This is a substory about Melinda, a human girl in servitude to monstergirl Empire in this metaplot story: Theo: The Blood Angel of Lescatie. Her story starts at page 5. This is her own story, please enjoy and give feedback. ** Inquisition Interview Serial No: E6-Y-17T Post-screeningTags: Bondage and mildly sexually suggestive content. Subject: Female, h...
SANDRA FELL BACK on her hotel bed and let out a gasp of exasperation. This was not a good sign, she thought, to be so irritated just after the pre-conference cocktail party, before the bulk of the participants had even arrived. "Smell like a brewery, look like a tramp, "Ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp Tom Waits growled out of her cellphone, buri...
It was a different time and place. A time when one did as one was told. A time when things were hard, money was short, where there was nowhere to go to get help, there was just the family. My father had been killed in the war, but being an attractive widower, it was not long before my mother had another husband. He was a big man with a quick temper, not av...
The last chapter left off with Miley hinting at some sort of meeting in Paris, France. Here she plans a week in Paris for Chris and me and surprises us by inviting two of her "Disney Princess" friends. Selena Gomez and Vanessa Hudgens don't know what to make of the situation but get caught up in it. Also, no story about a week in Paris, France wouldn't be co...
Having made up with Greg along with the lack of concern he and Hector showed about my breaking up with Alicia had eased my mind. Standing on deck watching the small island grow as we approached from about twenty miles out, I did not feel the sense of dread I had expected. My meditation was disturbed when Paul suddenly appeared at my side. "So, John, has the...
I'm a thirty-year-old white housewife from northeastern Illinois. My name is Ann, and I've been married to Tim for just over 10 years now. My numbers are 36C-30-32, at 5'10" and 129lbs. I must tell the truth, six years ago I was only a 32B. After much begging from my Husband Tim I had breast implant surgery. The ones my Doctor gave me are the saline ones tha...
Special thanks to Ken Nitsua for editing this story! *** You'll want to know about the night of August seventh. It's all that anybody ever wants to know about. I always thought that people would forget, it was years ago, another life, another time. I always thought the world would simply move on. But the world doesn't move on at all. The world devours th...
My family came from Westfordshire City. When I was a boy, saying that was a good way to get accused of trolling for sympathy. The post-industrial, postwar economy had been particularly unkind to the city nestled between the hills, and for a few decades its once-beautiful downtown was a wasteland of empty storefronts and abandoned buildings. Nowadays, of c...
Chapter 13 - Thank You for Fucking My Wife "OH, DEAR GOD! OH ... THAT FEELS SO GOOD ... OH, FUCK, I'VE NEVER ... FELT ..." Emily collapsed on the large bed, her sentence unfinished, as her body started the colossal orgasm she'd been edging up on just before unconsciousness swept over her. Even in her comatose state, her body twitched and writhed. Donna c...
As usual my husband Greg had parked me at our country home in Maine for the summer. It is a nice enough of a location, on the outskirts of a small village, secluded enough one did not need to worry about their dress all the time. Many a nice afternoon I would wander about almost nude in the garden without fear of being observed. One of the attractions of t...