Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
This story is part fiction, part real. The characters in the story are people from real life and most of the circumstances and surroundings are very much real. As usual, there is some amount of exaggeration and spice added to make it more appealing to the reader. Just like my other stories, please be warned that the story contains very strong cuckoldry ele...
Hopefully you will read the earlier stories about how I came to live with my aunt and how I came to dress up as Molly. OK, who am I kidding - How I came to be Molly. But in case you're rushing - I'm a college student who came to live with his aunt during summer break. Having no money, we started doing video dates, where I was Molly, a red-headed girl, not Br...
I am a Sales Manager & spend a lot of my time travelling the country (UK); I was due to spend a 4 days at a conference in High Wycombe. This is a journey I could not commute everyday, so it would be best suited to stay close to the venue. My Aunt & Uncle live in Marlow, not far from the venue & if they would put me up for a few nights it would do me a favour...
Do you like still and calm water of a lake or the unruly swirls of water flow from a monsoon spring? If you think a little deeper, you may like either of these, depending on your mood. Further, your preference would be influenced by your gender and of course age. Now, tell me what a boy of eighteen of calm nature would prefer? I am sure you now get it. At e...
I was in my den writing on my latest novel when the phone interrupted my train of thought; annoyed with myself for having forgotten to turn the ringer off, I answered it with almost a growl in my throat, "Yes." It was my niece, my sister's oldest daughter, "Aunt M am I disturbing you?" she asked. I smiled; she always called me Aunt M from the days when she...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
A stream of sunlight landed on my face and I smiled, stretching awake. It took a moment to realize where I was but once I did I stretched my arms out to my sides and found Damien not there. I sighed and got up rubbing the tops of my sore arms before heading into the bathroom and taking a hot shower. I found a black towel and wrapped it around me drying myse...
The next morning was spent out on the patio, a large umbrella protecting my Aunt's vampire skin from the morning light and me sitting face to the sun absorbing it. My aunt set a photo in front of me on top of my coffee and pointed to it. The photo was split into three sections, each holding a photo of three very beautiful vampire girls, all my age or close t...
I arrived in Paris looking and smelling like a homeless woman. My aunt, damn her, was waiting for me looking like a tall, vampire model, wearing a ridiculous black, glittering dress that was so low it showed the edge of her navel and in her hand was a black, lace umbrella I walked towards her, seeing her face light up in a bright smile. "Lilly, you look atr...