Selling Your Soul
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The Soul Catcher by Maggie O'Malley Three young women stood in front of the rundown house. It was just one of the slums that lined the street. Evening had come, and the streetlamp glared across broken children's toys and overflowing trashcans that littered the sidewalk. The street was empty of traffic, but the sounds of nightlife filled the air, and the girls knew they were not alone. They could hear dogs barking out a warning from a nearby house. Rats squealed and squirmed...
4 July, 2011 - It started with my advertisement online. My previous Master is a member of a few sites and even has his own sites that he uses to display his property. The following was the first and only advertisement ever allowed on his site because it was to his personal benefit. This is the advertisement. For Sale: One owner, unique high end toy for the person who has almost everything. Hi, my name is four. My street name is Bella, but that’s just a name that works well when I’m out in town...
The clashing of swords could be heard all throughout the citadel. The grinding of metal on metal ran through Siegfried's body, making him shudder, but he refused to lower his zweihander or to break eye contact with the... thing he was facing. He had spent months hunting down Soul Edge. He had witnessed first hand its ability to twist a person's mind and body to suit its own ends; his years as the Azure Knight still haunted him to this day. He glared at his mirror image, clad in the...
When I turned sixteen, my mom cut my allowance back. She gave me a lecture about how when she was my age she got a job and I should do the same to learn the value of money. I wasn't opposed to working, but it would've meant giving up some of my after school activities like volleyball and theater. Right around that time, my mom was addicted to Orange is the New Black. I couldn't really get into it, but I would do my homework on the living room floor while she watched and an episode came on...
TeenIn the little village in which I grew up, the whole idea of making soul cakes to give out to the poor on All Saints Eve was a bit … well … strange. Apart from the Mays (who owned both Manor Farm and the stone quarry) we residents of Lower Steadlea were all as poor as each other. Nevertheless, sometime during the last few days of each October our cottage was always filled with the heady aroma of allspice, nutmeg, cinnamon, and ginger as my mother demonstrated her skill as the village’s...
Roger awoke cuddled up to Julie with his head on her bosom, as he opened his eyes he saw Miranda in the exact same position on the other side of Julie. Miranda and Julie still had their eyes closed and were breathing evenly so Roger assumed they were still asleep. His head was pounding and he figured he had a mild hangover from the beer he drank the night before. As his thoughts became more clear the full ramifications of what occurred the previous night hit him. He didn't regret what...
Chen awoke first – the tent was just beginning to admit some very dim light – he listened – good, no sounds from the others yet. He then noted why he’d awakened – his bladder was insisting on some attention. Mike was curled up tight to him, with his arm across Chen’s chest. Chen whispered softly into Mike’s ear ‘lover – hate to disturb you – gotta pee, love’ – Mike mumbled something unintelligible, pulled his arm back, and Chen deftly slipped out of the sleeping bag. Chen unzipped the tent...
BRRING BRRING BRRING!! The telephone jarred Mike awake. He reached for the receiver, and answered with a half awake ‘hullo?’ ‘Hey man – did you forget? You were going to give me a call after 6, remember? It’s almost 8 – I was worried about you!’ It was Chen, sounding genuinely concerned. ‘Hey – I’m - well I – well, I got home and was really tired – crashed to bed, and guess I’ve been here ever since – sorry’ Mike sleepily responded. ‘Well – are you awake enough to talk, or do you want...
As always I love to hear what you think of my stories. This story has an adult content and must not be viewed if under 18. Body and Soul by Stephanie CHAPTER 1 The figure waited nervously on top of the building opposite the bar. He was still berating himself for messing up his first job. He had left the girl in agony for too long before ending her life and he was determined not to let it happen again. This time he'd get it right. Right on schedule, the door of the bar opened...
