She got to the phone on the fourth ring, "Hello." "Hi sweetie." It was him. It had been so long that even the sound of his voice excited her. She stood there in her towel. She'd just got out of the shower when she heard the phone. "Where are you?" "I'm just getting on the highway, should be there in about an hour." "Okay, I'll see you in an hour, love y...
Reborn [Author's Note: I would like to thank "milady sabine" from the bottom of my heart for her help in editing my story. Her aid and encouragement were critical in my personal writing process. Thanks, milady!] David Wynne's life was appallingly dull. He got out of bed, making middle-aged grunts that decried his lack of fitness. After cracking every signi...
"Your Not My Mom!" is an interactive story mainly focused on the possession theme. There isn't a main protagonist, you could use whoever you want and even add new characters but, if you do so, please add a small description of them at least. Even though, as you can tell from the title, the story is mainly focused on possessing moms, you can even po...
While Maddington had rumours of certain curses, like breasts coming to life, or even penises, there were a few lesser known curses. Curses that may be bestowed upon those unfortunate, or fortunate depending on one’s perspective, where they no longer have control over their own feet. Where they are taken, and what happens to the individual afflicted, only the...
It all came back to me and I felt as if I had been hit by a tidal wave. And she was right, her images, both of them are now etched forever in my mind. The sweet sexy, green eyed Alex, and the succubus she became before my eyes. I knew one thing, I wanted, no needed, to live the experience again and again. I googled "Succubus" and found hundreds of hits on t...
It had been one of those days. I had had a nightmare at work, fluffed things up with the girl I was trying to pull at the café where I eat my lunch, been balled out by my boss in the afternoon, and now my phone had run out of credit so I couldn't call my mate to tell him I'd be late to meet him that evening. I decided to go for a drink near my office and dro...
The Slave Girl knelt in the orchard; she picked apples carefully from the ground, checking each one to ensure it was the best she could find. As she looked at an apple that had been damaged by an insect, made rotten inside; she smiled. Picking it up she felt a small burst of fear and excitement, she looked again at the apple, and said to herself;" I must do...
Amy looked across the room to where her husband Sam sat alongside her friend Sally, she noticed that he had his arm along the back of the sofa and his fingers were gently brushing Sally's shoulder. The evening had gone well, although disappointingly for Amy not quite as well as she had hoped, they had been out for a meal in the quiet little town of Bridgeno...
The fire leapt under the hearth as Shelly closed the oak doors behind her. I looked up from my book and smiled as she settled in the leather armchair across from me, a tumbler of Jack Daniels on ice nestled in her hands. "Getting a bit cold out there," I observed, loving the way her hair tumbled loosely over her shoulders as she wrapped the wool blanket ar...
Author's note: I am recovering from repeated surgeries on both arms to correct a degenerative nerve condition. To write this, I am using a voice to text software which isn't always as accurate as I would like it to be. As my recovery time will take more than a year, I have decided to continue writing and give my best effort at doing the thing I love. Please,...