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#1Aisha Connors 

Discovery [Solo] Empty Thu May 23, 2019 2:50 pm

Aisha Connors




WORDS: 623 | DESERT CHILL



“Jeez, Jack…” The brow of the bronze beauty knotted up slightly and a hint of blush in her cheeks as she thumbed through a lockbox that she had found while snooping and happened to unlock with her magnetic powers, as she pawed through pictures that it would be rather indelicate to describe of pretty women and notes that they had sent with them, Aisha Connors was not sure whether she was more astonished by what some of them depicted or described, or simply the sheer volume therein she discovered. Always knowing that her mentor was something of a ladies man but this just taking the cake, the ‘box of conquest’ as she would decide to name it was something that in one way felt rather creepy, but in another quite impressive.

Just what kind of life have you been living? Perhaps a little of her mentor having rubbed off on the mocha madam as she slid these slices of life from one hand to the other, stacks of images filled both of her mitts as she thumbed through the naughty little collection, she couldn’t help but feel just a hint of envy toward both the man who had gotten them and the women within the pictures and letters. Never quite losing that unspoken attraction she had developed for Jack, Miss Connors couldn’t help but wonder just what things the man had done with the girls she saw, and the imagery left plenty of room for the imagination to wander in.

No, no, this isn’t what I’m looking for… Is it? The face of the foreign femme glowing even more brightly because of the places that her mind was sent by this discovery and how she couldn’t help but picture herself in them, after feeling a hint of shame at how much she was leering at the collection, Aisha pushed the photographs back into the box and closed the lid. Not here to look for such lurid items but rather search for clues, while she had scanned the room of her mentor several times in the past few months for something that might have led her to him, so far she had come up short. However, in a way this new find actually inspired a little hope in her.

Always so respectful of the man who had saved her life back when she had been knee high to the proverbial sand hopper, these ‘invasions’ had increased in their intensity with each act, initially finding herself somewhat reluctant to thumb through the possessions of her guardian but that sense of politeness having worn away with the time that had passed. Still feeling rather guilty for the intrusion but now knowing that it served the greater good really, if it led her to him on some level Miss Connors knew that the man would forgive her, and they’d probably also have a good laugh over the discoveries she had made.

Or… Is it? A sudden idea occurring to Aisha as she drummed her fingertips on top of the box for a second or two and wondered where she might look next, after a moment or two of reflection the girl from the desert had a realization that just might have changed her mind, and possibly her life as well. The gaze of the mocha marvel sinking back to the metal made chest that she had plucked from deep beneath the bed of her mentor, though she had only scanned some of the details in the letters out of curiosity, it occurred to her that they might hold more promise than she had initially expected. After all, aside from herself, who else in the world would know Jack better than the woman he had been so very intimate with…?


The Hunt Is On



"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.




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#2Aisha Connors 

Discovery [Solo] Empty Fri May 24, 2019 6:59 am

Aisha Connors




WORDS: 640 | DESERT CHILL



Maybe there’ll be something mentioned in these notes… A place he likes to visit I don’t know about, or a girl he seems particularly sweet on? Perhaps some clue hidden in the naughtiness or reminiscence of the letters, out of a desire to pick up on this possibility and nothing at all to do with the lewdness that such a task might have involved, Aisha lifted up the lid of the box again and began to scrutinize the contents in a little more detail. Sparing nothing more than a fast but appraising eye of the pictures therein as she tried not to allow herself to get all too distracted by delightful imagery which she was honour bound as a member of the sisterhood to consider rather disgusting and degrading in an official sense, the young Desiertian found her cheeks growing warmer as she saw women in a rather lurid state of indiscretion, but that was nothing compared to the details that the written word could convey.

“Oh… Oh My…” The throat of Miss Connors growing dry as she perused the prose that was offered to her so intimately by strangers, the snooping girl couldn’t help but feel a hint of discomfort and plenty of heat in her body as she looked at the sweet little nothings that Jack had been sent by these unknown individuals. Not having a clue just how many months of longing had gone into the perfectly chosen words that several of the more noteworthy entries in the collection carried with them, in a way it was like looking at a form of artwork all its own that matched and in some cases surpassed the wicked promise that the pictures carried, making it feel all the more shameful that such expression was considered taboo really. These women clearly having a talent that they could only share in this secretive fashion, with the way it was making the mocha madam feel so very hot under her collar despite the fact that the only thing she was wearing was a tank top seemed a testament to their skill, and sadly the aptness and artistry they demonstrated in droves would never see the light of day. Sometimes society was a cruel thing.

It all makes sense now… Perhaps ending up becoming just a little bit too engaged with the task at hand but feeling all the better for it, as she lifted up the next little set of devilishly delicious details that had been laid out through the wonderful application of the written word, Aisha found herself with a new sense of respect for her mentor than ever before. Bizarrely finding that she fully understood and even kind of appreciated the lust driven ways of the man who had raised her as she looked through these sweet little accounts of want, the expression that came from such pent up desires was beautiful, and it was easy to see why Jack had become so addicted to receiving them.

I wouldn’t mind getting stuff like this… Every now and then? A blush still staining the face of the bronze beauty as she eyed the collection of naughty little nothings with a sense of wonder and no shortage of envy, Miss Connors could see objectively why both parties that were engaged in this delightful discourse might enjoy such a spectacle. The fever of feeling plain to see and there an odd sense of fulfilment in it, perhaps it was egotistical but in the end didn’t it feel sweet to give and receive such things? Romance filled with a sense of hope and happiness, while the amber amazon was not the type who often longed to feel herself being swept off her feet or something like that, she still didn’t mind the idea of doing a little sweeping herself every once in a while…



The Hunt Is On



"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.




