Fuck me, late again! As I sat down next to Ivy at the pre-op nurses station, I shrugged it off when I saw her roll her eyes. She's come to expect it from me. If we weren't such close friends, I'm sure that she'd hate me for it. Since she had worked the graveyard shift that night and was eager to leave, she quickly went over the signout of all the patients...
We have a new Discord Channel! Simply PM me for a link to join the Monster Girl Chronicles Discord and enjoy! Share your thoughts or theories about the stories, or make conversation and share memes or Discord games instead. Of course, I will be there as well so you can ask me whatever questions you'd like, or comment or chat with me about whatever. New chap...
This is the next part of my first story. As usual I hope you have read the previous parts to understand how a husband and wife have become Subs to the same guy. In this part both of them wake up to the revelations of the night before. Master outlines how the future is going to be for both of them. As usual I welcome any comments or suggestions. =========...
CHAPTER 8: DAY OF RECKONING AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear readers, as there are a number of characters, I thought it might be helpful to have a quick guide as a reminder: Walters: Geometry teacher, glasses, mustache, average height, 50s, beer belly but not fat. Sal Peterson: School janitor/maintenance, heavy set, mid 40s, strongRothman: Father's boss, used to babys...
Sunday: "Airport lounges are actually quite fun," Jeff thought to himself. At least this one was. At least today. It was early Sunday afternoon, and the lounge was full of Southbound vacationers in every form of leisure gear. Families, singles, college kids and the occasional romantic couple. He always enjoyed watching a holiday crowd, every aspect of life...
"You've already helped," that's what she said before leaving. It's been almost two months since that day, and I distinctly remember every single detail. I have relived those moments over and over in my head every day, how we began talking, her smile, her eyes, how she laughed, when she cried, the way she moved, her body, her smell, and the taste of her lips,...
Jake heard the front door open, followed by two voices raised in loud, drunken laughter. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. At least somebody is having fun on a Friday night. Despite having broken up with his girlfriend almost a month earlier, he was in no hurry to get back into the game. Work and classes cut into his time, and he remembered all too wel...
This is the sixth part of the Mrs. Wentworth series and comes right after "Mrs. Wentworth and a Useful Lesson." You can find the other parts by clicking on my name. I'm enjoying writing this and a lot of the responses I get from people. I do reply to all feedbacks that have a reply in them and I read all comments. A lot of people have been very helpful in he...
Thanks to Todger65 for editing. ***** My name is Thom, always spelled it with the "h." I grew up in a typical suburban Long Island community. My Dad was a building contractor and I worked weekends and summers with him from the time I was old enough to swing a hammer. One of my uncles was a roofer and I worked on numerous jobs with his crew. Another uncle...
Kenny Shea loved his grandmother dearly, which is why he often rode his bike across town to do chores and things the widowed senior citizen could no longer handle easily. That was how he ended up painting her garage during the recess between semesters at college, and while it wasn't really something Kenny was particularly good at or enjoyed doing, he did it...