I need to write. No wants or desires in it. For me, it's truly a need. There's no particular rhythm to my musings, except for the natural rhythm of life events that spark my creativity. Over the last year, my life, perspectives, limits, and understanding has twisted, warped, and evolved to the point that some days I hardly recognize myself. This has drawn me...
Summary: In this continuation of my sexual parody of Buffy the Vampire, Faith can't get enough of Willow fucking her ass. Note: This is dedicated to MLT17 for requesting this series. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this series. In Chapter 1, Faith tries to seduce and ass fuck Willow, who surprises the aggressive slayer by turning th...
-SESSION 12- Marie, Jennie, Bridget and Faith Peter combined another two pairs of his girls for the next activity. He fondly remembered how great it was to watch Marie and Jennie exercise in front of him, so he opted to summon them, as well as Bridget and Faith, for a workout session. Of course, he would not be doing any working out himself; his role was pr...
Faith led us cautiously away from the wargs and eventually found us a door that she was pretty sure led down to the basement. The door was locked, but Faith simply grabbed the doorknob and yanked the doorknob and the locking mechanism out of the door with one loud, wrenching pull. Having a slayer or two around is always helpful. They're very strong. The th...
The rising sun through the yellowed window shade cast a golden light over the bedroom. Bill sat quietly in the rocking chair, engrossed in the vision of peacefully sleeping Faith. She lay on her stomach with her face turned away, and arms hugging the pillow. The scene reminded him of a romantic antique postcard. Her tousled hair and naked shoulders invited l...
She breathed deeply, working her way up through the eighth squat of her set of ten. She focused, staring at herself in the mirror; 165 was easy enough for her to handle, though she would be worn by the final rep. By the ninth rep she was staring at herself in the mirror to focus, her face red and sweaty from exertion and her light brown hair sticking to her...
Faith slipped her finger between the tight fabric of her thong and her skin trying to reach her wet slit. She gently moved her legs apart slightly as she tried to give herself more room to reach her clit. "Wow! Honey. Your going to have to let me read that book when you're finished!" Faith moved her hand away from her crotch and starred at her husband, Mar...
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Willow Rosenberg was not jealous. Really! She wasn't. Because that would be petty, possessive, unproductive and a whole bunch of other bad words. Buffy was allowed to have other friends, and it was nice that she was getting so cosy with the othe...
At 8.00am, the morning after her spectacular failure at combining alcohol and B&E, Faith rolled reluctantly out of bed. As tempting as it was to slap the snooze button on her evil little alarm, she kind of felt the need for some penance. Some super secret spy she'd been. What had Nathaniel called her? A drunk newt? She groaned and raked her greasy hair o...
Faith slammed pots and pans around in the kitchen while she tried to find her back-up gun. Spy movies had told her that it was always important to have a back-up gun in a weird, but easily accessible place. The problem was? She'd moved so often she had a hard time keeping track of exactly where that place was. Plus the back-up gun wasn't actually ever go...