Part 14
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Monday, January 29, 2018
Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 13
A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro
Epilogue
Six months later
Cassidy awoke in a panic. It was nearly six in the morning and she was going to be in so much trouble. She slid out of the covers and then struggled to stand. Desiree still slept on a mattress that lay directly on the floor. It was comfortable to sleep on, but a pain in the ass when it came to getting up when you were six months pregnant.
“Where are you going, Kitty?” Desiree reached out for her. “Come back to bed. I’m lonely already.”
“I wish I could, baby, but I have to get home before Ben wakes up.” Cassidy sat down on the chair in front of Desiree’s drafting table and then pulled her dress over her head.
“Say hello for me.”
Cassidy snorted. While her husband was fully aware of her relationship with Desiree, it wasn’t like he totally approved. It was a bit of assault on his machismo that she regularly sought the arms of not only another lover, but a woman’s. In exchange for allowing her to keep up her affair with Desiree he had two rules. First, she needed to record their lovemaking so he could watch it later, and to always spend the night at home. She could fuck her lesbian girlfriend all day long, but he wanted to wake up with her in bed with him.
by Varian Milagro
Epilogue
Six months later
Cassidy awoke in a panic. It was nearly six in the morning and she was going to be in so much trouble. She slid out of the covers and then struggled to stand. Desiree still slept on a mattress that lay directly on the floor. It was comfortable to sleep on, but a pain in the ass when it came to getting up when you were six months pregnant.
“Where are you going, Kitty?” Desiree reached out for her. “Come back to bed. I’m lonely already.”
“I wish I could, baby, but I have to get home before Ben wakes up.” Cassidy sat down on the chair in front of Desiree’s drafting table and then pulled her dress over her head.
“Say hello for me.”
Cassidy snorted. While her husband was fully aware of her relationship with Desiree, it wasn’t like he totally approved. It was a bit of assault on his machismo that she regularly sought the arms of not only another lover, but a woman’s. In exchange for allowing her to keep up her affair with Desiree he had two rules. First, she needed to record their lovemaking so he could watch it later, and to always spend the night at home. She could fuck her lesbian girlfriend all day long, but he wanted to wake up with her in bed with him.
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 8
A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 8
As Cassidy slipped on her dress she looked over at Quinn, sleeping soundly, and knew that she should crawl back in bed with him and go to sleep too. He was the one she’d been matched with, not his sister. Yet, the promise that had come with the kiss in the van drew her away from the comforting arms of her new lover and out of his room.
She found Desiree in the living room, curled up on the couch, drawing in a large sketchbook, listening to Halestorm’s “Mz. Hyde” play over a portable bluetooth speaker sitting on the windowsill.
Desiree sat up and smiled when she saw Cassidy enter the room. “I was hoping that I’d see you tonight.”
“Do you have a charger?” Cassidy held up her dead phone.
Desiree popped to her feet, walked over to Cassidy and took her by the hand. “It’s in my bedroom.”
“You sure move fast.” Cassidy had just lost her cherry to Quinn and now she was hoping into his sister’s bed. What kind of slut was she becoming?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Desiree trailed her fingers over the tattoo forming on Cassidy’s arm. “I just want to finish up Alice.”
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 8
As Cassidy slipped on her dress she looked over at Quinn, sleeping soundly, and knew that she should crawl back in bed with him and go to sleep too. He was the one she’d been matched with, not his sister. Yet, the promise that had come with the kiss in the van drew her away from the comforting arms of her new lover and out of his room.
She found Desiree in the living room, curled up on the couch, drawing in a large sketchbook, listening to Halestorm’s “Mz. Hyde” play over a portable bluetooth speaker sitting on the windowsill.
Desiree sat up and smiled when she saw Cassidy enter the room. “I was hoping that I’d see you tonight.”
“Do you have a charger?” Cassidy held up her dead phone.
Desiree popped to her feet, walked over to Cassidy and took her by the hand. “It’s in my bedroom.”
