MY FATHER'S WARD
By Tcheser
Emily was one of the loveliest women I had ever met. She was poised, intelligent, I and stunningly beautiful. She had long, curly, chestnut hair, and a lovely face with elegant bone structure and full red lips. Her long, slender body was perfection from her silky smooth legs to her supple perky breasts to the long red nails she had professionally manicured.
All of this made her absolutely unbearable though. She was my late father’s ward and practically my sister. I could never have her the way I wanted her. It hurt me deeply. My passion for her grew first into despair and then eventually into full blown hatred. Finally I could take it no more.
I cornered her one morning in the hallway. She was wearing an expensive designer dress that was somewhat low cut and sleeveless with a short matching jacket, sexily patterned stockings and open toed sling backs. Her earrings, necklace, tennis bracelet and matching anklet all sparkled with diamonds.
I told her I was in love with her and that she was the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Before she could respond I continued and told her how I was in no position to court her and furthermore under these circumstances I could no longer behold her beauty. Wipe off your makeup I demanded and let me see the real you. She used my handkerchief and wiped off her lipstick and rouge. I can’t remove it properly she protested as the makeup smeared across her face.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
Story: The New Sofia
THE NEW SOFIA
By Tcheser
Sofia couldn’t believe she was moving back home at the age of 26, but she was. It was absolutely necessary and she wouldn’t be doing it if she wasn’t desperate. After she broke up with her boyfriend of 6 years a few months back she also quit her job. The two had worked together. She wouldn’t admit it, but she worked for him and it had only really been because of her generosity that she had risen as fast as she had in the corporation. It was no surprise that she couldn’t find a similar position anywhere else.
Depressed she didn’t work for several months and ran through her savings rapidly. She had never been much of a saver and lived well beyond her means. After three months she was totally broke and her credit cards were maxed out. She had no choice but to reach out to her grandmother for help. She asked for a loan, but her old grandmother didn’t think that was wise. If she were to help out Sofia it would be on her terms. Shamed but without any other options Sofia agreed.
The first stipulation her grandmother had was that she move in with her to cut expenses. Sofia had to give up her luxury apartment and she did it but not without a few tears. Next to go was her leased Jaguar. It was too expensive and required too much upkeep. If she needed to go somewhere her grandmother would arrange something or she could take the bus. This hurt Sofia a lot but she did it. Then without much more then her toiletries and her clothes she moved into her grandmother’s old stately home. She didn’t know how things could get any worse. Soon she found out though.
By Tcheser
Sofia couldn’t believe she was moving back home at the age of 26, but she was. It was absolutely necessary and she wouldn’t be doing it if she wasn’t desperate. After she broke up with her boyfriend of 6 years a few months back she also quit her job. The two had worked together. She wouldn’t admit it, but she worked for him and it had only really been because of her generosity that she had risen as fast as she had in the corporation. It was no surprise that she couldn’t find a similar position anywhere else.
Depressed she didn’t work for several months and ran through her savings rapidly. She had never been much of a saver and lived well beyond her means. After three months she was totally broke and her credit cards were maxed out. She had no choice but to reach out to her grandmother for help. She asked for a loan, but her old grandmother didn’t think that was wise. If she were to help out Sofia it would be on her terms. Shamed but without any other options Sofia agreed.
The first stipulation her grandmother had was that she move in with her to cut expenses. Sofia had to give up her luxury apartment and she did it but not without a few tears. Next to go was her leased Jaguar. It was too expensive and required too much upkeep. If she needed to go somewhere her grandmother would arrange something or she could take the bus. This hurt Sofia a lot but she did it. Then without much more then her toiletries and her clothes she moved into her grandmother’s old stately home. She didn’t know how things could get any worse. Soon she found out though.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Story: Perfection
PERFECTION
By Tcheser
Marcy was beautiful. Everyone always told her so. A beautiful face, gorgeous shimmering blonde hair she wore long and loose, a perfect figure with gravity defying breasts and long sexy legs. She felt she wasn’t however… perfect. Ever since she reached puberty she had been cursed with troublesome skin. Not acne really, but she had more than her fair share of breakouts she thought. She had tried all the over the counter creams and ointments, seen a dermatologists and even tried a number of special skin care products out of magazines and off Television. None had worked to her satisfaction though and this annoyed her to no end.
