Larp Stories

I climbed off him fast. Legs still shaking, cunt still leaking, heart hammering. I didn’t look at him. Just yanked my skirt down, shoved my tits back into place and grabbed my gloves. He reached for me, slow, like he wanted to say something. I cut him off. “See? That’s what we do,” I snapped, fixing my corset laces with trembling fingers. “Just good sex. Filthy, brutal, perfect sex. We’re not some fucking couple. I don’t...

The sun hadn’t come up yet, and already I wanted to shoot something. Preferably Cal. The fog was heavy, curling round our boots, thick with smoke from the coal pit they had rigged up behind the chapel. Someone had adjusted the courtyard valves so steam hissed theatrically from the iron grates. It all set the scene perfectly for the duel. I stood at the mark. Full gear. Longcoat, leather and brass holster, red silk skirt s...

The manor looked fantastic. Ivy creeping up soot-stained stone, brass lanterns flickering along the gravel drive, thick clouds of staged steam hissing from copper pipes sunk into the garden wall. They’d gone all in. Gilded Rebellion, they called it. This LARP had really gone all out. I adjusted the collar on my longcoat, and flicked my brass monocle into place. Under the coat, I was in a Victorian dress, steel-boned corse...