Living in a small town of Boston, Massachusetts during the early 19th century, is a young Latina woman by the name of Rosalina. Her mother migrated from Brazil to Boston when she was just 4 years old. She is just one of many witches who must hide their secret identity from witch hunters who will hang her beautiful yet lifeless body for the townsfolk to gaze...
Nancy always knew there was something strange about the old house next door. The bent old woman who lived there was extremely secretive, and she often brought unusual things into the house, sometimes in the dark of night. Chains, clamps, even a whip were among the objects she saw carried in. Then there were the moans and groans coming from the basement. The...
The next day I left work just a shade early and drove over to La Minette. I don't know why I should think that Yvette would be there, but I did and she was. "Good afternoon, Olivia. What may I do for you?" I gave a short laugh and said, "After the other night, I realized that, if I were to continue here, I would need what we used to call a, 'shag dress'. Y...
Each bump the carriage went over sent a sharp sensation along Zahava's spine. She had no idea of the destination. The day began with such promise and now her fate was in limbo. She desperately tried to undo the ropes on her hands to no avail. She was warned against yelling for help as she was dumped into the back of the carriage. "Why me," she whispered, "w...
"And you see a girl's brown body, dancing through the turquoise, And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea. And when your fingers find her, she drowns you with her body, Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind." -Cream, "Tales of Brave Ulysses" The Sun shone through the open balcony doors into the bedroom of the castle. It...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. All characters in this story are over the age of 18-years-old Summer Romance Never Forgotten, #5 We all have lost a love one and think about what may have been with that person instead of being married to the one we married. As if it all happened yesterday instead of forty years ago, Robert remembered...
A few days later, Maria Clare led the young novitiate down the dark curving steps that led to the more remote catacombs beneath the convent. It was a place the young novitiate had been warned never to enter. Now within the bowels of that deserted section they entered a large room that appeared to have been a place of recent activity. There were candles and o...
Susan O'Malley, a beautiful, domineering 65-year-old blonde, had just walked home from the beach, after a long afternoon of sun, sand, drinking her usual wine -- and dominating young Brett Hannigan, a gorgeous young stud of 19, whom she'd caught licking the grass on which she'd pissed moments earlier, pounding his hard cock as he did. Earlier, she'd noticed...
Shannon Brennan was a handful. The pretty 63-year-old blonde was best friends with Terry's grandmother, Linda, and would often drop by unannounced for a "quick little drink," as she'd put it, which was anything but quick or little, pounding down scotch by the glassful and staying longer than Terry or his grandmother would like. The 19-year-old college stude...
POP! The noise was so loud that it was painful as if someone had slapped both of her ears hard and suddenly she was no longer standing in her living room at night but in the morning sunlight of a strange city. She had fallen about a foot to the pavement of a sidewalk and although it hadn't hurt she'd been disoriented by the sudden change and crumpled to the...