This was originally the epilogue from Witching Day, but since I loved how succinctly that story ended, I decided to cut it out, but by the time I had done that, I had already written a fair amount of content so I reworked it for its own submission. This very short story requires no prior knowledge of any other stories in this universe. * Ingrid clutched he...
I am nearly pinned upon my back beneath the Demon Bitch. I claw and scrape and kick, seeking desperately to scurry back, to avoid and to escape the sinuous tail that darts and plunges against my robes, between my legs. It snakes and thrashes, guided by the wicked intent of its owner, seeking to pierce the core of me. She seeks to defile me, to make me what s...
Jack finished his hash brown and scooped up the last of his beans. Sitting back in his seat, he stretched causing his jumper to ride up slightly giving Cindy a brief glimpse of the run of downy dark hairs on his stomach that would lead down to his cock. She knew that hangovers always made her horny and today was no exception. The earlier orgasms had now been...
Chapter 7 Ted and Ginny Reynolds appeared at our door. She was carrying a pan of brownies, and he had a half-gallon of vanilla ice cream in his hands with a scoop. I welcomed them, and escorted them into our living room after shaking Ted's hand (recalling how I'd seen him sticking those fingers into Amber), and giving Ginny a polite hug. I made some intro...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
I like being in charge. Control is important. I like being able to keep up with the guys when we're drinking and I like being strong. I'm a lesbian but lately that girl thing hasn't been going very well for me and I've taken to just hanging out with the guys, drinking and bitching about girls. I have one friend named Jack that I never get to see. He always h...
A great banner fluttered in the smoky battlefield, a black crescent moon with a rich violet backdrop marking its heraldry. Accompanying the sound of billowing cloth, was also the crackle of fire and the cries of the dying. War had come to Camelot. Morgana strut among the dead, back to her command tent as her warriors went about burning the dead and dying. T...
Note: This is the eighth chapter in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-7, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader for helping me clean it up....
Darkness gathers and innocence withers. Braya, brave barbarian of the Eastern Mountain clans, at once the destroyer of the vile Morgana and yet her savior, is possessed by the sorceress's spirit, enslaved to her designs as much as her lusts. At her side rides Morgana's sole surviving son, Melehan, lover of malice and murder, together they quest to claim Came...
Author's Note - Please read from Chapter 1 to make sense of this. This is not a quick stroke story. There will be sexy-times, but they will only happen as the story's pace dictates, and that won't start quick. All characters participating in sexual activities are 18 or older. Chapter 47 A small mob of people -- Ray, Tauriz, Ousha, Annya, Amber, Monica, T...