Author's Note: Apologies, as this seems to be getting more delayed every time. On the bright side, this is longer than the previous chapters, and takes the story to about the half-way point. So, it will get done, even if it takes a while! ***** "So," said Helen, having gathered them all at the office, "let's try to go through this chronologically. What do...
Chapter Eight We were up early the following morning. It was one of those rare bright winter days where there is no wind and the world looks made anew under its carpet of shimmering frost. The sky was an achingly blue vault with the only clouds a couple of puffs left over from God’s cigar. It isn’t possible not to feel glad to be alive on such a morning, wh...
Stan Greenburg -- retired billionaire -- peered over his glasses at the fat, snaggle-toothed grandma sitting across the table. She's not as old as she looks, he thought. Probably only in her forties. She reeked of stale tobacco smoke. "What's your name?" he asked. "Marsha McCoy." "And you want to be a housekeeper?" "Yup." "This is a pretty big hous...
"Stop it, Marie-Noëlle. That tickles!" Spirella cantered ahead of her slender companion, who giggled as she bent forward and pretended to initiate another attack with the long feathers that adorned the harness of smooth white leather daintily padlocked around her head. "Seriously! We have many miles yet to journey ere we take our rest." "Yeah, enough wit...
Author's note 10/15/2014: So here is the last chapter. I said from the beginning that I would finish the story and not leave my readers hanging. I stuck to that. I'm not sure that everyone will be satisfied, but I am. Thanks for all the encouragement over the past couple of months. It made finishing the story much easier knowing there were people who wante...
A month passed filled with test after test, but no progress on returning me back to normal. Any theories about injections to restore my normal body were rejected outright; there were no veins in which to put them. They tried giving me things to absorb, but nothing changed. I appeared to be a pink slimegirl for the foreseeable future, the first experiment fai...
This story was inspired by a friend requesting a spanking story. This may not have been what he was looking for, but I had the idea of using the Giraffe statues some how and they worked out for this story. ************* The mansion was fronted by a huge yard with a driveway that encircled a large, beautiful green lawn and a central flowerbed. In the middle...
It's October, my favorite month of the year. I needed a little break from writing, "Fallen Snow," in order to clear my head and get myself motivated to write again. To that end, I've written a little something different that I hope you all enjoy. This entry jumps genres a bit. If that statement worries you, jump to the end and I'll have a small note to give...
He holds my hand as we cross the entrance room and get to the club doors. He opens one door and allows for me to enter first. Immediately the air is warmer and damp. My eyes adjust to the dimmed lights as I feel Dominic wrap his arm around my waist. Suddenly I feel much more confident with him beside me, I notice how snuggly I fit in the crook of his arm. He...
Nothing makes me orgasm harder than when something's in my ass. I'm not picky. A butt plug, a dildo, my own fingers, a pen. Whatever I could find, I'd use to stretch my hole and get myself off. Even thinking about stretching my asshole made me wet. I loved everything about it, the slight discomfort, the pleasure, enveloping around whatever object it was. It...