Author: Lightning454572

My Life As A Host To A Slime Monster 12 – Healing (fiction, F19, supernatural, monster)

I heard a familiar voice whisper, “*Host*.”

I groaned as I tossed on the bed.

*Host*.

I waved my hand at the voice and groaned, “Five more minute’s mommy.”

***HOST!!!***

My eyes shot open as I quickly sat up wildly looking around, “Huh? What?”

I blinked my eyes in the twilight where the light lightly shown throughout the room faintly confused as to how I wasn’t in my bedroom until my eyes found a nude male laying to me his Johnson laying across his lap half asleep half awake.

As soon as I saw the body I immediately thought *Oh yeah!*

I heard a light chuckle in my head, “Finally you’re awake my *host*.”

*And there’s Prime in my head.*

I groaned and spoke out loud no longer caring, “What is it Prime?”

Prime spoke in my head, “It’s time to get up my *host*.”

I groaned as I flopped back down on the bed, “Why?”

Prime chuckled, “You asked *why* we made you rub the Incubus’s seed into your face like a mask. Now it’s time to see the result’s.” Read more »

My Life As A Host To A Slime Monster 11 – Cigarette (fiction, F19, supernatural, monster)

I laid panting gasping for air. My heart racing that I can’t get under control. My body was completely boneless from all the orgasms that hit it and was currently covered in a mixture of sweat and surprisingly a copious amount of semen.

I couldn’t feel much as my brain had long ago melted from the multitude of orgasms that slammed against it as all I got was essentially tingling all over my body is all I felt.

I definitely couldn’t hear shit as the ringing started somewhere during the event and hadn’t stopped.

I smelt a multitude of fragrances but there was so much I didn’t know which fragrance to focus on.

My sight was completely unfocused.

My pussy which took the blunt of everything felt like it had died as it stopped reporting what was going on after Brandon was laying next to me panting himself as HE did all the work.

And though I don’t smoke I wish I did because I felt like ‘THIS’ experience warranted a motherfucking cigarette. Read more »

Old Flames 10 Relationship Talk (fiction, M29/F28, con, friends, exs, rekindle)

I sat at a table lightly drinking my ONE beer as I watched a feminine form stomp into the brewery look around looking ***extremely*** irritated before settling her fiery eyes on me and stomping her way up to me.

When she was about five feet from me she spoke clearly not screaming but a fair amount of **heat** in her voice, “YOU’RE AN ASS!!!”

I rose my eyebrow but still spoke without any malice in my voice, “Well hello to you too.”

She walked up to the table as eyes were now watching us with her little outburst as she continued, “You could have told me WHICH ‘*brewery*’ you were going to be at!”

I shrugged as I spoke, “I figured you would *know* which brewery I meant.”

Sam leaned forward, “And HOW in the FUCK would I know that when there’s eight of the fuckers!”

I blinked at the realization of exactly how many ‘*breweries*’ were in our fair city before shrugging, “Well *if* you were around you would have **known** which brewery I meant.”

I could see Sam was ready to reach over the table and strangle me. Read more »

How I became a sex slave 06 (fiction, 29M/23F, gender change, XChange, forget, couple)

I awoke finding that I was laying on the floor confused on how I got there barely remembering that I had been recently fucked with a fresh load of semen in my new womb feeling weird.

I blinked awake still confused until I heard a male voice speak humorously, “Ah she **finally** wakes.”

I propped myself and turned to look, finding a naked male with the biggest erection I had ever seen standing in his lap as he sat on the sofa smiling at me with an equally smiling girl next to him.

*Oh Yeah!* as I remembered.

My name is Raelyn and the male sitting on the sofa was a transformed Blair….my……owner?

If that was really Blair, I think, then **why** did HE look so familiar to me? Something about the man looked like I **should** know him but for the life of me I had no idea **why** he looked familiar.

Was he the image of my dad? Is that WHY he looks familiar to me?

I quickly gave up my line of questioning because all I had were questions with no answers made me feel I was spiraling down a rabbit hole with an endless series of questions that led me nowhere if I didn’t have an answer. Read more »

My Life As A Host To A Slime Monster 10 – Mask (fiction, F19, supernatural, monster)

My heart was pounding so hard that was all I could hear.

I’m sure the circulation slime was having a field day and fed heavily as my blood flowed at a rate that would make a race car seem slow as my heart beated at a rate that should leave me concerned that I might have a heart attack.

I faintly heard Brandon speak and that still took a couple repetitions in my head to actually understand him….I think.

But Prime confirmed it for me, ‘*Relax my host.  Just breathe in and out.*’

I thought ‘*How am **I** supposed to relax when a monster is about to eat my pussy!*’

Prime lightly chuckled for a moment before she whispered, ‘*Relax my host.  Just enjoy the moment there’s nothing to be worried about.*’

I thought *easier said than done* as I suddenly became **very** concerned if I would taste good or not.

WAIT! What if I *taste* TOO good and this **MONSTER** ‘actually’ **eats** me?

**WHAT???**

Excuse me, but it sounds like an actual concern.  The moment I thought that I heard Prime actually laugh in my head before whispering, ‘*Just relax my host!*’ Read more »

My Life As A Host To A Slime Monster 09 – Who’s Nicer? (fiction, F19, supernatural, monster)

Is it weird that I’m beginning to think *monsters* were nicer than men?

