S.M. Vargas
Bio
Melissa has been writing for as long as she could pick up a pencil. She has a way of creating fantastical fiction and bringing up questions to the minds of her readers. Melissa currently resides in Tennessee, but is native to Illinois.
Stories (6/0)
The Coffer
The alarm is obnoxious. The flashing red lights of the room, along with the high pitched wail, makes me want to hide under the pillows and try to drown out everything. I don’t even remember falling asleep. I wanted to pretend this place was a dream. The whole of yesterday just some giant nightmare of kidnapping, drugging and odd companions. I am, of course, wrong. The tattoo on my wrist is itching, the redness not as bad as yesterday but still obvious on my dark skin. Something is thrown on me, and I let out a groan in response.
By S.M. Vargas2 years ago in Fiction
The Coffer
The First Day Something bright flashes against my closed lids, turning my sleeping world bright red for a moment. I'm not quite ready to wake up, so I toss my blanket over my face and groan from a sharp pain in my wrist. The hell did I do in my sleep this time? Slowly I open an eye and see two things that catch my attention very quickly: this is not my blanket, and when did I get a tattoo? The black ink looks fresh, almost like a pool of liquid on my skin, with my skin around it showing an angry and burning red-black. Curiosity and fear starts to eat at me, making my stomach churn, so I slowly bring the blanket down so I can see where I am.
By S.M. Vargas2 years ago in Fiction
The Cult of Gor
How it Started I have acknowledged the fact that I am a 24/7 submissive when I was 21, that currently gives me 10 years of experience in the lifestyle as a whole. Let me tell you the story of how my previous Master and I got roped into Gor and Goreans, and how it’s a dangerous and, frankly, screwed up cult.
By S.M. Vargas3 years ago in Filthy
Surprise Money
My name is Monica Ashburn. Until about two months ago, I was just like every other thirty-something. I had student loans, medical bills and was juggling working full time while finishing a degree in graphic design. All that, and I was working freelance on the side. I was just barely scraping by, just like so many people from my generation. Now...now I wish I could have that struggle back.
By S.M. Vargas3 years ago in Humans
“The Nature of the Photos”
"We can't do anything based on the nature of the photos taken," the woman said on the phone, her voice strained. Almost like she didn't want to say it. "I'm sorry."My insides fell to the floor. I had stepped out of a managerial meeting to take this call, this call that would let me know if my rapist would get what he deserved. Instead of reassurance, instead of knowing things were going to be okay, I find out what happened wasn't credible. I had left work shortly after getting that call.
By S.M. Vargas6 years ago in Viva