Introduction Major Characters Chrono 'Hei' Yaiba: Age 18, average build. Half grim reaper, half incubus, he is the hero of our story. He has 'soul lust', a symptom like that of blood lust, except that it is sexual in nature. Activates when he succumbs to anything. In soul lust mode, he is known as 'Hei', and is nearly invincible, and is able to 'soul steal' anyone, which is the submitting of the creature completely to Chrono's will mostly through sexual means. However, 'Hei' turns back to...
FantasyHe awoke covered in sweat, knowing what he had to do. He got out of bed and began to dress. His heart beating hard and fast, his palms sweaty, his legs feeling unsteady. The cool crispness of the night air felt good against his skin, the trees almost barren, the ground wet from the fall dew. The moon covered by drifting clouds made the shadows of the night dance as the music lead him towards his destiny. His fear mixed with anticipation, what was his soul leading him to? Would she be waiting,...
SupernaturalIt was the summer between high school and college. I had been with only one girl one time-guess I was not a Don Juan during high school. I had taken a job selling magazines. They would put us in a van and drive us out to some other town and drop us off for the day and we would go door to door selling magazines subscriptions. End of the day they would pick us up, sometimes we would go home and sometimes we stayed in motels. I was hoping to get lucky with one of the girls on our team. It was...
I was just puttering around the house on my day off when there was a knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone so I slipped a shirt on and went to see who was disturbing my peace. A little about myself – I'm a 32 year old widower, no k**s. My wife died in an accident almost a year ago and I really hadn't been up to putting myself “back on the market,” so to speak. I stand 6-foot-5 and tip the scales at just more than 230. I'm in pretty good shape, not muscle-bound, but toned.I opened the...
She quietly sobbed “I will do anything for you”. “So will any girl I buy,” I correctly answered, and she sobbed harder, knowing it was true. A girl in this world could only be as valuable as the body she was born with, no matter how hard she worked to be appealing. Ruby was a medium-height girl with curly frizzy dark brown hair and a high-cheekboned but slightly pointed ostrich-like face that I found cute and girlish but not exactly pretty or beautiful. She was cute to play with, control...
After a whole morning from going door to door selling underwear, Jamie had finally reached the last door on his route. He knocked on the door and waited patiently for an answer. The street was newly built, all of the houses red brick. This was the first time that Jamie had been in the street since it had been built as his route was different than normal. As Jamie began to scratch his head, the door opened. Jamie was greeted warmly by a very attractive, blonde haired woman who looked in her...
Selling Brielle, Part 1 Story by All These Roadworks (2022). Author's Note: Writing pays my bills and keeps the lights on - so if you enjoy this story, please consider supporting its creation with the purchase of an e-book or membership from AllTheseRoadworks.com. (Click here to view the store.) Also - my kinks aren't my politics! I support respect, equity and positive, enthusiastic consent. (Click here to read more on my content policy.) === Jillian had never doubted she was a lesbian, until...
Lily sipped at her cocktail, smiling at the ocean waves that crashed into the shore, scattering sand along its edges. Technicolor crabs that looked like they had been drawn by a toddler scurried in every direction, a remnant of a childhood memory seeking shelter from the crushing surf. While the drink was good, Lily was a little sad that it had no bite to it — it was impossible to get truly drunk from a dream. “Hey!” Lily held up her drink. One of her beach minions ran forward to refill it....
A Gentle Soul "Jeremiah! Have you finished practicing your archery?" "Yes father," a thin voice replied from inside the house. "Sword practice? Spear work?" "Yes, sir." "How long did you practice?" "Ummm, urr. None?" The voice almost dropped to a whisper as the big man strode into the hut. "WHAT? Why did you say you are finished then?" "Because I wasn't planning to do any practice today. So technically I am finished." "Don't you play your little word games with me,...
Mike pulled into the driveway, and was surprised to notice the house was still dark. Chen worked so close to home, and rarely had to stay over – and Mike was late leaving his office. Maybe he had to run an errand, Mike thought – he unlocked the house, and went inside. No – no mail on the table – Chen always got the mail and set it on the table – no sign he’d been home. Mike shrugged his shoulders, and went to the mailbox – bills, circulars, nothing out of the ordinary – he put it on the...
