Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** The door to the tavern opened, bringing in a cold draft that made the lights in the common room flicker. A figure stood in the doorway. It was a naked girl. She looked to be no more than 20 winters old. The light from the fire turned her skin golden. There was no hair upon...
"Sh, Sh, Sh, sweet baby, it is going to be ok." Looking at the wall clock, I notice it is 4 a.m. 2 hours of non-stop crying. What started as a little whimper has gone into a full blown distress cry. I am now officially a single mom. Emily is a week old and we are trying to learn how to breastfeed together. There is no lonelier feeling than being up in the mi...
Author's Note: Please note that this story contains a few gross bathroom scenes. It picks up immediately where Part 2 left off, although new readers should be fine. ***** My name's Emily. In most ways, I'm an ordinary Biology student. I go to a small college in New York, near the Canadian border. A few months ago, my life was perfectly normal. And then m...
Author's Note: This story contains Tentacles, Pregnancy and Anal. Enjoy if you're into it! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Emily puffed as she continued her down the mountain. It was getting late, the sun just beginning it's slow descent over the horizon, and she still had awhile to trek. She'd given herself plenty of time she thought to go on this hike, but she had...
Author's Note: You know back in Chapter 3 when I said it would probably be the longest? Yeah, I lied, this beats that out by a good thousand words and I doubt these chapters are gonna get shorter any time soon. Also, apologies for any errors since I probably missed several. * Emily stretched, waking from her wonderful sleep. At her side, Rebecca slept her...
A Boiled Frog has ranked extremely well -- much higher than I deserve -- thanks to the feedback and voting of you. SO, THANK YOU. I was worried Part 6, with very little hardcore action, would be poorly received, but it's my highest-ranking submission yet. That tells me that you guys are enjoying my journey and willing to accept my lack of worldly knowledge....
Emily was woken, as per her usual routine, to the sound of the rooster outside her window. She lay on her bed with her eyes closed, trying to remember the dream she had been having. The rooster crowed again, calling Emily up from her vague impressions of her dreams. She groggily swung her legs off the side of the bed, pulling the sheet off the side with them...
Yami groaned as she sat up. However, upon recalling her dream, she grinned widely. She, and eleven others, had been gathered by Sors Nepellus, a goddess of unimaginable power, all to participate in a tournament unlike any other. At least, that's what the goddess told them, Yami thought and stood, heading to her bookshelf, where her deck sat alongside her mat...
I have been writing a diary since I was 19 years old; every day, I write in my journal explaining what I have achieved or just a random thought for the day. I always do the entries within thirty-six hours, no matter where I am. I never miss an entry. I have been writing them since I read an article in a magazine, it explained how good it was to keep a person...
Like with any great success, thoughts turn to a sequel. You have to capitalize on success, right? I apologize in advance if the sequel is a letdown for any of you. But, I feel like I have to try, damn it. I have to try. As always, this story is fiction, and any similarities to anything you may have seen or heard or read about is a complete accident. *****...