Discovery [Solo] Wqm01Qq
#3Aisha Connors 

Discovery [Solo] Empty Sat May 25, 2019 8:20 am

Aisha Connors




WORDS: 542 | DESERT CHILL



“Hm?” Laying on her back on the bed of her mentor, as she lifted up a rather scrappy piece of parchment that was wrapped around by a silky ribbon, Miss Connors was unsure of just how long she had spent fishing through this illicit collection by the time that something unusual caught her attention but in all honesty probably wouldn’t lament that fact too much.  Enjoying herself really as she saw an insight into a man who had always seemed like such an enigma to her, as she hummed and unwrapped the rather grandiose and almost formal looking part of Jack’s amorous collection, she felt oddly relaxed and pretty much by this point resigned to the fact that nothing she looked at would really lead to much more than something to think about as she bathed. How fickle fate was.

This is…? Expecting to see some expert penmanship or stylish calligraphy on the lavish example that had been tucked away at the bottom of this box of love letters as she opened it up but finding that supposition to fall short in one way or another, as she unrolled something that looked old enough to be practically ancient, Aisha found herself staring at what looked to be gibberish. At least at first.
These are? The brow of the beauty tightening as she looked at characters that didn’t look anything like the Fiorian script that she had spent however long reading today, marks that looked almost like someone had scratched at the paper with inky claws made up symbols that surrounded pictograms, several of which were arranged in circular shapes rather than the stand more square shape one tended to take when writing a letter.

These almost look like… Magic circles? Sitting up from the lazy position she had been lounging in as the mysterious discovery provoked intrigue and her maximum level of interest, the legs of Miss Connors crossed over as she held the sheet in the light and studied it intently, looking at the shapes and pictograms she saw even if she couldn’t do much to read what they depicted. Tracing her finger over the odd characters that she saw and finding herself reminded of the language of her homeland, one of which the mocha madam wore across her eye, though they were clearly too different to be Desiertian there was something oddly reminiscent about them.

Ancient runes? Those inscriptions supposed to be very ancient, made from letters that predated most modern civilizations, the iconography seemed similar in concept even if they were rather different in appearance. Unable to read them despite the resemblance, of course, even if they had been scribed in some form of old language from the land that she called her home, Aisha would have been no good with that. Not really able to read even the common tongue that well thanks to her rural upbringing, the literacy amber amazon had by now eroded away to the point that Fiorian was far more familiar to her and she struggled with her old tongue due to lack of practice. However, as she titled the sheet up and down, the presence of faded ink markings told her that despite her own failing, someone else might just have known what this scroll was trying to say…



The Hunt Is On



"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.




Discovery [Solo] Wqm01Qq
#4Aisha Connors 

Discovery [Solo] Empty Sun May 26, 2019 8:05 am

Aisha Connors




WORDS: 652 | DESERT CHILL



Demon… Battle… Brand… The odd characters that peppered the sheet dark and easy to read if one knew the language, dotted around the scroll was something that had been added and drained away by the passage of time to leave only a few decipherable details while the rest looked too worn away to make sense of. A subtle impression left that one could only see when you titled the paper at the right angle, it seemed to Aisha as if some wise soul had made a go of trying to translate this as best they could into Fiorian, and even if much of their work had been stolen away as the ink faded away it still seemed impressive really.

Just why is this in the box of love letters? The amount with which the amber amazon was impressed rather weighty but her sense of confusion not really diminishing despite the partial translation, after looking over the sheet and seeing a few more legible words upon it, Miss Connors couldn’t help but wonder why her mentor had stuffed what seemed to be an artefact of a lost age in his box of romantic secrets. Seeming rather out of place among the collection of sordid stories and promiscuous prose, the mocha madam wrinkled her nose up and wiggled her lips from side to side as she tried to make sense of the fact, guessing that it was no simple accident that these two very different forms of writing had been collected together.

Was this also a note from a lover, of sorts? The foreign femme frowning as she tried to make sense of the matter, while the possibility of a filing mishap definitely seemed like it was something that was something that was likely, the instincts of Aisha told her otherwise. Staring at the scroll she had found and the letters that had been added to it, the young woman began to pour through the pile of notes that were gathered together within the lock box to see if she could find a set of handwriting that looked similar to this one. Certainly no expert in graphology by any space of the imagination, with the meagre selection of faded characters she had on the scroll, even if there was a letter from whomever had jotted on the ancient text it seemed more luck than judgement that would guide her to this soul. Thankfully, in one way or another, fortune was on her side in this endeavour.

Genevieve Lucienne… No small amount of time passing as the mocha madam glanced between her writing example and the stack of notes she had to check through, after several near misses in her clarification, Miss Connors finally found one that seemed rather close from what she could tell.
Well, she certainly has a way with words… In more way than one? Gifted with at least enough examples of this mystery woman’s lettering in one of the messages, though the verbose and vivid description of carnal deeds described in this vixen’s coquettish communiqué would be untoward to be described here in any great detail, they did at least assure the amber amazon that she had found the start of trail that she could hope to track down.

A university? In Crocus…? Snatching up the torn envelope in which this naughty note had been kept and spying a nice little return address noted on the back, while she had no idea how old the letter that had been sent was, it seemed a good place to start looking. Not knowing where this path might lead her to but undeterred by that fact or the slowness with which she had made this discovery, it felt like the girl was making some form of progress for the first time in months, which was enough on its own to make her smile without the graphic imagery that this description placed in her mind…



The Hunt Is On



"Now that’s a prize I wouldn’t mind~"

- Aisha Connors

credit to nat of adoxography.




Discovery [Solo] Wqm01Qq

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