“You sure move fast.” Cassidy had just lost her cherry to Quinn and now she was hoping into his sister’s bed. What kind of slut was she becoming?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Desiree trailed her fingers over the tattoo forming on Cassidy’s arm. “I just want to finish up Alice.”
Friday, September 15, 2017
Story: The Hellions
I'm happy to announce that I've completed a story that has nothing to do with Heather or Bethany. It is based in the same universe as Welcome to the Club and was inspired by Tamara Vincent's new story, Meet the Reapers. Both my story and Tamara's take place the day after the events in Welcome to the Club and Welcome to the Club Again,
You probably don't need to read Welcome to the Club, Welcome to the Club again, The Eleventh Commandment, or Meet the Reapers to enjoy the following story, but if you like stories of women turning into bad ass biker chicks than they're your cup of tea.
A big thank you to Steve Wells for editing the story for me.
The Hellions
By Varian Milagro
Helen Crayman sensed something off about her daughter the moment she entered the kitchen. When you’ve known someone all their life you get to know many little things about them, the way they shut a door, the way they eat their food, the way they pronounce their words. More than that you learn their moods and idiosyncrasies and how they mingle with their everyday tasks. Between the way the window had shook when the front door closed and the purposeful strides down the hall she’d thought that it was her six four, 280 pound husband entering the house, not shy little Shelby. Something significant had changed about her daughter. Since she was in her second year at a liberal leaning community college, Helen naturally suspected drugs.
“Hey, Mom,” Shelby said from the kitchen entryway. “Whatever you're cooking smells amazing. Is Noah here yet?”
“You didn’t come together?” Helen said as she rinsed her hands in the sink.
“No, I had to help one of my instructors with a special project, so we drove separate.” Shelby sent a quick text to her boyfriend.
You probably don't need to read Welcome to the Club, Welcome to the Club again, The Eleventh Commandment, or Meet the Reapers to enjoy the following story, but if you like stories of women turning into bad ass biker chicks than they're your cup of tea.
A big thank you to Steve Wells for editing the story for me.
The Hellions
By Varian Milagro
Helen Crayman sensed something off about her daughter the moment she entered the kitchen. When you’ve known someone all their life you get to know many little things about them, the way they shut a door, the way they eat their food, the way they pronounce their words. More than that you learn their moods and idiosyncrasies and how they mingle with their everyday tasks. Between the way the window had shook when the front door closed and the purposeful strides down the hall she’d thought that it was her six four, 280 pound husband entering the house, not shy little Shelby. Something significant had changed about her daughter. Since she was in her second year at a liberal leaning community college, Helen naturally suspected drugs.
“Hey, Mom,” Shelby said from the kitchen entryway. “Whatever you're cooking smells amazing. Is Noah here yet?”
“You didn’t come together?” Helen said as she rinsed her hands in the sink.
“No, I had to help one of my instructors with a special project, so we drove separate.” Shelby sent a quick text to her boyfriend.
Thursday, August 31, 2017
New story by Tamara Vincent and you have to read it!
Hello,
I have a story to recommend for anyone who likes my stories: wholesome girls becoming slutty bad girls through fantastical means. It's Tamara Vincent's new story, Bodies. It's short, to the point and cheap (only $.99). Most importantly it is an amazingly hot read. I'm hoping that it is the start of a series. Fingers crossed.
Bodies by Tamara Vincent
Have a great Labor Day weekend!
Varian
I have a story to recommend for anyone who likes my stories: wholesome girls becoming slutty bad girls through fantastical means. It's Tamara Vincent's new story, Bodies. It's short, to the point and cheap (only $.99). Most importantly it is an amazingly hot read. I'm hoping that it is the start of a series. Fingers crossed.
Bodies by Tamara Vincent
Have a great Labor Day weekend!