Say what you like about Hell, the place is certainly toasty. Sure, it gets lonely with just Mum, Dad and me rattling around the caves, but it beats the surface. I find the world so cold. Bitter. Hateful. Guess Dad would be pretty crap at his job if it was anything else, but right now, stuck on the living room sofa amid one of our father-son 'chats', even the surface seems appealing.Dad has the remote in his hand, eagerly flicking through the channels. "This one?"I roll my eyes to the screen...
SupernaturalShe moved through the woods silently. The scent of a single human filled her nostrils, her blood lust building within her. Easy prey, she thought to herself. She lamented the fact that despite having two species to pick from, no one male or female was worthy of her.She was an immortal creature, a union of Wolf and Human. She wasn’t pure by any means; there had been plenty that had provided distraction and pleasure. But that’s all they were, distractions. None could ever be lasting. She craved...
SupernaturalBeautiful soul Drabbles,Poetry - Sentimental - Autobiographical - In Hiding - Rating G - Complete yes - Age N/A Not quite poetry but cryptic prose describing self discovery. A bit morbid at first but is quite a nice read with a good message. Waiting... What am I waiting for? My whole life I've been waiting. I just want to sleep I'm so tired I can't sleep, I lay in bed, my mind writhing over everything, and yet nothing. I hug my panda teddy tighter and try to ignore the...
=== The Other Half of My Soul === by Trismegistus Shandy This story is set, with Morpheus's permission, in his Travel Agency universe. It is a sequel to my earlier Travel Agency story "The Family that Plays Together". Thanks to Morpheus for his feedback on the rough draft. This story is released under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License. You may repost it on other sites, for instance, or write new stories based on it, as long as...
Lying next to the fire I am enraptured by the flames. The way they dance against the green marble, reminding me of lovers embracing as they waltz. My mind wanders, thinking back to such embraces, and longing for them once again. Letting my eyes flutter closed, I rest my head against my arm, my body curled slightly on the white fur rug beneath me. As the soft white satin of my gown caresses my skin, the warmth of the fire in front of me soaks through, warming my soul. My ears tuned only to the...
Soul Mates -------------- (c) Darkside Oct 2000 WARNING: This story contains acts of graphic violence and acts of a sexual nature. Do not read if you are at all offended by such material, delete it from your disk now and read no further. This story should not be read by anyone under the age of eighteen so if this is you please do not proceed. After six years of planning and writing, the Fury saga is now complete. If you wondered why there's been no new Darkside stories for 16...
Incubus: Soul Drain By Bud Warning: There are depictions of bloody and painful yet sexual acts in this. As well as snuff. (Technically not, idk. That's a spoiler. Fuck off. That's what you're here for anyways.) -***- "You're going to sit there and watch. Even though you want to get off I won't let you. The pain of not being able to cum will be the worst punishment I could think of." Gomorrah snapped his fingers and the cock ring around Cum Slut's penis tightened. He chuckled as...
He awoke to rays of sunlight splashing a golden cast on the smooth white ceiling above. As his eyes slowly focused on the scene in front of him, he could not help but feel that something was off, although he was unable quite put his finger on what that was exactly. As he slowly emerged from his nap, it gradually dawned on him. ~My ceiling is painted gray...not white.~ This splash of revelation jolted him from his slumber. As the shock washed through him, he realized that the sun...
?Kelly, are you sure you want to do this?? Sarah asked me for the fourth time.?Yes,? I replied for the fourth time.?OK. Take your clothes off and stand in the circle.?I stripped off my clothes and kicked them into a corner. I stood in the center of the pentagram on the floor and gazed into the full-length mirror hung on the wall. I had short red hair, C-cup breasts, very pale skin, and a thin frame. I tried to capture the image of my naked body in my mind.After all, I wasn’t going to see it...
