Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Down memory lane there was a sweet princess called Tristy and today was her 18th birthday. The kingdom was joyous and a feast was in place to celebrate the princess's entrance into adulthood. Such as tradition, the entire kingdom was invited to give a gift to the princess i...
"Hey, Tally, you want anything from the cafe?" Claire asked. "No thanks, I'm full." As I said it, I could hear Rei snickering beside me. Panic swept over me, and I shot her a look that was intended to silence. Instead, incredulity was all she offered in return. True, it was a quiet, stifled laugh, and, true, it's not like anyone there had the slightest ide...
Chapter One Kayla Redmond gazed out the window of her red Honda Civic and noticed with appreciation the leaves on the trees which had seemingly turned to amber, scarlet, and mahogany overnight. Of course, it had probably not happened overnight, it was just that Kayla was completely immersed in her new love affair and while all her senses seemed heightened,...
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...
Hi! I'm Shannon. Shannon Conroy. A very Irish name. Wouldn't ya say? Me name comes from ta river whose circuitous course flows north to south pretty much down ta middle of Ireland, but in truth me name in ta Irish lies deeply imbedded in Celtic mythology in ta Goddess Sinend. In ta "Irish" it's "Sionnain." I'm now eighteen an' in me first year at an all-gir...
(Written by a young lesbian, for lesbians). * Ms Scarlet glanced up from her papers, surveying the room of students over her reading glasses. It was Friday afternoon and the class of girls had started to buzz with restlessness. The teacher was in her 40's and stood 5"7 tall. She had worn her long hair out, shiny and carefully straightened; its dark tone be...
Chapter 7: Absence... ***** Absence, in Annika's opinion, did not make the heart grow fonder. It simply made a woman hornier. Itchy. Two nights of phone sex with no release -- she sincerely hoped Grady's balls were as blue as hers -- was driving her insane. She pondered his motivation for this erotic torture as she drove the dark, empty pre-dawn street...
It was well known in Hidden Valley, California, that the owner of a certain New-Age bookstore was also a witch. There were witches in Hidden Valley, of course. Everyone knew about the annual Halloween rites up at Lake Daniels, but Madama Shelikova seemed to be something else. The Wicca Coven did not like her, although they liked her store. Her magic was old...
PS: My thanks to the lovely lady who gave me the inspiration for this story, you know who you are. * I was just finishing up brushing my hair before bed, and decide to log onto the internet before I went to bed. I was so thrilled when my parents bought me a computer for my birthday the month before. Right after my friends found out that I had the internet...
Note 1: This goes out as a quick thank you to Literotica and its wonderful readers. I've been visiting this site for years and I just assumed that you had to be an established writer to get works published on here. When I made my first submission a little over a month ago (That's Kelly!), I was sure it would be rejected, but at least I finally got to write s...