayaka carefully slid away from Kyoko and sat with her legs crossed and arms folded over her breasts, seeming to suddenly be as self conscious as Kyoko was. "Honestly…yeah. I'm scared about this. What if it makes things weird between us? What if I'm just really bad at it and you don't want to do this again? I thought if I was more, um…enthusiastic, it would help make up for all of that."
Kyoko shifted until she was kneeling and faced Sayaka, almost nose to nose. "I think it would be better for both of us if we take everything slow. I don't know what I'm doing either and I'm kind of scared, too. But it'll be okay. Just take it slow and we can figure it out together."
Her lover no longer looked scared, but still apprehensive and Kyoko knew she would have to get the ball rolling again. She reached across the short distance that divided them and carefully brushed her fingertips along Sayaka's jaw. She cupped her chin and brought her closer for a kiss. Kyoko could feel the tension ease a little in Sayaka and relaxed a little more herself with this return to what was simple and familiar.
Slowly, hesitantly, their bodies pressed closer together, their hands went to each other's sides, hair, breasts, the kisses became more desperate and needful. They had been this far before, many times, only with clothes on, and the familiarity helped them regain their footing. Kyoko wasn't sure which one of them did it, but before she knew it she was lying on her back and Sayaka was on top of her again. The heat was returning to her belly and groin, melting away the fear from before. She was ready for this—she wanted it.
When the kissing had become frantic and they were squirming against each other, Kyoko gently pushed Sayaka back and they broke the kiss. Her girlfriend's eyes were half lidded and clouded by lust. Kyoko nodded at her and Sayaka slid to one side so that she was more conveniently placed. Her hand stroked back and forth along Kyoko's thigh, edging closer to the crux of her legs. Kyoko's heart was beating wildly out of control again, but this time her nerves were tempered by excitement. Sayaka seemed hesitant this time after Kyoko's previous reaction, so Kyoko reached out to take her other hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
The first tentative touch to her lips sent a shiver up her spine and her eyes drifted closed. Emboldened by that small success, Sayaka ran her fingers up and down Kyoko's labia, remembering occasionally to brush against her clitoris. Kyoko sighed and squirmed, feeling only slight glimmers of pleasure at first, but more and more as Sayaka settled into a good rhythm and started paying more attention to her clit. Without thinking, she began grinding her hips, pressing into Sayaka's fingers as she rubbed her.
The fingers withdrew for a moment and she opened her eyes. Seeing Sayaka looking down at her with an expression of desire yet hesitation made her stomach flutter. Their eyes locked, then Sayaka carefully slid a slender finger inside of her.
Kyoko's hand tightened around Sayaka's and she arched her back involuntarily. It was different from when she did it herself; in a way, it was both not as good and better. She knew what she liked and what felt best; by contrast, Sayaka's attempts were fumbling and amateurish. But the feel of someone else doing it, someone that she adored and saw as the most beautiful girl on the planet, provided a thrill that offset some of the lack of skill.
Kyoko started rocking her hips against Sayaka's hand again and she responded by repositioning herself more fully between Kyoko's legs and adding a second finger. That finally got a vocal response from the uncharacteristically quiet girl: Kyoko moaned loudly and started panting and mewling with every thrust.
A pressure began to build below her belly. Sayaka had slipped her hand out of Kyoko's grip and was rubbing her thumb rapidly over her girlfriend's clit as her fingers pumped in an out of her. Kyoko's hands bunched up the bedsheets, her toes curling and uncurling, as it felt like every muscle in her body tensed together.
Kyoko cried out as she came, her hips bucking up off of the bed against her will as her spine arched, her thighs clenching together around Sayaka's hand. She felt a vague sense of disappointment as Sayaka pulled her fingers out while she was still in the midst of her orgasm, and all too quickly the climax was over, but even if it wasn't perfect she was still filled with euphoria. Her nerves from before were gone; now there was only excitement and a feeling of contentment.
She closed her eyes and idly rubbed her fingers along her lips, working on slowing her breathing down to a normal pace. Kyoko felt the bed shift and her love lie next to her; a smile curled her lips as she snuggled against Sayaka. She could have fallen asleep at that moment and been perfectly content, but that wouldn't be fair to her girlfriend and would spoil the importance of their first time together.