THE SOUL EXCHANGE By Raven. Not so long ago the archangel Peter decided to take the celestial equivalent of a coffee break. After all he had been working for all of eternity as the one who chronicals the path of souls without a break. The chronicaller of souls is an important job up in heaven. Not only do you have to stand at the gates of heaven with the Book of Souls and detemine who is to be allowed passage, and who is to go to Hell, but you have to make sure that all of...
CHAPTER 1 The sun reflected off the balding head of widower Buddy Dunlop as he arrived from poolside to see who was knocking at the backdoor. ‘Whatdoyerwant?’ he said to the guy dressed in a khaki shirt and shorts and wearing boots, long black socks and a black Stetson and supported a big pack on his back. ‘Hi Uncle Buddy.’ Huh? ‘Is that you Dino?’ ‘Sure is,’ Dino Dunlop said, eying at the lean bronzed nude body of the 55-year old and then focusing on the luxuriant sun-bleached moustache....
It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...
Tom and Betty were a fun couple in their thirties. They’d been together since high school and, despite a few bumps in the road, had been happily married for twelve years.When Tom lost his job, things began to look pretty grim for them financially. While they didn’t have a ton of debt, they also had very little tucked away for a rainy day.Betty worked as a waitress at a local diner near the Interstate. One evening, after a long day of job hunting, he stopped in the diner to have a meal with...
ReluctanceHello friends. What’s the craic? This is a continuation of my story. Please read the previous parts to enjoy this story, where we become two bodies one soul. Thank you to everyone for giving so much love and affection to the previous parts. I am highly obliged to all of my readers. Your love made my heart filled with pride. In this part also I too provided you all the details. I hope you will give loads of love and feedbacks by your email and comments. Here I continue. Occasionally in life,...
"Hold the door!" He panted as he rushed towards the elevator, his skirt parting inches above his knees and trailing dramatically behind him. Luckily, a hand shot out from the lift, halting the closing doors. "Thanks!" His leather flip-flops slapped hastily as he skipped across the tiled elevator lobby and slipped into the elevator. Without a second thought, he gathered his fluttering skirt back around his hips, narrowing missing the shutting doors. The past few days of enforced...
Again the dream, sweat rolling down his face, the drugged feeling. The scent still lingering in his memory, the music floating away as the fog lifted from him. His body ached as he pulled himself from the sweat soaked sheets. He flipped the bathroom light switch, light always seemed to ease the feeling slowly away. The ice cold water that he splashed on his face brought clarity to his mind. The dreams were coming more frequent more vivid. After so many years instead of fading, her image became...
SupernaturalA Date To My Soul One of the younger girls at my date?s place of employment informed my date of the rave seen and some of the interesting activities that may occur at a rave.? When my date explained to me that attending a rave meant she could be felt up by a lot of different men and women and that I could watch over her to ensure things did not get too far out of hand, I told her I would look into it. Our torture dates had been occurring further and further apart because it took...
Craig Miller could smell her as she walked down the aisle of books; could envision her before she passed where he stood, leaning against the bookshelf. So he imagined her. From the gait in her walk, the smooth way her arms past her body, and natural deductive reasoning, he envisioned honey-blond hair, creamy tawny skin, and legs. The lovely vision coming his way did not pass, but turned down the same aisle, confirming his profile of her. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him standing...
Tuesday morning I wake up at three in the morning. Another nightmare. I was being chased by someone. He had an eerie familiar voice as he told me that I will lead my church. Before he could tackle me, I woke up in a cold sweat. I stop thinking about the nightmare and think about my identical twin sister. I miss her so much. We went through so much, and now we are separated by reasons unknown. I am thankful for mom getting us back together. I am still wondering about where my sister and I...
Six years ago... Eve and I wake up to another Saturday night party. We are in another foster home. The Carters are an older couple with two teenage daughters. Carissa is 19 and attends the local college and Jenny is 17 and a senior in high school. The Carters work the night shift on the weekends, which leaves the girls home to throw parties. The music is loud, which makes it hard to sleep. The door slams open as Eve and I see a guy and girl standing in the doorway and turn on the...
