When I was a kid, dad told me this,
"You are not learning to draw because you might become the greatest artist ever. But, during those minutes of solitude between work shifts, when you can sit down with a cup of coffee, you can draw on the napkin with a ballpoint pen. You can keep your soul alive."

Oh god, I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope they are alright. 😔

That's wonderful to hear. While I never thought about this option I was impressed by the sheer boldness of your decision to do this.

I'm glad you enjoyed my mini-fic, though I'm sad to hear that your Laumabina love remains so cruelly unfulfilled. 🥺

And with that the Moon Maiden slumped back, finally allowing herself to relax as the Moonchanter made love to her.

- Fin

The Moonchanter opened her eyes and looked down Columbina, her expression soft and full of concern.

"Oh no Kuutar...you have spent all your life doing things for others, let me take care of you."

"But..."

"Please..." The reply came out husky and pleading, as if the Moonchanter was deseparate.

I'm improvising here but...

Columbina propped herself up with her arms, her breath laboured. Lauma's body, her size, the pleasure overwhelmed her. She had barely moved, save for following the thrust of Lauma's hips. She exhaled and asked.

"Lauma...what do you want me to do for you?"

As usual this is quite lovely, though it also hits on one of those things I love seeing: size and physical difference between partners. I find it so much fun to draw and look at. And it's fitting that someone as big as Lauma is doing all the work to take care of Columbina who is small and slender.