***while I'm still struggling with the next day of The Story of N, here is a quick and dirty one that I came up with. There are (or were, in this episode) "other men" here, so move on if you don't like it.*** ***** I made the arrangements ahead of my two-week "business trip," for which I had used my bonus points to upgrade to a master suite at the hotel in...
The lower floors of the parking garage are completely full, but I find an empty parking space on the third floor in front of a concrete wall and thankfully head into it. It is late Saturday morning so I surmise there are a lot of people shopping. I turn the engine off and try to relax; the journey has been quite interesting. Driving for the first time in my...
I heard the crunching of gravel as the van stopped. My body swayed, I had to re position my knees on the hard floor of the van. I could hear voices as the van doors opened and closed, footsteps on the gravel. I felt so groggy, how long had I been out? How long had we driven? How far? My head hurt, my hands hurt. I was fixed to the side of the van somehow, my...
This is probably the darkest of the One Week Chronicles story - Part 2 certainly is! - but I enjoy trying to find new ways to write and explore characters. I'll be very interested to know your thoughts on this one as it's probably the furthest from me, but was still huge fun to explore. As ever, it slots perfectly into the timeline and happens before the v...
I woke the following morning to find that Helena had already left. There was a note on the bedside table saying that she had left early to go home and change before going to work. I laid awake in bed for a while taking in the events of the previous day and a wetness crept through my pussy. I wondered if Phil, as he lay asleep beside me, was dreaming about th...
Michael was mowing the lawn when she called. Slowly he had been crossing the small lawn, pushing the mower at comfortable pace chosen to avoid sweating too much in the warm summer afternoon heat. The quiet mower whirred, clipping the few grass blades that had grown tall enough to reach its rotating blades. Luckily, the mower did not prevent him from hearing...
3:00 pm 12/16/15 - Present day My name is Christine, and I'm a 30-year-old high school teacher with a very interesting tale to tell. I'm a sex slave to a computer. But to fully understand what brought me to this moment, I need to start from the beginning. I grew up an only child in a farmhouse. It's not that my parents were farmers they just wanted the so...
Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Emp...
The first thing one notices is the spent condom. This would normally be a very odd thing on a kitchen counter. However, I am not only not surprised, but I expect it. Next to the condom is a list of cleaning chores. And there I am, alone in a slutty french maids uniform getting ready to clean the house. How did this turn of events happen? Well, one night, a...
Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first: Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's i...