Having tried everything else only one possible solution remained. There was a special clinic near Marcy that was doing testing on a new drug that was supposed to clear up problematic skin like her own. This would be a rather drastic move, but her senior year of high school was approaching and she wanted it to be perfect. So she decided to go for it. Daddy would pay whatever they wanted after all and nothing she thought could be any worse than another year with a less than flawless complexion
When she arrived at the clinic she was quickly seen by one of the scientists there. His name was Dr. Hyde, which Marcy thought was too funny. He instantly recognized her skin problems and sympathized. He however told her she had a rather mild case and perhaps the treatments they offered at the clinic weren’t for her. There could be side effects after all and when one had such a mild condition, such as Marcy had, it was sometimes best to just leave it alone.
By Tcheser
Marcy was beautiful. Everyone always told her so. A beautiful face, gorgeous shimmering blonde hair she wore long and loose, a perfect figure with gravity defying breasts and long sexy legs. She felt she wasn’t however… perfect. Ever since she reached puberty she had been cursed with troublesome skin. Not acne really, but she had more than her fair share of breakouts she thought. She had tried all the over the counter creams and ointments, seen a dermatologists and even tried a number of special skin care products out of magazines and off Television. None had worked to her satisfaction though and this annoyed her to no end.
Having tried everything else only one possible solution remained. There was a special clinic near Marcy that was doing testing on a new drug that was supposed to clear up problematic skin like her own. This would be a rather drastic move, but her senior year of high school was approaching and she wanted it to be perfect. So she decided to go for it. Daddy would pay whatever they wanted after all and nothing she thought could be any worse than another year with a less than flawless complexion
When she arrived at the clinic she was quickly seen by one of the scientists there. His name was Dr. Hyde, which Marcy thought was too funny. He instantly recognized her skin problems and sympathized. He however told her she had a rather mild case and perhaps the treatments they offered at the clinic weren’t for her. There could be side effects after all and when one had such a mild condition, such as Marcy had, it was sometimes best to just leave it alone.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Story: Circe's Mistake
Circe’s Mistake
By Tcheser
Circe couldn't believe she had been so foolish. How could she, an ancient and powerful witch, have been so stupid? Starring into the mirror she saw almost no sign of the powerful and sexy witch she had been prior to the ingestion of a mystical potion she had created. Trapped in the body of a nearly prepubescent girl, Circe was completely out of her element. She now stood barely five feet tall and had the physique and shape of a thirteen year old. She felt so vulnerable without her luscious womanly breasts and flowing black hair. Not for the first time she wished she had taken the potion she had more carefully considered the ramifications of becoming thirteen again. She hadn’t thought it would be so bad. She thought she would be able to escape her enemies and would have the energy and exuberance of youth. Seeing the results she found she could not have been more wrong.
Cursed with an unshapely prepubescent body and thin brown hair styled in an unflattering pageboy flip for no telling how long, Her face sparkled with youthful innocence. She had pale blue eyes, thin lips and freckles to either side of her button nose. Thin lanky legs led to a rather unspectacular pair of hips and waist. She almost completely lacked definition. She was on the verge of blossoming but had yet to become a real woman. Worse she was trapped like this for only god knows how long and she couldn’t believe she had willingly done this to herself. Worse she feared she was losing her own identity. It was ever so hard to reconcile her currently juvenile appearance with that of her formerly beautiful self. Her real self seemed so far away.
By Tcheser
Circe couldn't believe she had been so foolish. How could she, an ancient and powerful witch, have been so stupid? Starring into the mirror she saw almost no sign of the powerful and sexy witch she had been prior to the ingestion of a mystical potion she had created. Trapped in the body of a nearly prepubescent girl, Circe was completely out of her element. She now stood barely five feet tall and had the physique and shape of a thirteen year old. She felt so vulnerable without her luscious womanly breasts and flowing black hair. Not for the first time she wished she had taken the potion she had more carefully considered the ramifications of becoming thirteen again. She hadn’t thought it would be so bad. She thought she would be able to escape her enemies and would have the energy and exuberance of youth. Seeing the results she found she could not have been more wrong.
Cursed with an unshapely prepubescent body and thin brown hair styled in an unflattering pageboy flip for no telling how long, Her face sparkled with youthful innocence. She had pale blue eyes, thin lips and freckles to either side of her button nose. Thin lanky legs led to a rather unspectacular pair of hips and waist. She almost completely lacked definition. She was on the verge of blossoming but had yet to become a real woman. Worse she was trapped like this for only god knows how long and she couldn’t believe she had willingly done this to herself. Worse she feared she was losing her own identity. It was ever so hard to reconcile her currently juvenile appearance with that of her formerly beautiful self. Her real self seemed so far away.
Monday, October 7, 2013
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