-Salem, Massachusetts, autumn 1691- --Author's note: this story was inspired by my recent research into the Salem witch trials of 1692, and one author's observation of the sexual undertones in the accounts of witchcraft: "pricking", arched backs, moaning, etc. So I decided to spin this concept into an erotic story of women-loving-women. I plan to write seve...
Just as I was allowing myself to be carried away by my passion for Princess Damila, the distraction in the corner of the room brought me back to the real world. Oblivious to it, the Princess was sucking on my stiff, aching nipple, and she was easing me out of my harem pants, a process I was happily aiding. The feel of her fingers as they slid between my swol...
I saw her one Halloween night. She was looking amazing, even with a horn sticking out of her forehead. Her body fascinated me as it went from one side of the room to another. She was wearing a white iridescent suit that showed all her curves, but was innocent enough a nun would approve. The hooves only made her feet look smaller. She was the prettiest unicor...
When the Devil Dykes rolled into town, folks scooted out of the way. The people of this tiny one-blink town gave up tables and booths at the local diner and bars. They hoped, and some prayed, they had little or no contact with the biker gang. More than often, their hopes and prayers were all in vane. The motorcycles roared into Fountain Springs every summe...
It was probably about 10 am, I wasn't sure. I had been wandering around since day break, not knowing where I was heading. I had no idea of the approximate size of the forest I found myself trapped in; I had no map. All I had was a bottle of water but I finished it a couple of hours before. I had stopped a few times to rest my legs. On the fifth stop I was...
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...
With months of watching and days of riding through the Great Plains, through the seasons and Christmas time, when snow was falling. It was now May 18th, just a couple of days before bank holiday Monday; even before then did Cindy Silver Buckle choose to run away. Once upon a time in the Wild West, there lived a young woman named Cindy Silver Buckle. This on...
I, Portia Diamond, am a redhead with tanned skin. I have an average body with below average B-cup breasts. I was the valedictorian at my high school and softball was my sport. I was shy in high school and didn't date much. I attend Hartfeld University now and I know that I would not have gotten through the challenges in my college life without my friends. Le...
My name is Christine Brown. I'm a tall, curvy and big-bottomed young black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a lawyer in the city, representing mostly people accused of violent crimes. Fighting for the clearly guilty when they can afford my fee. It's this lawyer's life. That's why I went to Suffolk University Law School after all. It's my li...
(Ff, humil, etc.) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** Harriet felt something touching her sex, while she slept. She opened her eyes to see a familiar looking tuft of blond hair and a very aroused cunt. She could recognize that body anywhere. It was Chloe's. "...