<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/1aad7630e23ef32a4f3301c57d6d588b/tumblr_od8cay2kyG1vx79cko1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">You would think that you could trust people not to snoop in your stuff right? That's what Bunni Gray thought about her friend, Morrigan. So when she left her laptop open with the evidence plain on the screen, she really hadn't expected to be found out. It was something so simple really. She was only just like 10 minutes. As long as it took for her to shower. That was all that it took. One stupid rushed shower later and she was shamefully exposed. And the shame was real. <br/><br/>As Bunni thought about it, she really had to wonder if she hadn't allowed it to happen. Mebbi she had been stupid to leave her latest work open, just waiting to be read. And mebbi there was a small portion of her that had <em>wanted</em> her friend to totally invade her privacy and expose her darkest secret. Bunni had a very dark secret. A big one. One that consumed her entire life. Her entire soul even. It was something that she lived to work on. Her life's greatest work. <br/><br/>Bunni was a writer.<br/><br/>Not just any writer though. She lived to create (and read) romance novels! Not just your typical bodice-ripping fair either. True, there were plenty bodices to be ripped in her stories. However, that wasn't the only thing she liked to write. There were stories as innocent as beginning lovers and debased as some of the kinkiest fantasies you could ever dream of reading. Bunni wrote it all. No fantasy, for the most part, was left untouched by her dirty dirty mind. It was something she tried really hard to keep her chest. Even as she sat in the cab with her friend, clutching her laptop to her chest. The entire trip was nerve-wracking! Somehow, Morrigan had used her lawyer mojo to convince Bunni that the trip was worth it. This was the opportunity of a lifetime! Bunni was still getting used to the fact that someone knew her secret.<br/><br/><strong>" It'll be fine. You know I'm not into lying just to make someone happy. Your writing is great and lets' face it, you're the one in control here Bunni. "</strong><br/><br/>Bunni stuck her tongue out at her friend, sitting beside her. So mature. <strong>"I don't feel in control!"</strong> She whined. <strong>"In fact I feel incredibly like I was coerced into this whole thing!"</strong> The dark haired girl pulled her laptop closer to her chest. It held her most recent work, though she did prefer to write everything down in composite notebooks. She had several packed in her bag. Her favorite stories. One was a story about a girl who was discovering herself sexually for the first time. Another <em>was</em> a bodice-ripping affair between a servant girl and the master of the house. There were several others as well with varying degrees of kink. All of them struck a specific button within the girl who had written them. She had included them in hopes of showing her range of...flexibility. <br/><br/>Bunni's knees bounced as they sat in the cab, evidence of her anxiety. <strong>"Do you really think they're any good?"</strong> She asked for what had to be the millionth time. Million and a half, easy. <strong>"Do you think that they'll mind that they're um...unfinished?"</strong> Bunni sucked on her bottom lip. It was one of the biggest thoughts on her mind. Would they like her stories? Were they really any good? Would they mind that they lacked specific key points to the story? She hummed in nervousness. This was going to be an adventure for sure. </span>