"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...
One or more of the main character’s female family members and close friends are going to get possessed or body swapped. The one who gets their body is going to be a bit of a pervert, and obviously heavily involves the main character in the use of said body. I am personally only marginally good at setting up threads. Please don’t expect me to get into the “ni...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** All the characters in this story are over 18 years old. *** My name is Roy, and you probably won't believe this story I am about to tell you. I was a college student, and I was 19 years old. My school bully name was Henry, and he loved making my Life a living hell. He was always...
Author's note: My idea is for the stories to mostly be 3rd person. However, this section basically has to be second person, so bear with me. *** The box you found was peculiar. Usually, a box didn't come with strange markings. It wasn't made out of exotic materials that seemed to defy normal physical behavior. Boxes were usually cardboard or wood. They held...
And I know he is a king, who deserves a queen. But I am not a queen. And he doesn't see me...* *English lyrics: Read / Ingebrigsten / Marazzi / Adams , Sarah Brightman's 'He doesn't see me' ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "THE KING IS DEAD! LONG LIVE THE KING!" shouted the exclaimer. "Long live the king," the mass chanted. My mother pinched my ear and made me chant with th...
A hush fell across the supplicants in the throne room when the giant doors unexpectedly swung open and the Captain of the King's Sentinels entered the hall. Tradition dictated that the doors remain closed once petitioners had been admitted, and supplicants were allowed to leave only when the King had heard and judged every dispute and request brought before...
The nightmare was always the same. The dark surrounds me. I can hear her calling my name, but I won't turn around, I keep running toward the end. I don't know her name. I've never seen her face before. Her dark hair and pretty, deep blue eyes... they haunted me. In my dream, she is running towards me, begging me to let her explain. But I kept moving forwar...
The whip scoured over her flesh. It left flickering trails of fire across her skin, the pain almost too much for her to bear. She hung from her wrists, from where he'd tied her when she'd once more displeased him. Who was he? Her father, the king of the Fourth Kingdom and ruler of all the lands he could see. He was a tyrant and a bully, beating his only d...
He puts his best jeans on tonight. His black boots are polished, laced up nice and tight. Frankie's hair is slicked like back in seventy-five; come on baby, let's drive... His fingers caress the cold curves and raise dusty stripes on the sleek black skin of his oldest friend. "Summertime baby, summertime... Let's get your top down." "You talking to me or...
This is my alternate version of the events of Wanda At the Beach that had been requested. It is Wanda telling her own made-up version of events for the pleasure of her husband. All characters are over the age of 18. *** Dear Julie First of all happy anniversary. I am so sorry we couldn't be together for our first anniversary. I understand and I love that...