*Note* Originally posted on Archive of our Own under the account Supermassiveburrito. Was intended to serve as a first step into a collaborative effort with artist skcatzy.boi/Layne Clarke from Instagram with the oc design and name belonging to him but everything else done by myself, though he has since failed to add anything to the collab and has rescinded...
Eralin, borne aloft before them by the erotic wind, was seized by an apparent orgasm before she could continue. The wind pumped her pussy vigorously and tendrils of it slithered up the underside of her robes, so that it appeared as though the wind were claiming her as its own. The witch bucked and writhed and her moans were gargled and distorted by the wind...
Carly nearly sobbed in frustration. She'd been so stupid and now she was going to have to face the music. She was dressed in only her underwear, one hand handcuffed to the iron rungs of her headboard...and the key on the floor under the bed, out of reach. She'd just meant to give it a try, but the phone rang and she'd jumped and dropped the key...and now she...
It was a beautiful day, at the height of summer, and Jessica enjoyed the feel of the balmy breeze coming in through the French windows, which was caressing her naked body. Alone in her morning drowsiness she pulled aside the silken sheets, crumpled and bearing the signs of the night's passion, and allowed the fresh air to brush gently over her soft velvet fl...
The car shuddered, picking up a rock on the gravel road and tossing it into a heavily wooded forest that bordered closely on both sides. Starlight filtered through treetops, painting stippled shadows through crystal cold air. Theresa tapped her fingers against the aged leather of the steering wheel, mouthing words to the rhythm of an old love song blaring...
We sat for some time in complete silence while I considered and digested what Henry had just said. I now realized that I had always harbored a secret thought that –someday – I might decide to leave Leverton. Now I knew that this was all but impossible! Henry broke our silence by asking me to tell him all that had happened this morning. I hesitated for I was...
"Edgar Allan Poe was a writer in the 19th century who exemplified the American..." The opening sentence of what seemed like the millionth essay on Poe droned through my head as I tried to convince myself that it was actually worth it to pay attention to the remainder of the essay. "Next time, kill me if I use Poe as an example for anything ever again," I mut...
Sometimes compliments arrive in the strangest of ways. This short story came about from a specific request by a researcher at a large Mid-western University. In this day and age of "Me Too", with so many allegations of rape by people in power from people who need the help of those who are in power, the researcher was looking into the dynamic between strange...
"Oh. My. God, this is the girl I saw here last week," - said Mike quietly, pointing discreetly at a girl who just walked into the restaurant. I followed his gesture and saw her as well. My mouth went dry instantly, rivaled only by the instant stirring in my pants. You see, me and Mike are long-time friends and roommates. When we were teenagers together, we...
*Author's Note: Thanks for all the positive feedback on the latest installment. For those of you just joining the Botany series, try reading For the Love of Botany, and For the Love of Botany: Revolutions prior to Futures. They are essentially the prequels and may help fill in some of the stranger details existing in this fantastic world. * The next mornin...