Emilia leaned on the railing surrounding the Ghost Machine, tucked away in one of her many rooms at the King estate, watching as her staff put the finishing touches on their restoration project. The machine was polished to a mirror finish, the brass and steel gears and cogs stretching upwards to affix to the high-vaulted ceiling. The dome occupied the center...
"Your guest has arrived, Ms. King." As the large wooden doors to the library of the King estate are opened by one of the many assistants throughout the mansion, you are greeted by a red-headed woman, seated in a chair next to a roaring fireplace with a book in her lap and an ancient wooden box by her side. The box appeared to be decorated with Lati...
First chapter on my profile. No, seriously, you won't know who the hell this "Emilia" is if you don't read the first chapter. This story might have some plot holes or factual errors. This is a fictional story after all. If you want to nit-pick on it, fine, do so. All characters are over 18 years of age. ***** 'Will you be my girlfriend?' Emilia's bro...
This text was inspired (with her permission) by the work of u/soft-n-slow of Reddit's r/gonewild. ————— Part 7 "So you finally couldn't make it back into the bath," the phone's artificial voice said. "I've been wondering how things would finally break down." "... Evening Witch?" Emilia asked. "Right in one, dearie." "I... I don't understand." Was...
Emilia had been coaxed into going to this obscure party by an acquaintance. It wasn't really her sort of thing, but she went to appease her friend. She knew it would be kinky, but could never have guessed the outcome. She wore a tight short dress and, it gave her a tingle to feel her long legs being ogled by the various males, but she stuck close to her fri...
Emilia Featherstone-Willet crept along the second floor gallery. The slight rustle of her clothing seemed very loud to her nervous ears. The servants had long since retired and the thick walls blocked the outside night sounds. The contrast with the moonlight pouring in the windows made the darkness beyond the railing seem endless. It also silhouetted her b...
Pedagogue I was wondering when she was going to come to me. Emilia Keating strides into my office. My failing student radiates the confidence that family wealth and a major sorority presidency grants. Her expression lets me know she has something in mind. It will be something manipulative and rather unethical. Just like her mother. That memory tries to ma...
————— This text was inspired (with her permission) by the work of u/soft-n-slow of Reddit's r/gonewild. ————— Part 2 A few days before. Emilia woke up yet again more than an hour before she needed to. She stared up at the ceiling of her small one-bedroom apartment, the gray morning light peeking in through the Venetian blinds. It didn't look like going...
"Good morning Goddess." Misty replied, without moving. Misty had heard the word 'love,' but she didn't know if it meant what she hoped it meant. She certainly hoped that Valentina shared her feelings, but she would never presume to ask, she would simply hope, until she had opportunity to learn. "Come in, join me my sweet." Valentina purred. Misty went up...
"You join us here at Capital Stadium to the joyous scenes of the national women's xi victory over their male counterparts. 4-1, a real hammering to male pride as our courageous girls proved that for all their obscene wealth and lofty reputations, our men's team is nothing but a bunch of spoilt little boys!" Erin caught the crestfallen grimace of her male pr...