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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="../assets/xml/rss.xsl" media="all"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Tritium's Bedroom (Posts about one-off)</title><link>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/</link><description></description><atom:link rel="self" href="https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/categories/one-off.xml" type="application/rss+xml"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2017 18:53:45 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Nikola (getnikola.com)</generator><docs>http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss</docs><item><title>Callgirl</title><link>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/callgirl.html</link><dc:creator>Tritium</dc:creator><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;She stood in the doorway; he long multicolored hair cascaded down her shoulder
in loose curls over the thin strap of her black tee shirt.  Tall boots climbed
her leg to her knee, above which was bare to the hem of her short skirt.  Her
breasts pressed against the tight fabric of her shirt and displayed her erect
nipples prominently.  She tilted her head with a little grin.  “Are you
Madeline?” The young woman asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maddie was not an old woman by any means, but as she guessed, she could be the
mother of the young woman in front of her.  She smiled at the young woman “You
must be Rainbow.”  Maddie knew the name was fake, and didn’t blame the young
woman.  She stepped aside and Rainbow entered the hotel room.  “Call me
Maddie.”  She said as she closed the door.  She wore typical business attire –
a blouse and a pair of trousers; her coat hung over the back of a chair.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rainbow looked around the room; there was nothing out of the ordinary – a bed
that hadn’t been slept in, a single carry-on bag, a laptop was set on the small
excuse for a desk.  “Are you here for the convention downstairs?” she asked the
older woman.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/callgirl.html"&gt;Read more…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><category>one-off</category><guid>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/callgirl.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2016 21:59:04 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Ari and Arja</title><link>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/ari-and-arja.html</link><dc:creator>Tritium</dc:creator><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="admonition note"&gt;
&lt;p class="first admonition-title"&gt;Note&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="last"&gt;These characters are taken from an online role-playing session set in the
Star Wars universe.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Arja held up the clothing that Ari had laid out for her and furrowed her brow.
“Where’s the rest of it?” she asked.  The human woman stood nude in the flight
deck of the small craft.  The pale skin of Arja’s face was marked with tattoos
around her eyes and lips; long black hair with a single streak of red emanated
from the top of her head and fell to one side, revealing the shaved sides of
her head.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“That’s it.”  Ari called back from below deck.  The not-quite human woman
popped her head up through the floor hatch and grinned at Arja.  “Well that and
a collar.”  Ari’s skin was hidden under a light coat of gray fur – a color
uncharacteristic of her race.  Straight white hair fell in sheets from her
head.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Arja closed her eyes and grit her teeth.  “Is there any particular reason why
you suddenly want to humiliate me?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/ari-and-arja.html"&gt;Read more…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><category>one-off</category><guid>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/ari-and-arja.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2016 23:54:47 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Chloe</title><link>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/chloe.html</link><dc:creator>Tritium</dc:creator><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Chloe climbed into the big bed; her ten year old form covered only in an
oversized tee shirt.  She was quite small for her age; short compared to the
other girls in school, and showed almost no hints of development.  Her cropped
blonde hair shone in the moonlight coming through the window.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She knelt on the bed, bent over on all fours.  Someone standing behind her
would have gotten a hell of a view of her hairless puffy pussy, and firm round
ass.  She piled up pillows under her belly for support, and rested her flat
chest against the bed. Then she waited.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/chloe.html"&gt;Read more…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><category>one-off</category><guid>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/chloe.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2016 07:02:35 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>The Flesh</title><link>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/the-flesh.html</link><dc:creator>Tritium</dc:creator><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chelsea shot up from her bed with a gasp.  She looked around the darkened room
with wide, panicked eyes.  Her heart pounded in her ears for what felt like
forever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nothing.  There was nothing in her room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She wiped the sweat from her brow and swallowed hard a few times.  She took a
few deep breaths to calm down.  “Just a dream” she muttered to herself.  She
looked at the clock.  2:30 AM.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/the-flesh.html"&gt;Read more…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><category>one-off</category><guid>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/the-flesh.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2016 20:56:58 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>