Glassmummy on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Widows Surprise

Mon, 05 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Her name was Donnella Payton-Stiers. She was just twenty-seven years old when she married Jonathan Stiers, the oil tycoon. He was sixty-eight at the time, but madly in love with her, and even his closest friends couldn’t convince him that she was simply interested in him for his money. Now, five years later, Donnella has been a widow for just over a year. Jonathan left her everything in his will, and she would never have to worry about money again.

Finally Mummified

Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

This is a work of fiction, and also my first attempt at a mummification story. I hope you enjoy.

I’m a little hesitant about telling this story to the public, but my friend who found me in a most embarrassing situation says that I will be more comfortable with myself if I write down my experience, so here it is.

I’m a straight male in my late twenties, and have been interested in mummification for as long as I can remember. I guess it’s just the thought of being wrapped up tightly from head to toe with only my nose to breath through. A feeling of euphoria and release that comes from letting someone else control your life. I also never thought that there were others out there who shared my fantasies, so I felt that they could never be fulfilled. That is until I got a computer, and everything changed.

It was her idea... sort of

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Entry from the S(A)X Leather Bondage Story competition 2005

“I think we need to try something different Scott.” Exclaimed Samantha as we sat eating dinner in the dining room.

“What do you mean Sam? Don’t you like your steak?” I replied.

“Not a different food, goofy. I’m talking about our sex life.”

Now I was concerned. Sam and I had dated for two years before I finally asked her to marry me six months ago. She had said ‘yes’ and not a week later moved in with me. I always thought our sex life had been pretty damn great! Granted, not extremely inventive or unusual, but great none the less. Now I wasgetting concernedthat perhaps she didn’t feel the sameand was already getting bored with me.