***This is a silly story written over many months. It's long and complete fiction, but I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you enjoy reading it. Note this story is completely separate to my other series.*** ***** Dammit. Why had I agreed to this stupid game. Why had I pushed so hard to make the other girls play by the rules. And why did I even think I'd get...
I awoke to a thunderstorm. Lightning filling my bedchamber as I stand and move to the window. The flashes of lightning fill the sky and the haze of rain makes it impossible to see the city in the distance. I set my jaw in thought and reflect on things, something I did a lot these days. My mind wanders while I stand there alone. I shift my gaze to the large...
"You absolute bastard!" Lou snarled, stepping forward -- but a pair of Federal marines in power armor were there to grab him and slam him back down into a chair. Their metal gauntlets were shockingly gentle, considering their enhanced strength, but Lou still felt terribly impotent in their grip. His hands tightened into fists and he glared at Admiral Bosch,...
This bondage and discipline story is a CFNM tale about women spanking their husbands. It is also a story that celebrates domestic discipline where the female, NOT the male, is the disciplinarian. If the thought of a woman using a paddle on her husband's behind upsets you, or if a story about men having to act as sex objects and sex toys offends you, do not r...
There was still a great deal of confusion left inside of me. Those who can relate to the events leading up to this point believe that I should have simply fled, like the other 4 white husbands. Others think I should have stood up to him. But, I could never do that. I knew this now. My intense fear of the young, black stud and the desperate sliver of hope t...
Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait. I really don't have an excuse. Just felt a bit like crap—concerning the last chapter—and I guess it took me a while to get in the mood to write this chapter. It then took me a while to actually come up with an outline for this chapter—but then thankfully, you know who you are, became my muse! Thank you so much for helpi...
Just a note, I did send in revisions on my earlier chapters so there should be a different format on chapters 1-4. The storyline is the same, but it might be worth it to revisit those chapters. On with the show! Chapter 9: Sacrifice "The child is dead." "The child is dead." The child is dead." The child is dead." The child is dead." The child is dead." S...
Hi guys!!! We have reached the ELEVENTH and FINAL installment of JUST BEING WOLFY series!! We have reached the ENDING!! The journey from CHAPTER 1 to CHAPTER 11 has been amazing... Please keep on VOTING and COMMENTING!!! Millions of BIG thanks and appreciation goes to STEVESWOMAN for wanting to EDIT and CHECK my endless flow of grammatical-mistakes!! THA...
"And that's it?" I asked. "Yes, that's it," the old man said. I sat there in the corner of a little Starbucks, well away from everyone else. The gentleman I was speaking with sat back in the overstuffed leather chair opposite me. Starbucks wasn't where I wanted to meet but the old guy insisted. Muted conversations and nauseating light jazz filled the air...
The table was set for nine people. Five adults, three children at the table, and one child in a high chair. Anya had put out her good china and had spent a little extra on quality steaks that she cooked on the grill that was part of the professional quality stove top in her new kitchen. Her daughter had put the wine and water glasses on the table, and had he...