Hermoine Granger Stories

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Sandy Tobias

by thornapple on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

by Philip Johnson Prologue Tanya and Jay Sheffield, your typical couple in their low thirties. Jay was six feet tall with sandy hair, a quick smile and an above average physique, and he still considered himself average. And then there was Tanya. Not a stunning woman as looks go. Dark blond hair and average blue eyes, but s...

Elements Pt. 02

by BobbyBrandt on Oct 12, 2020
Novels and Novellas

Chapter Eight Ginger Olsen was a mixture of the cute girl next door and a very high-end escort all rolled up in one beautiful and enticing package, Carson thought, as he stood across the hotel lobby waiting for her to finish checking in. She was five-eleven, muscular, graceful, had naturally radiant copper-colored hair, sparkling blue eyes, and was full of...

Behind The Potted Plant

by thornapple on Sep 12, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Philip Johnson Chapter One Jim leaned over the table and in a near whisper said, "Hey Bro, Alexis Reinhart just came into the restaurant," and that's all it took for him to put on his bright business smile, and his wife Brook looked toward the front of the restaurant. "Neal," Jim said, "We have to make a point to stop and say hello before we leave." Then...

A Shepherd in France Ch. 02

by BurntRedstone on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Author's Notes: 'A Shepherd in France -- Ch. 1 and 2' is a continuation of 'The Shepherd of Ashburn Court -- Parts 1 through 5'. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the backstory so please read the other stories first. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** A Shepherd in France -- Ch....

Tami Beethoven

by donnylaja on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...