Michael Slime Novels & Stories

I pushed him but he didn't even care to let out a single word and kept sleeping like a sloth. Some people are granted with great skills. Just like that some people are granted with lathergic skills. Michael was in the latter group. "Michael!" I said while pulling the blanket from him. "Oh! Baby slow down. Not that horny. Pls. Have mercy on me darling." I laughed as he said that. He's got a problem of speaking while sleeping. Nice rhyme! "Come on! Micki. Wake up!" I shouted. But he kept moaning and screaming 'Baby!'.

Emma‘s POV After Michael stops speaking, I stand still, my gaze fixed on the wall, wrestling with a storm of despair and revulsion. His touch, his words—they sear through me, reviving every bitter memory, every moment of degradation he’s inflicted upon me. Yet, I understand the game now more clearly than ever. Michael’s behavior is the epitome of sadistic pleasure. The more I resist, the more he thrives, fueling his twisted desires. Understanding this, I resolve to adopt a new strategy: I will become the submissive prisoner, the one with Stockholm syndrome. This isn’t about genuine submission but survival, a play to keep Lily safe by any means necessary.

He cried in the shower that night so his parents wouldn’t know. Michael wanted what the other guys had—sculptured bodies. For the longest time, he mistook attraction for admiration. Eventually, he realized he liked looking at the bodies because he liked the bodies. I guess I’m gay. The last thing I fucking need. So Michael started to walk. Walks turned into jogs. Pounds fell away with surprising speed, and people noticed. He liked that they looked, especially guys, even though he felt dirty for enjoying the attention. Halved meals. Occasional purging. Instant lightness was heaven. He broke himself of that addiction when he read that continuous self-induced vomiting increased the chance of th

I knew, without a doubt, I could have found my climax easily if he had just touched me once in my aching core. It was an eye-opening realization. I didn't have to deal with being this pain slut so that I could reach my orgasm? Oh. What a revelation! I had a contract with Michael though. I couldn't just leave. He wouldn't let me. I know this because he's told me many times. I agreed to be his slave for a time and there was no getting out of it. For now at least.

The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens. "Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.

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“Eat before it gets cold. Believe me, the alpha cooking, it’s a big deal.” She chopped up some of the mushrooms, glided it through the pool of tomatoes, and popped it into her mouth. Her eyes closed as the flavor seemed even more intense than she remembered. “A good English breaky. I knew there was a reason I loved you,” Liam said, tearing into a sausage and groaning as he did. “Good nosh.” They all burst out laughing. “You’re English?” Ava asked. She hadn’t detected an accent when he’d been telling her his name.

Ever since we came back from Sweeden, I've been having these weird cravings, my moods been all over the place, my body aches, and I swear I've turned into a sex addict," he explained as Nico grew pale causing Micheal to furrow his eyebrows. "A-Are you okay, Nico?" He asked as Nico stood up, "Um, did Autumn pack you lunch?" Nico asked as Micheal's furrow deepened, "What that's supp- "Just answer the question, Mike?" Nico demanded as Micheal sighed, "Yes, but what's the poi- "Take it out right now and smell it," he said as Micheal licked his lips, "Nico, you're being rid- "Just do it, Micheal!" Nico exclaimed as Micheal sighed before pulling out his lunch bag with all the stuff that Autumn had