Only a little reluctantly, she forced her eyes open and was treated to the sight of her girlfriend's face only inches away and wearing the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. Kyoko scooched close enough to kiss her and Sayaka's hand found its way to her head to start stroking her hair.
They stayed like that for some time, just content with each other's company and with the light contact between them. Kyoko would have been perfectly happy staying like that for hours, but for the desire to reciprocate what Sayaka had just done for her.
Kyoko's heart was racing again, but with far more excitement than nervousness this time. She was beyond eager to do for Sayaka what her girlfriend had just done for her, but she wasn't sure where to start. Return to some foreplay, or go right for it? Well, Kyoko herself had been a bit of a mess when Sayaka took things too fast, so she reasoned that foreplay was best.
The heaving of Sayaka's chest drew her eye. Kyoko straddled her hips, having to suppress an urge to instead cover herself by reminding herself that Sayaka was now intimately acquainted with her naughty bits and there was no point in hiding from her. She doubled over Sayaka's body and popped one of her lover's nipples into her mouth. Sayaka's breath hitched as Kyoko carefully ran her teeth along the sensitive nub. She fumbled with her hand to squeeze and massage the other breast and Sayaka responded with a quiet moan.
Satisfied that she was off to a good start, Kyoko kissed her girlfriend on the lips and slid off of her. "Is it okay if, um…if I touch you now? You know…like you did for me?" She stumbled over the words, not sure of how best to ask a question like 'Can I finger fuck you now?'
A shaky grin flitted across her face at Kyoko's amateurish proposition, but she hugged her arms around herself and nodded nervously. Kyoko gently pried her legs apart and for the first time truly saw the full beauty of Sayaka's body.
Kyoko's eyes moved slowly across Sayaka's skin, drinking in details and burning this moment into her memory for the rest of her life. She had seen pictures of naked women before, but nothing had roused such an intense reaction in her before.
"Uh…Kyoko?"
The redhead's eyes snapped back up the length of her girlfriend's body to meet the uncomfortable azure gaze. "Is everything all right? You've been…staring for a while."
Embarrassment strangled the rapture that she had been in pretty quickly and she hurriedly looked away. "Yeah, sorry. Got a little carried away." Hesitantly, on the spur of the moment, she ran her hands slowly along Sayaka's skin from her knees up her thighs. "Just…wow. I don't think I'd get tired of staring any time soon."
"Oh my God, stop," Sayaka groaned, hiding her reddening face behind one hand. But her voice shook as Kyoko's hands ran ever closer. The redhead stopped with her hands right at the peak of Sayaka's inner thighs, hesitated for a few heartbeats, and then ran her thumbs slowly along the lips of her pussy.
Sayaka let out a long sigh that sounded pleased, and Kyoko took it as a good sign. She spread her girlfriend's lips apart with her thumbs and rubbed gently at the silky pink flesh beyond. Sayaka was already wet, whether from the foreplay or from what she had done to Kyoko, and she slid her middle finger into her up to the knuckle. Kyoko started with slow, long strokes, doing her best to keep from going overboard, even though she wanted nothing more than to touch and explore every part of Sayaka in every way. The nervousness faded away again under the whimpers and moans that told her she was doing something right. Feeling bolder, Kyoko nudged Sayaka's legs further apart and carefully pushed a second finger into her, something that made Sayaka's legs clamp around her.
The anxiety she had experienced earlier was gone. She still felt the pleasant aftereffects of her own orgasm, she was enraptured by Sayaka's beauty and the softness of her body, and the sounds that her lover was making had her head spinning. This night was a dream come true…
Until she heard a sharp cry and felt hands on her shoulders pushing her away.
"Kyoko, stop!"
Panic seized her chest and she snatched her hand back. Sayaka was wincing and frowning at her. At the sight of the expression on Kyoko's face, her own softened and she sat up so she could embrace her.
"Hey, it's all right. Just…not so rough, okay? That started to hurt."