Varian
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Heather's story part 14
Heather's Story
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 14
Heather felt a sense of déjà vu when she and Abigail pulled into the Newground’s parking lot. It had been one week, almost to the hour since she’d first visited the strip club with her sister, Bethany. So much had changed since then. She was now, by any reasonable measure, a witch and she’d used her powers to make tremendous changes to a lot of different people. Some of the changes she’d done out of ignorance, a few at the request of her best friend, and many for purely selfish reasons, transforming not only their physical forms, but their minds as well.
The magic had been transforming her as well, changing her body, her fashion sense, her sexual preference, her morals. Gone was the pious girl who hid her entirely average body away beneath layers of clothes and in her place was a buxom Goth. It was fitting, really. The dark makeup and black clothing represented the growing darkness within. The plunging neckline that showed off her tits let the world know of her wickedness.
Heather had reservations about returning to the strip club, the primary being Rebecca. The ceremony that had given her magical powers had also made her lust over the stripper. Bethany had fucked with her memory, so she wasn’t totally sure, but she had a feeling that she’d had oral sex with Rebecca last Sunday. She had no willpower around the woman; it was all primal, lust filled thinking. She’d probably strip naked and go down on her in the middle of the street if it was what Rebecca desired.
by Varian Milagro
Chapter 14
Heather felt a sense of déjà vu when she and Abigail pulled into the Newground’s parking lot. It had been one week, almost to the hour since she’d first visited the strip club with her sister, Bethany. So much had changed since then. She was now, by any reasonable measure, a witch and she’d used her powers to make tremendous changes to a lot of different people. Some of the changes she’d done out of ignorance, a few at the request of her best friend, and many for purely selfish reasons, transforming not only their physical forms, but their minds as well.
The magic had been transforming her as well, changing her body, her fashion sense, her sexual preference, her morals. Gone was the pious girl who hid her entirely average body away beneath layers of clothes and in her place was a buxom Goth. It was fitting, really. The dark makeup and black clothing represented the growing darkness within. The plunging neckline that showed off her tits let the world know of her wickedness.
Heather had reservations about returning to the strip club, the primary being Rebecca. The ceremony that had given her magical powers had also made her lust over the stripper. Bethany had fucked with her memory, so she wasn’t totally sure, but she had a feeling that she’d had oral sex with Rebecca last Sunday. She had no willpower around the woman; it was all primal, lust filled thinking. She’d probably strip naked and go down on her in the middle of the street if it was what Rebecca desired.
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Heather's story part 9
Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 9
Heather awoke Friday morning with Abigail draped over her body and cupping her boob. It was her new favorite way of waking up. She knew that the magic was changing her relationship with Abigail from strictly platonic to something more sexual, but it felt so wonderful that it was getting hard to care.
She’d never really been romantically involved with anyone before, but had always assumed that it would be with a guy. Like a lot of her friends, she’d dreamed about a large church wedding, walking down the aisle in a white gown, being given away by her father to a man that was just as handsome and godly. Like her mom, she’d cook for her husband, be dutiful, and raise his children with love and a healthy fear of God.
That was looking less and less likely with each passing day. Would it be that big of a deal if she shared her life with a woman instead of a man? More and more people thought that the church was wrong for condemning homosexuality. Were they right? How could something that felt so amazing and natural be wrong?
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 9
Heather awoke Friday morning with Abigail draped over her body and cupping her boob. It was her new favorite way of waking up. She knew that the magic was changing her relationship with Abigail from strictly platonic to something more sexual, but it felt so wonderful that it was getting hard to care.
She’d never really been romantically involved with anyone before, but had always assumed that it would be with a guy. Like a lot of her friends, she’d dreamed about a large church wedding, walking down the aisle in a white gown, being given away by her father to a man that was just as handsome and godly. Like her mom, she’d cook for her husband, be dutiful, and raise his children with love and a healthy fear of God.
That was looking less and less likely with each passing day. Would it be that big of a deal if she shared her life with a woman instead of a man? More and more people thought that the church was wrong for condemning homosexuality. Were they right? How could something that felt so amazing and natural be wrong?
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