Thank you mollycactus! This story wouldn't be possible without your help. Grace is a character from Submission in the Sun and Sand. Inspired by carrie p. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resem...
Grace rubbed her eyes when she reached the bottom of the page she was reading, realizing nothing had sunk in despite reading it three times previously. With a resigned sigh, Grace closed her history book and accepted the fact she wasn't going to accomplish any meaningful study during free period. Stretching her arms out to the side, a tiny smile decorated he...
Checking in early to their hotel proved to be no problem. It was a relatively quiet weekend with no major events and the hotel had seemed glad to have guests. There were no raised eyebrows either about two women sharing a room. Grace and Michelle clearly were there as a couple but in San Francisco that was nothing unusual. Michelle had thought that they wou...
Illustrations by LunA. 3. THE KISS OF DEATH Hunger had overtaken him. Eight long months had passed since he last tasted blood. He would finish her in due time, of that he was certain. But for now, the hunger had to be satisfied, and he couldn't get to Grace. Not yet. He'd held off on killing the stripper. It was a matter of willpower, and he'd resisted....
Grace never felt comfortable about her body; she stood naked in front of her full-length mirror and wondered what it would be like to be a size 5, or at least a 12. She wasn't the least picky. She stood 5'6, and weighed 240 pounds. Shoulder length chestnut colored hair framed her soft face and gray slanted eyes made her a strikingly beautiful large woman. Me...
As Michelle entered the theatre, she drew in a breath of amazement. It was older and full of rich carve wooden decorations. The entry hall was filled with elegant people milling their way slowly towards the doors leading to their seats. She squeezed Grace's hand with excitement and turned her face towards her. Michelle's face was lit up with a stunning smile...
She sat next to the woman on the bar stool. Her long black skirt and long sleeved red top, cut close to her neck revealed nothing of her body. She wore black shoes with black stockings, but only her ankles could be seen. "So you think you are a slave." the blond woman said. "yes Ma'am," the girl replied, looking down. "What makes you think that?" "My des...
The Spring Gala was considered the first important social event of the summer season by most affluent residents of Savannah; a formal dance where young people, usually high school seniors on the verge of graduation, were formally introduced into society and accepted as young adults. In decades past, such galas served as matchmaking events for wealthy familie...
Author's Note: For M. Hope maybe you like it. Also all characters over eighteen etc. etc. **** Grace leaned heavily on the balcony's railing, working on the remainder of her beer. It wasn't a super cold night. Just on the cool side of comfortable, perhaps, but right now that wasn't a bad thing. "What are you hiding out here for?" Grace took another swig...
"Okay, the first thing we need to do is come up with your background. My mom is going to ask you a lot of questions, so we need to make sure your backstory is solid." stated Stephen, rubbing his hands together. "Sounds simple enough," giggled Grace. It was early morning the next day, and Stephen had been awake for quite some time trying to collect his thou...