I was in a marriage that had been going downhill for years. We tried everything possible to get it back on track, but ever since I had been diagnosed a couple of years earlier with a rare disease, deep inside I knew it was over. It’s amazing how the human mind can isolate the truth, and how a traumatic experience can all of a sudden begin to make you see the truth behind everything, even if it’s over a period of time. I had forgiven my wife many times for breaking the trust I had for her. Most...
Love Stories312 Selling Jean (3) Time was running out, she was very aware of that there were days not weeks on the ticking bomb of the sharks threats. They were still just under $8000 dollars short, having pawned the last of Robs grandmothers legacy of jewellery. She talked it over with Janice and Rob and very rapidly came to the conclusion that she had to be auctioned, and in this week`s auction too! Janice saying it was a weekly affair, and on Jean`s request making a call to someone she called “tits!”...
Hi part 2 begins in the flat i am renting so i can sell my mums pussy mum had just serviced a cock and was waiting for the next guy to turn up to fuck her .You may think it weird im selling my mums pussy for money but it goes back a long way mum never baught me up it was left to a nanny to look after me i hardly ever saw mum when i was young so did not realy now her .Dad was at work all the time so it was my nanny who looked after me .She was a 45 year old she gave me hand job when i was about...
...And Fifty Cents For Your Soul 'Mad Dog' Jansen stomped down the polluted beach, kicking driftwood and whatever else got in his way with his size 14 combat boots. He smiled for a moment at the memory of how that pansy quarterback for the Saints had looked after he'd 'accidentally' snapped his throwing arm, the pain in his eyes before he'd passed out. It had been a clean hit but Jansen knew he'd angled himself to inflict the maximum amount of damage. The ref couldn't say anything...
Switching Souls By: pboy Introduction: A being of light rose from the infernal depths, its colors leprous and foul. It was a thing unclean, tainted by its disobedience and its pride. Entering the mortal world, it concentrated. Dust whipped around it, swirling faster and faster as its particles fused with the form imposed by the demon's will. Bael looked in the mirror and gazed at its new face. Yes: charismatic, but not too exotic. A nice face. Mortals would trust...
All day, Mike and Chen had been making trips between Mike’s apartment and Chen’s house – moving Mike’s clothing, office things, personal items, things that weren’t rented or belonged to the apartment – as they walked out of the apartment with the last of the boxes, Mike closed the door, locked it, and thought – closing the door – this time a good closing – because where I’m going is better – much, much better – it’s going to who I really am. He locked the door, and headed out toward Chen’s...
This story is of my creation, and the only other copy of it that exists is in there somewhere in my imagination. The song however, belongs to a great group, and well, you should listen to the song, its lovely! And yeah, like most of my other stories, not much of erotica, so if you’re looking for steamy sex then well, I suggest you click on the Back button of your browser and read another story ^_^ *********** ‘He who loves the more is the inferior and must suffer.’ (Thomas Mann) Rylie...
Friday MorningThe heat was almost unbearable but that’s why I had come to Ibiza. I had left rainy London behind and with nothing more than my three piece suit I had taken a taxi to the airport and bought a last minute ticket to the island. While waiting for my flight to board I went online and booked a hotel room, I am a kind of last minute guy, I suppose.The flight was uneventful and I had arrived the previous night around midnight. The airport was humming with people and after a short wait I...
SupernaturalThis is my 2nd write-up. Any feedback, appreciation, criticism can be sent to Enjoy the story now :) We had been chatting on Hike for last 3 to 4 months. It had started with friendship and I didn’t think that it was going to become something more intimate that that. We use to talk mostly about her family and our day-today routine life at work and home. She was a little unhappy with in-laws and hubby. So our chit-chat was going on about these domestic issues and mundane things mostly at late...
