Third person until Emma/you arrive at Sarah's house. The photo was of Emma, but it came from Elena's number. That wasn't the only weird thing to come from the same number 'Emma has a crush on you' the message said, that had followed the photo. Sarah was confused, but calmed quickly, thinking over the times Emma acted off. She did have a crush, but why did E...
Millicent was not her original name, but she had heard it in a movie and had adopted it for now. Over the thousands of years that she had lived, figuratively speaking, she had had many names. Not so figuratively speaking, she was a vampire, a succubus to be exact, but unlike most of her kind, she no longer killed her food, but kept it around for a few years...
Master was not happy with David. All fresh pussy and ass were by right Master's and David had greedily sampled Millicent's tasty pussies without his permission. This was unforgivable, and David had to be punished. But of course Master did not mean to damage David or his greedy sister too much. Why they might even enjoy it. Instead he had his lovely male pet...
The sun was beginning to set as Arial stirred, and awakened. Her thirst nagging at her insides. A vampire her age did not have to drink as much blood to sustain their self as a young one does. She omly needs at least one small feeding a night. Arial is 655 years old, though to human eyes she looks only about a very alluring 38. She has long very dark brown...
Why did life have to be so hard? That question kept running through Rhiannon's head as she walked by the McClintock Cemetery. She kept asking herself this as her witch senses went into overdrive. "Did you just realize I was standing here? I thought you were the best vampire hunter around. People need to get their stories in order," she heard behind her. Na...
Dirt, clay, and mud drenched the tires and painted the white pickup brown. The edges of the outer patch that held the tear in the metal on the driver's side of the bed together could barely be seen and the grill needed to be washed. But there was a slight smile on the goddess' face as she pulled into the driveway of her private residence and pulled around ba...
Sophie was distraught at the thought of losing Emmaline to the women Christine said would be their lifelong enemies. To think that only days before they had shared their first kiss, and now it was likely she may never see her again, or even worse that an encounter would result in having to actually fight her former best friend. Despite all those misgivings...
The house was a narrow townhouse on a shadowed street. It looked oddly pinched and out of place, though the address, 232 Cathedral Street, was precisely correct. Betty knocked on the door. The wind whipped her blonde ponytail in a sudden gust that caught the hem of her knee-length blue sundress as well. "Enter," a woman's voice called, and the door was clo...
Prologue Winter. That's what she reminded me of. Not just the refreshing cold, but the raging blizzards and still, white days. She reminded me of the short days and long nights, and the beauty so easily disregarded as safe. Most of all, she reminded me of the animalistic - the primal - hunger that drove wolves to travel thousands of miles for a single car...
A couple notes from the author: Category choice was/is debatable. There are strong supernatural and horror elements and it skews plot and exposition vice sex, but it's erotica about lesbian desire at its core. None of the literary references or historical factoids that litter this story are necessary to the plot, like who Ayn Rand and Edmund Dantes are. If...