Author's Note - Please read from Chapter 1 to make sense of this. This is not a quick stroke story. There will be sexy-times, but they will only happen as the story's pace dictates, and that won't start quick. Edited 8 November 2019 All characters participating in sexual activities are 18 or older. ***** Chapter 7 "So, how else can we prepare for those...
A/N: If you're not familiar with me, it is important to know I'm almost completely blind. This series is a first-person fantasy and not all the wishes will be written about in detail. If you're reading mostly for sex, read the intro, then skip the first 9 wishes and finish the bottom from wishes 10-12. I am the main character of this story and my descriptio...
by Kestral, the original author of this chapter. (_NOTE: _Ifa writer would like to use this chapter to make a story other than one that makes Nabiki a sex slave, go to Tenchi Universe, also on CHYOA.) “Yeah, right, like this’d work,” Ranma said. That he’d taken the battered old brass lamp to the most secluded place he knew of (the top of the Flem building -...
Ding-dong! Ah, there it was. You walk up to the door to see a small package lying there. You quietly exlaim "yes!" and picked the package up. You see, a week ago, you decided to secretly order a fleshlight. Sure, you had a big, 8-inch dick in your pants, but you weren't very muscular and your social skills weren't anything special either. You also...
Chapter 8 "Oh, damn you, miserable, fucking, goddamned Yankee bastard ... fuck, that's good ... fucking take me, don't waste my time!" Nancy, Nicky's ex-fiancee, now begged me to pound her within an inch of her life. "Shut up and take it, you sorry slut!" I demanded as I slapped Nancy's pale backside until it was pink. Far from angering Nancy, the slaps t...
(Author’s note: I’m going to try something weird here. The story is public and I’m going to try to be as hands off as possible, meaning I won’t post very many chapters. I’ll fix typos where I see them but the rest is up to ya’ll. Let’s see those imaginations work.) Chances are if you had any sort of childhood where “What ifs” took place you’ll have heard thi...
i identify as a slave. i'm a slave. That's who i am. It's what i want to be. It just feels right. i'm a slave and i have some opinions on what that means. Now, understand, a slave's opinions are exactly what you think they are, worth only the amount that an Owner, my Master or Mistress, wants to give them. Master=Mistress=Master/Mistress=Owner i think the...
Thank you again Angel Love for all your help.....you're one heck of a talented and patient editor! * We have given each other every imaginable red or pink present over the years on Valentine's Day from edible underwear to sex toys that looked like fire hydrants. It became apparent to my best-bud-girl, Jenn, and I, as well as to a number of our friends, tha...
Sometimes, it seems, mother nature is too much inclined to shower her blessings on one individual. Bob Hale certainly was one of them. he was well-endowed in every respect. He had brains, and clear skin that would not have looked amiss in a fashion model, a symmetrical face whose perfection made girls gasp, a glorious built, beautiful eyes and wavy dark hair...
While my Master has slept I have cleaned and decorated myself with gold jewelry, and gathered my hair into whisps. I also readied a meal for Him while He slept. It is a meal of chicken, rice, various fruits cubed, two different kinds of bread with red wine vinegar and olive oil to dip the bread in, and red wine. I take all of the meal, and wine to the roug...