A/N: This story is a sequel to Morgan's Enchantment Titiania: I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again Mine ear is much enamor'd of thy note; So is mine eye enthralled by thy shape; And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee Midsummer Night's Dream Act III Scene 1 "Preparations will be made, and t...
There are several stories out there involving living clothes but I want to leave this open to allow many collective authors to be as creative as possible. For example, you can write a story about clothes simply coming to life and stripping their wearer, leaving them nude and embarrassed or maybe the living clothes forces someone to wear them and turns them i...
The battlefield resounded with cries of pleasure. His breath coming harsh and ragged, it was all Simon could do to throw himself behind cover. One wall of a barn had collapsed against the adjacent house, leaving a triangular space between them. Judging from the burn marks, the barn had been destroyed by simple fire magic, not some orgasmic spell, so it was...
The Arts Ardane: Kampar's Wand AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. This tale takes place many years before my core Danica story here on Lit, when Danica was still a teenager and her sister Devan had just reached her majority. This story centers on Devan, who makes only rare appearances for quite some time in the core t...
Frank was just finished polishing the chrome of his new motorcycle when a young woman walked up his driveway, right up to him. He recognized slim, brunette girl from several houses down the street. He blushed as he realized she was wearing only a tight white sundress, a rather short one at that, and very obviously nothing else. She was even walking barefoot....
There were bags and bags of clothes scattered about Cindy's bed late that night. Tight vinyl dresses worn for late-night clubbing, short night gowns with matching thongs, tiny skirts and tank tops, and stiletto heels of all colors covered Cindy's room. There were long sexy full-length robes with matching nylon stockings, dark fur coats and tiny glittery stri...
Chapter 8 The Death of a Slave The pattern of fires on Destran's surface was being changed by the mysterious mana draining holes in the world. The normally random flames started appearing primarily near the holes themselves. What no one realized was that while the mana from Fron poured onto the planet evenly, the ability of the minerals, plants and animals...
She truly was a beauty laying there in the grass, I haven't been able to keep my mind off this woman for days. A nymph with the body of a goddess always covered in a beautiful light blue dress that matches her perfectly flowing hair. The iron chains that wrapped around my body tingles as they slithered silently like snakes around me. Since I was a child, I h...
I was nudged awake in the morning. I looked at Rozan and she smiled, pointing at the other bed. "That's either the most amazing or most uncomfortable sleeping position ever." I followed her finger. "Probably both." Jason was lying on his back with Meaghan and Samantha's legs on either side of his head. Both of them were resting their heads on his thighs. It...
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