My name is Mistletoe Kringle. I prefer Misty. I'm on Daddy's naughty list. I mean, I have been for some time, but now I'm sort of at the top of it. I don't really understand why. I mean, I'm just continuing the family tradition of giving. Is it really important that instead of a wooden top, I give head? Or instead of a bicycle for them to ride, I let them r...
Author's Note: I especially would like feedback on this chapter because it's possible I went too far. It gets a bit extreme. And while there's some sober discussion to ground it, I don't want Stacy's stories to go too "Gonzo". *** Frank and Betty had returned, both wearing robes. They murmured inaudibly to one another as they sat down to watch the trio. B...
Prologue Rain fell in a sporadic icy deluge. No true storm, it was nonetheless a persistent enough spattering of ice and water to make the battleground a wet, slushy mess of melting ice, frigid wind, and watered down puddles of mud and fresh blood steaming in the dawning light. It was miserable conditions, even for the already miserable enterprise of war...
Erin in the theater with wearing only her coat. ~~~~~~~~~~ Early November in Atlanta. Sometimes it is wicked cold; sometimes it can be barely sweater weather. On this particular Sunday afternoon, it was in the mid 60s with a gentle misty rain and perfect for Erin to wear her new coat. A birthday gift from her parents, it was the classic trench style: epau...
Reagan lay in bed, holding her phone up in front of her face, panting hard as she fingered herself. God, she was so turned on and it was only getting worse, and she knew why. She knew it was because she had exposed herself to whatever Tara had been exposed to. And she knew that was true because anytime she thought about licking that cum from Tara's glasses...
WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you've discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory. ***** The following day began with me leaving the f...
For the time being at least this is the last entry in this storyline, but I may continue it at some point. For the time being my plans are to continue with Haunted Incest, Wishing for a Domme and Becoming a Pet. ***** After a number of weeks of occasionally noticing something was missing or at least not quite right, I decided to go for a drive. I had been...
It wasn't very long before Jessica finally rose and made her way out of the dark and frigid room, the guard out of sight and with no sounds indicating his return. She stood largely nude, bra still unclasped and her cum-glazed breasts still exposed, stepping into the hallway though still lost on where she should go. For one reason or another she had chosen no...
"Politics find common thread everywhere," Mustafa Machar said to himself, as he languished in his little cell, awaiting his execution. In a few hours, the sun would rise, and for the first time in centuries, he would be there to greet it. It would be the very last thing he ever saw, for the light was lethal to his kind. Can't escape genetics, Mustafa thought...
Preface: This is Gloria's POV of "Mrs. MIlls' Predicament Ch.10 Pt. 2". It's the end of the first part of the series, but just the beginning of Shawn's return from college and the rest of the story. If you haven't read the "Predicament Series" yet, I hope you will! ***** It was barely an hour into our weekend and I had been surprised, humiliated, shamed,...