Kyoko calmed down with Sayaka's words, but her confidence from a few moments before was dead and guilt was starting to twist her stomach. "Sorry…" she muttered, but she was determined to finish this. Kyoko embraced Sayaka and placed a kiss beneath her ear, then slipped around behind her. Sayaka started to twist around and question what she was doing but cut off abruptly when Kyoko's hands snaked around her waist and slid between her thighs. The blunette gave a pleased sigh and leaned back into Kyoko as her fingers went to work.
Taking care to be more gentle this time, Kyoko curled her fingers around to slip them back into Sayaka. It was a more awkward position this way, but harder for her to get carried away like before. It didn't take long for Sayaka's panting and gasps to reach the pitch they had been at previously, and she began grinding back against Kyoko and running her hands frantically along Kyoko's thighs. Kyoko wondered if Sayaka could feel how wet she was as her butt pressed back against Kyoko's crotch, or if she was so focused on her own pleasure that she didn't notice.
And then, at last, Sayaka was screaming and going limp against her. Kyoko, well aware of how sensitive she was now, slid her fingers out of her as gently as she could. On a sudden whim, she brought her fingers, soaked with Sayaka's juices, to her mouth and sucked on them. The taste was…different. Strange, but not unpleasant, and she felt a giddy rush from doing it. She couldn't help but envision Sayaka's folds spread apart again and this time pushing her tongue into them.
The panting slowly subsided and finally Sayaka turned her head to seek out her lover's lips. Kyoko happily obliged and they spent several long, languid moments sharing the perfection of the moment with just a kiss.
The softness of Sayaka's skin and the pleasure of her sitting between Kyoko's legs was intoxicating, but weariness overtook them and she begrudgingly allowed Sayaka to slip away so they could lie down.
Eventually Kyoko noticed that Sayaka was staring at her with an annoying smirk on her face.
"What?" she finally asked irritably.
Sayaka snuggled up tighter against her. "The face you made when you were coming is the cutest I've ever seen you."
Kyoko blinked in surprise as the unexpected response sank in, felt her cheeks grow hot but refused to give Sayaka the satisfaction of knowing she was embarrassed and was already firing back with a quip. "Yeah? So you'll be wanting to see me like that more often."
Sayaka started giggling at the implication and couldn't stop. Feeling she had won that exchange, Kyoko snuggled up against her and closed her eyes.
After she had finally managed to regain some composure, Sayaka said in a more serious tone, "You know, we're not going to be able to do this all that often."
The redhead sighed. "Yeah. Just have to make the most of it when we can." They lapsed into silence, but Kyoko didn't find it comfortable. There was something gnawing at her that she didn't want to bring up, but she couldn't ignore it either. "Sorry," she finally blurted out. "For not being very good, and for hurting you."
Sayaka just smiled at her. "I don't know about not being very good…you were good enough to get me where I needed to be." She kissed Kyoko's temple, then, as she nuzzled against her neck, added in a deceptively casual voice, "We'll get better. We just need practice."
Kyoko shuddered as goosebumps prickled across her skin. "Yeah…" She looped her arms around Sayaka, clasping her hands at the small of her back, and cuddled against her. "What do you say to some more practice tonight?"
A/N: Man, this has been a long time coming.
I have some news. I am finally closing this one down. I am going for one more chapter, some appropriate topic to end the series on, and that will be the last thing I ever write for The Rigors of Life. But I'm not going to stop writing KyoSaya. I have some other story ideas that are half finished and that I should do something with. The problem is, this collection has a specific theme and I don't want to just post any random story to it (arguably, I have already posted a story or two that also didn't fit the theme, but I'm not going to let it become a regular thing). Because of that theme, what I can actually write about is pretty limited. I don't regret that at all, but it's time to break that bottleneck and just start adding stories about whatever.
The biggest problem with this is that Rigors actually has people following it. Hopefully you guys will follow me to the next collection of stories.
The second biggest problem is that I have to come up with a title now.
That's enough yammering from me. I hope you enjoyed this one, will enjoy the last one (and no, I have no idea when that will be), and will continue to enjoy whatever else I put up!