They say that gold is power, but "they" are mostly male, and thus idiots. On the day she decided to stop living on goodwill and bland virtue, instead using her power for its hell-intended purpose, the witch did not begin dabbling in alchemy. After all, what do men pay gold for? Surely that's more powerful. So, she planted a garden. An innocent, beautiful g...
I stare at her, shocked. "What ... what nude of me?" Her grin widens into a full-fledged smile. "Well, I guess you'll have to model for me so I can draw one." She reaches over to stroke my neck again. My nipples are tingling, my skin is all gooseflesh. She leans in for another soft, soft kiss, gently tugging at my nipple through the silk. Her eyes are ful...
Around two weeks had passed since the breakup. Sydney had been pulled out of bed by Amanda, who'd decided to treat her to a relaxing day out on the water, followed by a night of Fourth of July fireworks. The two women laid out on deck chairs, sunbathing on the deck of Amanda's yacht. Sydney was wearing a skimpy yellow two-piece, matching her blonde hair. Ama...
"So it seems like you've been a busy little girl of late," Natalya strummed her latex-clad fingers along her pet's stomach, slowly walking them up the gentle rise of their mons. "Isn't that right Amber?" Demon Lord Natalya-Gremory, Lady of the 12th Pit of Screaming Perversion, Succubus Queen of the Realm of Sapphic Agony, and She Crowned with Brimstone and...
Note to readers. This is a revised version of an earlier piece with the same name. I've incorporated some very helpful suggestions from two anonymous sources and excellent editing suggestions from Estragon. * There is a name for heaven on earth. Tribbing. It's also called scissoring, grinding, and pussy pounding. When you do it with the woman you love, it...
Ch. 02: An Interlude We all piled off the bus into the cold night air, stumbling wearily down the steps into a crowd of waiting parents. A cloud of mist from our steamy breath formed over us as we all gathered at the side of the bus waiting for the driver to unload our bags and all the kit from the luggage compartment. We were quiet now, and sleepy after th...
Ah Sunday. The day of football and beer and shouting men who fill my living room all day long. Sound exciting? Well maybe for some it would but for me, this meant another day of keeping myself occupied. You see I'm what is called a "football widow". My husband is a football fan and we made an agreement a long time ago that Sundays would be his day with his b...
Evening, passion, hunger. Night, silence, warmth, stillness, love. Morning and day, love and time, pleasure and memory. We go to our jobs having shared evening and night and croissants, alternated in the bathroom and fretted over our watches, sworn at public transport, remembered each other's eyes and breath, day-dreamed of the night. Evening, light, hung...
"So, your name is Fartuun Asif and you've got a habit of farting at the worst possible times, man, that's absolutely frigging priceless," says my roommate/girlfriend Catherine Malemba, laughing merrily. We were sitting in the living room of our shared apartment in the Glebe area of downtown Ottawa, Ontario. Just two young women smoking shisha, relaxing in fr...
Grace and I worked for hours together unpacking boxes and putting things in the perfect places. All during this time, we got to know a lot about each other. I learned that Grace was quite the artist as we hung many of her own works around the house. One painting in particular was of a former lover of hers, Bethany. She was lying on a day bed, which now occu...