Princess Daisy Stories

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So I'm Not a Vampire? Ch. 08

by sensanin on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

Hey Everyone, So this is the completely edited version of So, I'm Not a Vampire? Thank you searchingforperfection for helping me edit the entire So I'm Not a Vampire? novellette. Thank you to my beta tester, Fanfare, for reading the entire Peaches series. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to work out those rough edges in the story. Thanks :) Side note...

Fragile Unbroken Ch. 06

by FragileUnbroken on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

Fragile Unbroken 6 "Slickery" I had a conversation recently which has reawakened one of my wildest fetishes and rekindled memories of one of my wildest erotic rides. It's not one I will be able to experience much in my life, at least, not too this degree because it took my Master a long time to arrange it in a way that was safe and comfortable (to the degr...

Always in My Life Ch. 05

by AlwaysAlone1986 on Sep 11, 2017
Romance

Hi Again all, Thanks again to my editor kayli1001. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Please keep the feedback coming. AlwaysAlone1986 * The next month passed quickly and quietly. I saw or spoke to Spencer every day and spent most weekends in his bed. We hadn't done anything but kiss and cuddle. I was even more in love with him, so I felt ready to take t...

April in Texas Ch. 08

by SLC-Ohio on Sep 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Leaving Fredericksburg, and not that far out Route 16, we found a new chain motel that was nearly empty. It was so new that it probably wasn't taking reservations yet. We stopped, and I went inside. The motel desk was operated by a Pakistani family, a husband and wife team with a small child behind the counter. The woman was quietly mysterious, with dark dee...

Third Wedding Anniversary

by PrincessErin on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

"Do you know that the official gift to give for your third wedding anniversary is leather?" Oliver smiled at his wife and waited for her response. "Really? Did you get me leather?" Krista giggled. She ran her hand up and down his thigh, watching him squirm. "Maybe. Want to give me a blow job while I drive?" Oliver grinned. She never turned down blowing h...

Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 08

by darkknight0307 on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Author's Note: Yes, it's back! You can stop sending me messages about when the hell I'm going to add more! I've decided to break this part down, with a non-erotic section that sets up the sex scene upcoming. I have a feeling it's going to be long, and don't want a huge submission. On a side note, if you're a fan of my Back in the U.S.S.R., please send me a m...

Adventures of Jenny McCarthy Ch. 1

by jzelger on Sep 13, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Chapter 1: PLAYBOY [The following is a never-before-printed excerpt from a magazine interview with Jenny McCarthy. It was never published for obvious reasons. Other excised portions of the interview will be revealed later, if readers are interested] Posing in Playboy changed my career, but it changed me personally, too. INTERVIEWER: How do you mean?...

What If? Ch. 06

by PaulStevens on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Edited by HJF In the aftermath of Jack's news Brandon was left with several decisions to make, the first of which was to not tell Katy. With her mom leaving for vacation in Florida, her dad bound to put pressure on their relationship, and the new baby, the last thing she needed was more stress in her life. However that only compounded the stress levels f...

Queen Jezebel Women's Prison Intl.

by DemocraticRepublicofBigBreastedWomen on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

There exists a number of international corporate (private) prisons that were built and are owned by a bio-tech company for the incarceration of big breasted women; or small breasted women who were forced to have large bra cup sizes via surgery once they were committed to one of the penitentiaries within the organized corporate prison system. Queen Jezebel...

Reading Allowed Ch. 07

by Zenmackie_lamignonne on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

By lamignonne and Zenmackie. * * * * * One hour later, Marie was feeling decidedly cranky. Her wrists were cuffed securely to her collar, held there by short lengths of chain, so that her hands dangled impotently at the level of her shoulders. Her ankles were hobbled by an 18-inch length of chain, enough slack that she could walk around, but only by taking...