Chapter 5: Love, Music, and a Brief Respite. The capital of Monstergirls, Reikshold, had been rebuilt after cultists of the former monster lord attempted to kill Agrat, the current, benevolent monster empress. Passing by the safe zone for young humans where decency laws applied, both Anubises, Saakali, and Otep, slowly passed the streets full of working m...
Author's note: 'All things must pass' and I feel that this series has reached a natural conclusion. As always, I must point out that all players in this fictional saga are aged 18 or older, and all sexual acts are consensual. The Making of a Mistress Chapter 6: Cwm Pechod's Cuckold Community The invitations to the party for the combined wedding anniversary...
The crowded bar was dark and noisy; the music loud enough that my two best friends and I had to lean in closely just to carry on a conversation. Around us the table was littered with empty beer bottles; from across the table my friend Rhiannon shot me a wide grin. "Thank God you could come tonight, Lilly; Girls' Night just isn't the same without you." I ret...
"Sarah, you know I love you, and want to spend my life with you." Sarah and Jim cuddled in each others arms. Sarah, having turned 18 the day before, was dressed in her boyfriend's favorite outfit, her cheerleading uniform. She had her hair in a ponytail, and was laying her head up against his shoulder, as he reached over and cupped her C cup breasts and rub...
Author's Note: All characters are adults, which in this context means they are at least twenty-one years of age. ***** My Beloved Emily, Forgive me (as I'm sure you will, dear sister) for deluging you with my ill-considered words, but I am in turmoil! It was with great difficulty last night that I yielded to sleep, so full my thoughts were of yesterday's...
The Plough and the Stars © 2018 1r1shman101 Note to Readers: This is one where you're really better off reading Part 1: The Studio first. Much of what happens here doesn't make real sense without it. Plus, you'll be missing a really good hand job. ***** "See, the, thing is," Tess says, "Irish girls are Goddesses of the hand job." We're sitting, me,...
***** I. ***** As the glaring sunlight streamed in though the sealed windows, the train carriage felt like an oven. The summer heat wave, combined with broken air conditioning, kept the temperature within at an almost unbearable level. Despite the fact that he was the only passenger in an otherwise deserted car, with the oppressive heat he nevertheless fe...
Chapter 12: Martyrdom "Golden Girl. Step forward." It was the Duc's voice, cold and commanding. Though Dorée was victorious in her first competition at the Chateau, she would get no praise from him. He had lost his wager against her, and he was not about to mask his displeasure. But Dorée was too far gone for fear. She stepped forward, curtseyed deeply, a...
M's is a pretty, detached house, tucked away behind a high hedge in a tree-lined street. I ring the bell precisely at the agreed time. I've timed the walk well from the side street where I parked and waited, watching the hand creep round on my watch, determined not to arrive early as I was determined not to be late. As I check my watch, I'm pleased with mys...
DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are 18+ years of age. All characters and events depicted are completely fictitious...obviously. CONTENT WARNING: If the title didn't already give it away, this is a BDSM story. It will include fetishes such as femdom, CBT, humiliation, and chastity just to name a few. Mainly though, it is a ballbusting story. Not on...