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...
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...
The First Taste is Free The Pixie Chix - Tales of a Lesbian Vampire Episode 1 Snow A TWIG SNAPPED. Felicia stopped, waiting for the sound to repeat. Nothing. She scanned the forest in front of her, trees standing spindly and lifeless in the cold, winter air. It was a dark night, with the only light coming from the stars, but Felicia could still see we...
Note: This chapter features consensual group sex between humans, one futa and two mythical beings. *** After everything happened with Ashley, I was in a state of mental blankness. I had no idea what to do. On one hand, I was crushing pretty hard on Ashley now but on the other, it would be impossible to lock myself down for her. That was for a few reason...
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...
Author's Note: This took longer than I thought it would, but I've been terribly busy, so my apologies on that. That said, this is it y'all! The finale. I hope that you're all pleased with it. This is the first time I'm actually finishing a story I've started, so that is another reason it took me longer. Endings aren't really my forte, but I'll keep trying an...
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...
Knocking on my door woke me to bright sunlight. Groaning, I slowly sat up and somehow made it to the door. I almost fainted to see the men in clergy robes. Why couldn't they have waited until Sabril was gone? "Greetings, Indigo. You look a little ill." "Yes, I've been under the weather. Thankfully nobody's asked for refuge since I fell ill." I replied as...