It was All Hallow's Eve and Hunter's Full Moon that night. A very powerful Lunar energy was coursing around us in the abandoned stone temple that I and my Wicca students had chosen for Esbat. These were 13 young women, ages 21-30 that I had chosen from my Flock to become Witches. All had been studying for months. The ways of Magick, the Old Religion, The Cha...
CHAPTER ONE A well-known man in the Nelspruit community, John Carpenter, took his wife and two sons out camping for a weekend in a woodland reserve. His daughter, Jane, could not go with them, as she was in Pretoria University righting her final exams majoring in archaeology and doing her final level in martial arts as a sport. The older son, Graeme, had en...
The cloaked shape skirted across the square between St. Giles and the dark Parliament House before crossing the cobblestones of the Royal Mile. The Castle towered at the top of the hill, guarding the Firth of Forth. Far below, the windows of Holyrood Palace, barely visible at the foot of the steep slope, flickered with candlelight. The shadow stepped into th...
It's raining in paradise, so I'm in the bar pouring out words rather than soaking up sunshine. There is something sensual about holiday heat just the two of you together. Or is it helping each other with the sun oil? I do find something very sensual about slick hands on my body. The early afternoon heat was now getting too much despite the sea breeze, an...
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...
-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...
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...
Sarah leaned back against her small desk chair, stretching out her slender legs until they hit the wall beneath the desk, her hands stretching out behind her as her fingers intertwined, a small tired moan erupting from her. She readjusted her position before assuming her work, her gaze constantly shifting the time at the bottom of the screen. Sarah was an a...
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...
Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but prima...