Michael Slime Novels & Stories

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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Different patterns and sculpture were designed upon the balconies beautifully. "Enough drooling for now. We should get in, shouldn't we?" Irun mocked me and I rolled my eyes at her. The whole walk here she annoyed me with her stupid questions and accusations of me trying to invade their Kingdom despite Roe reminding her what Mydia had said, repeatedly. Apparently, Mydia was an Elf female who could see future sometimes, in glimpses, like the high priest.

“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.