Daily activity and about Allie:

Allie is one of the few natural female authors in the world of TG fiction. She is most known for her stories Doll Case (with Toby Redone) and The Ultimate App. She is also the founder and creator of the Possession Obsession groups on Yahoo.

A bit about myself:

I am a nerd. Anyone who knows me, knows this. I love video games (XBOX ONE :D) and movies (violence, cheese, 80's horror, and intense violence and story) and the opera. I am a geek about Mass Effect (est. 2007, Dark Energy ending be damned) and Fallout (est. 2005, Interplay ruined the series with Tactics, Bethesda revived it) and am a student of Tarantino films, I mean, he writes the best female characters ever. I live in New Jersey with my husband and our 2 cats. I began capping after being inspired by Liz Biggin, and began writing after being inspired by Morpheus and Brad. Ultimate App is by far the work I am most proud of.

Oh, and I really slack off. Like, a lot.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

A preview of a 2 part Costume Gun story!

So, I wanted to share a snippet from a 2 part story I am currently writing. It is my first Costume Gun story and I am sticking very close to the original rules, but at the same time bending them slightly, for myself, in order to not make a dark story, as most of you who know me, are aware I am not a dark person. That said, here is a snippet of the beginning of part 2 of the story. :D

The Costume Gun: ------ Part 2
by Toxic Allie


Emma Croft walked into the elevator and pressed the door close button followed by the 21st floor button. As the door closed the girl came face-to-face with her reflection. “Bitch.” Emma scowled at the image in the reflective glass. “At least this way, people actually like you.” She mused as she looked down at the low cut dress that clung to her body. Dark blue satin that showed off her ample cleavage, cleavage that was never on display with Emma. “No need for drinks, no need to lie, just being this way is how you are liked.”

Running a hand through her hair, Emma felt like she wanted to tear her skin off. “I don’t even know how your sister could put up with you.” Just at that moment the elevator stopped, a soothing little ping followed along with the doors opening. Emma walked out and began to make her way towards the room of her hotel. Being back in London was a pain in the ass for her. Nevermind the time change from New York City, or the slight difference in weather, but just having to be there.

To visit her parents was a huge pain in the ass.

Sure, for the last few nights she had gotten free meals and such at her parent’s expense. Not to mention free drinks, which her mother was concerned as to when Emma began to drink as much as her sister Lizzy, though she was still far off from being able to handle Lizzy’s intake. Hell, being in London afforded Emma the chance to go to the day spa with her mother, make some fast cash dancing at strip club, and even posing nude for a local adult site. These things were something Emma never would even consider doing.

Reaching into her purse, in one swift motion, with practiced bravado, Emma took out her hotel room key, swiped it through the lock, and let herself in her room. Looking at the clock she grunted, “Shit, only 15 minutes to get ready for him.”

Kicking her heels off, she quickly unzipped her dress and hung it neatly in the little closet. Stripping down from her boyshort panties and her strapless bra, Emma sighed as she walked to her suitcase. With each step she took, her supple 38c sized tits jiggled. She smirked at that.

“Ahhh, there it is.” Emma said with a little giggle. In front of her, she held up a midnight blue, slingshot lace teddy. Stepping into the garmet, Emma wasted no time in sliding it up her pale legs. While doing so she muttered, “A little sun wouldn’t hurt…” As she finished putting the teddy on, she grinned as she looked down at her breasts and admired the way the piece held her boobs up to make them look larger than they already were. “…Maybe next time. For now, I need some dick.”

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