Several years ago I wrote the story HEELS which told the tale of a man and a magical pair of stiletto heel pumps which allowed the gentleman the ability to change into a fully functional female on a purely elective, part-time bases. Well, as fate would have it, another pair of those rather unique high heels has come into the possession of yet another young man. In a serialized, five part Tales of an Amateur Gynecologist (TAG), I have tried to explore how an avowed heterosexual...
*Letters * mean they're stressed. LetTers mean their tone of voice is raised. _Letters _ mean they're accented but not stressed. Members.home.net/dow75stories Soul Mated 01) A Life for a Life --But This Isn't the Kind of Life I Want!! By Ron Dow75 dow75stories@home.com . The bathroom was hazy from the steam from the Jacuzzi and the aromatherapy candles. . A longhaired brunet has her head resting back, letting the jets and the bubble bath ease her...
Soul Mates 5: Wearing a T-Shirt, Then a Push-up Bra By Ron Dow75 Taylor Estes was being swept down the river by the flood current! It was all he could do to keep his head above the surge. He lost the fight. He felt the warmth of hypothermia overtaking him. He found his way to the surface. The worst of the storm was over; instead of the wave, there were now swells. They were all about him; two rose and slowly fell by his ears; two were over his chest. A small one was over his......
HumorSelling My Girlfriend: My Roommate’s Family Sarah and I trudged up the apartment stairs to my apartment. Both of us were tired from a long day in classes and work. My plan was to make diner, fuck Sarah, study...maybe, then sleep. Repeat the next day. That was also about as complex as our relationship got due to our busy workloads. I opened the door and we entered. It was a two person apartment and my roommate was sitting in a chair in the living room. Jason was majoring in something...
My business had taken off in the last few years, and her prospects had gotten worse. Living as an artist was hard enough when the economy wasn't a wreck, and when she told me that she might have to give up her dreams and start working a 9 to 5 job I gave her another alternative. I said, 'You always told me you were willing to make any sacrifice in order to be a real artist. What I want from you will leave you a lot more time, and a lot more money, to pursue that dream. Hell, it may even...
311 selling Jean 2 The ate together, Rob though tired had had a traumatic night worrying about his wife, they sat at the now empty table, Rob pestering for details, to which Janice explained what a brave wife he had, it was she who described the whole scenario, Jean breaking in at various points to explain how she had felt, or add the odd detail, always referring to the little tormenter as “The little shit”Saying that Janice had warned her that he was a one hit wonder, and that it had proved to...
The Mirror of Souls: I used to think I was sure of my sexuality. I was a heterosexual man. I had three brothers. We went to an all boys public school and like my brothers I played rugby. What's a public school? Well in England where I grew up this meant a very exclusive and expensive fee paying school. Yes, I know in some cultures a "public school" meant what we call a "state school" but not in England. So as it was very exclusive we were encouraged to look down upon those...
Beware the lady with the cheshire cat grin because something's going to disappear! "Hurry up before all the good ones are gone!" Kassandra gave a final tug on the black dress she had just placed on her mannequin and stood back to admire her work. "Kassie, enough already, she looks like she's going to a funeral," Persephone giggled. "You spend waaaay too much time on your mannequin." "Yeah Kass, you'll just be changing it again tomorrow," exclaimed Appollonia. "We really need to...
I was in a marriage that had been going downhill for years. We tried everything possible to get it back on track, but ever since I had been diagnosed a couple of years earlier with a rare disease, deep inside I knew it was over. It’s amazing how the human mind can isolate the truth, and how a traumatic experience can all of a sudden begin to make you see the truth behind everything, even if it’s over a period of time. I had forgiven my wife many times for breaking the trust I had for her. Most...
Prologue To Hell Time is a linear sort of thing, but it’s not smooth or level. Like a meandering river it has peaks and valleys. If one looks close enough it has something else that makes it amazing. It has bubbles, or rather it seems to be made up of bubbles. Large, small, nestled against and within one another, they cluster together like so many random thoughts to form a path. Bubbles have membranes and membranes allow for the passage of things, ideas, beliefs or events. Back up a bit and...