enf_curator
CHYOA Veteran
- enf_curator was last seen:
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- Gender:
- Female
- Birthday:
- March 3, 1993
- Location:
- The Internet
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- When I'm not writing erotica I like to
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Procastinate
- When I'm not reading erotica I like to read
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Fantasy/Horror
- My favorite word for "penis" is
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Cock
- My favorite word for "vagina" is
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Penis fly trap
- I write erotica because
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- In conclusion, I am
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Feeling Dirty by enf_curator
Chapter 12 in Contractually Obligated
The drive home was a blur of London traffic and simmering rage. Trish gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white. The humiliations of the day clung to her like grime. Every red light gave her too much time to replay the moments she wanted to forget. By the time she p...
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Paperwork by enf_curator
Chapter 11 in Contractually Obligated
Trish returned to her desk with her head down, the oversized black shirt from Liam still slightly rumpled under her blazer. She sank into her chair and immediately pulled the towering stack of paperwork toward her — the massive backlog of reports, evidence logs, and follow-up fo...
- 6 Likes
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After Many Questions by enf_curator
Chapter 10 in Contractually Obligated
Trish stormed out of the briefing room, her face burning with a mixture of fury and deep humiliation. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, clutching her blazer closed against her body. Beneath the dark fabric, she was completely topless — her bra and blouse now gone, tak...
- 6 Likes
- 86 Views
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Preventing Rumours by enf_curator
Chapter 9 in Contractually Obligated
Trish caught up to Pierce halfway down the corridor, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. “Pierce! Wait.” He stopped but didn’t turn around immediately, clearly savouring the moment. When he finally faced her, that familiar predatory smirk was plastered across his...
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Back To Work by enf_curator
Chapter 8 in Contractually Obligated
The rest of the weekend had Trish picking her words very carefully. Hyper aware of any time she would want to ask a question and choosing to stay silent. Living along helped. She cancelled her plans with friends to meet for drinks and a light casino trip, that part was the harde...
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Backlog by enf_curator
Chapter 7 in Contractually Obligated
Trish’s phone buzzed on the cluttered kitchen table. The photo had been sent. The thought of him opening it and seeing her tits made her stomach twist with humiliation. Before she could even process it, the bracelet chimed. “FIRST BACKLOGGED ORDER: COUNT EVERY EMPTY BEER BOTTLE...
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Adjusting To The Contract by enf_curator
Chapter 6 in Contractually Obligated
Trish woke with a groan, her body heavy and her mind foggy. The old digital clock on the nightstand blinked 1:47 p.m. Saturday. She had slept through the entire morning. She sat up slowly, the cool October air of the old English house biting at her naked skin. These Victorian te...
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Home by enf_curator
Chapter 5 in Contractually Obligated
The sky was still dark over London when Trish finally pushed open the front door of her semi-detached house in Hackney. It was just after 5 a.m. The journey home had been a blur of exhaustion and quiet dread, the silver C.I.A.N. bracelet a cold, unyielding weight on her wrist. S...
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- 144 Views
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The Contract by enf_curator
Chapter 4 in Contractually Obligated
Viktor led her into a surprisingly sleek office at the back of the warehouse. The space was dimly lit, modern, and soundproofed — a far cry from the smoky gambling floor. A single large desk dominated the room, with two leather chairs facing each other. A broad, silent guard took...
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Massive Debt by enf_curator
Chapter 3 in Contractually Obligated
Hours bled away in a haze of smoke and bad decisions. The felt table became a battlefield, and Trish was losing ground with every hand. What started as chasing the lost £18,000 spiraled fast. A second loan. Then a third. The house was generous with Viktor’s approval, but the card...
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- 158 Views
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