Why was I thinking that?

Easy….this *monster*…..this Incubus going by the name of Brandon was being nicer to me during sexual exploration than **any** boy I had **ever** been with.

Granted I hadn’t been with many human men but the couple I had been with were more focused on themselves and their gratification than mine.

Yet this *monster* was being gentle and patient with my little knowledge of any fornication.

And by being gentle I mean he was being patient and actually telling me HOW to do each aspect.

Like he was being a teacher to a student in the art of sex. And I was wearing a ‘Dunce’ Cap in desperate need of tutelage.

I had sat down on the bed again after my FIRST try of giving Brandon a blowjob and nearly suffocating on his rather large penis.

What was weird of my first time with Brandon was that I wasn’t thinking HIS taste was disgusting and nasty as expected but sweet and fruity….which is STILL weird to me.

Like HOW does a cock taste sweet? And fruity? Read more »

My Life As A Host To A Slime Monster 08 – Fruit? (fiction, F19, supernatural, monster)

I can’t believe I’m about to do this….. again.

I was about to have sex with a monster…. Again.

I just hope THIS time THIS monster doesn’t try to integrate with me like the last one did.

The monster THIS time was a creature called an Incubus.

Really wish I remembered all the lore my grandmother used to tell me….though most of her ‘lore’ was religion based and not monster based. So she always told me about Angels and demons.

And whatever ‘lore’ **I** knew of was pure science fiction though it wasn’t much as I preferred sappy love stories.

Ok those ‘sappy love’ stories *may* have had vampires…..and werewolves…..and maybe some wizards.

I stood in my mind scape looking at Prime after I had just admitted my choice who stood smirking at me smugly.

I looked at Prime and spoke, “So now what?”

Prime smiled, “I let you take control and **you** tell them your choice my *host*.”

I blinked as I spoke, “I’m sorry, what?”

She smiled and simply snapped her fingers and just like that I was no longer in my mind scape as I was suddenly back to how I normally was. Read more »

How I became a sex slave 05 (fiction, 29M/23F, gender change, XChange, forget, couple)

I dreamt a dream that made no sense as my body slept **hard**.

In the dream it **seemed** that I was a man about to take *something* as I looked at girl that closely resembled Blair as I felt emotions of love and happiness for some odd reason.

While the dream moved in slow motion is if it were an image that hardly moved I heard a commanding voice ‘**GET UP RAELYN**’.

I felt my body stir as I, almost painfully, opened my eyes to the light to see the offender that dared wake me almost ready to bite the offender’s head off but the person spoke again, “**I SAID GET UP!!!**”

I groaned feeling the urge to follow the instruction but my body wasn’t ready to accept that it needed to be awake as I hoarsely spoke, “Five more minutes.”

The person spoke, “**NOW!!!**”

This time the command entered my brain as I woke and sat up almost ready to argue but instead spoke, “Ok! I’m up!”

I looked to see it was the other girl….Ashley…..Blair’s maid standing at my bedside looking down at me as I could feel different emotions from the woman in question but which I was entirely unsure of. Read more »

My Life As A Host To A Slime Monster 07 – Suitor (fiction, F19, supernatural, monster)

I had just admitted to my growing *need* as I felt like I was foaming at the mouth as I watched in my view of the outside world while I was stuck in my mind scape Prime had a smug smile on her face as she cooed, “That’s good.”

I folded my arms and thought *Haughty Bitch!* but didn’t saying anything for a moment before I finally spoke, “So what do **WE** do about my *frustration* that **YOU** and **YOUR SISTERS** created?”

I watched as Prime shrugged in the mirror, “That is up to **you** my *host*.”

I squinted as I spoke, “What do you *mean* that is up to **me** when this is **your** fault?”

I watched as Prime chuckled for a moment before speaking, “Well if you *want* my *host* **we** can go to the back room and let you take control so you can take care of what **my sisters and I** did to you.”

I watched as she smiled wildly, “Or…..”

I sucked in a deep breath of air as I exhaled slowly as I spoke, “Or….what?”

She smirked almost evilly as she shrugged, “Or **WE** can call on a suitor of **your** choosing.” Read more »

Platonic Friends 17 – Plans (fiction, 23M/23F/23F, Con, Friends, Roommates, Open Relation)

I sat at the table eating Felicity’s a plate of shrimp pasta that she had cooked while the two ‘talked’ about our arrangements while I silently listened and ate.

They had used my idea of ‘us’ helping one another out and literally ran with that idea.

At first they kind of bickered on ‘how’ they were going to help each other be blunt and bold while the other was to be reserved until I grunted an idea….write down ideas on how they each could accomplish that.

And that’s what they were doing now as they wrote on little slivers of paper ‘ideas’ on how each would accomplish the task and separating the ‘idea’s into different bowls.

If it were me I would have wrote the ideas on different shades of paper like red for ‘ideas’ for Felicity to accomplish and maybe blue or purple for ‘ideas’ for Emma. Red for embarrassment because Felicity needed to be more blunt and bold. And blue or purple for reserved.

But that was what I would do. Might re-do the ‘ideas’ later but for now the girls were furiously writing ideas before putting the papers into different bowls. Read more »