Tender is her Touch
Ebook editions (PDF, EPUB, and MOBI) of Hulderotica #1: Tender is her Touch, by Kaya Skovdatter.
Bryony, a blind trans escort, caters to those among Marrowmont’s magical elite who like to keep their identities confidential. She’s never been anything but professional. Until she meets a client who makes her feel things she absolutely can’t afford to feel. A client unlike any she’s ever met: assured, powerful, intoxicatingly tactile, and otherworldly in a way she can’t quite put her fingers on. Though it’s the client’s fingers, and everything else, she can’t help thinking about: a sculptor with the most exquisite statue garden in her palatial apartment. Bryony’s in danger of falling hard. But would it be so bad to give in to her heart just this once? Or will that hope of a maybe ever after leave her shattered?
Categories: Romance; Monsterfucking
Tags: Trans POV; Disabled POV; WLW; Everybody lives; Shit, it might be love?; That’s a very naked statue garden
5,300 words. Standalone.
Ebook editions (PDF, EPUB, and MOBI) of Hulderotica #1: Tender is her Touch, by Kaya Skovdatter.
Bryony, a blind trans escort, caters to those among Marrowmont’s magical elite who like to keep their identities confidential. She’s never been anything but professional. Until she meets a client who makes her feel things she absolutely can’t afford to feel. A client unlike any she’s ever met: assured, powerful, intoxicatingly tactile, and otherworldly in a way she can’t quite put her fingers on. Though it’s the client’s fingers, and everything else, she can’t help thinking about: a sculptor with the most exquisite statue garden in her palatial apartment. Bryony’s in danger of falling hard. But would it be so bad to give in to her heart just this once? Or will that hope of a maybe ever after leave her shattered?
Categories: Romance; Monsterfucking
Tags: Trans POV; Disabled POV; WLW; Everybody lives; Shit, it might be love?; That’s a very naked statue garden
5,300 words. Standalone.
Ebook editions (PDF, EPUB, and MOBI) of Hulderotica #1: Tender is her Touch, by Kaya Skovdatter.
Bryony, a blind trans escort, caters to those among Marrowmont’s magical elite who like to keep their identities confidential. She’s never been anything but professional. Until she meets a client who makes her feel things she absolutely can’t afford to feel. A client unlike any she’s ever met: assured, powerful, intoxicatingly tactile, and otherworldly in a way she can’t quite put her fingers on. Though it’s the client’s fingers, and everything else, she can’t help thinking about: a sculptor with the most exquisite statue garden in her palatial apartment. Bryony’s in danger of falling hard. But would it be so bad to give in to her heart just this once? Or will that hope of a maybe ever after leave her shattered?
Categories: Romance; Monsterfucking
Tags: Trans POV; Disabled POV; WLW; Everybody lives; Shit, it might be love?; That’s a very naked statue garden
5,300 words. Standalone.
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The elevator dings and the doors shush open. Bryony’s heels click from cold marble to plush carpet, her cane’s tap echoing the shift before her other hand goes to the wall beside her, looking for the braille signage. She hasn’t been to this particular building, but the escort agency’s sent her to plenty like it. Many of their clients favour accommodations of the same level of luxury, which comes with the added boon of similar layouts. She smiles as she finds the emergency evacuation guide next to the doors whooshing closed behind her. The raised markings are likely there only for code compliance – Marrowmont’s ultra-wealthy rarely like to be reminded of anything but “perfection” in their playgrounds. Oh, they’re all too eager to play with someone like her for a time. But to be reminded constantly of living in her shoes? Hardly.
She beats out a gentle tap against the base of the wall with her cane, the thick pile of the noise-deadening carpet throwing off her stride – these people don’t like buildings disgorging their secrets, inside their lairs or out. But she doesn’t stumble, doesn’t give anyone who might be watching the satisfaction, even knowing a building like this eschews interior cameras. There are other, less obtrusive ways to be observed here; just because she can’t feel the pinprick thrill of magic on her skin doesn’t mean no one’s using spellcraft to surveil her. She’s entertained more than a few mages. It can make things complicated. Not always in good ways.
A cool wash of air spills from carefully concealed air conditioning as she stalks down the hall. A welcome relief in the hot summer night – the soft whisper of it caressing the downy hair on her cheeks and arms like a lover, sneaking under the sleeves of her duster to wick away the first signs of sweat. She’s all the more grateful for it with a new client waiting; she needs to make a good first impression, and all she knows about tonight’s client is that she doesn’t like to be looked in the eyes when she’s with company – which for Bryony, thankfully, isn’t a problem – and that she likes her playthings to be … immaculate.
